I am Plastic
When I walk the beaches with guests on my little island homeland—whether they’re clients or friends—one of the most frequent comments is “Where does all this stuff come from?” They, of course, mean all the trash on the beach, most of which is some form of petrochemical junk, or plastic. I used to simply reply, “It all floats up here from everywhere else. The ocean is humanity’s dumpster.”
Now, as a modern fly fisher, I cannot in good conscience lay the blame squarely on the shoulders of the inconsiderate slobs that dumped their trash over the side, or into a river, or on the beach thousands of miles from our peaceful shores. Not hardly. Just look at me: I wear plastic clothes—what did you think all that hi-tech fishing clothing is made out of, rainbows and butterflies?—cast hooks decorated with plastic with plastic-coated lines, while watching fish through plastic-framed glasses… pausing occasionally to slug water out of my plastic canteen before taking pictures with my plastic-coated camera. I am as much to blame for the proliferation of this ubiquitous material as those poor souls who lost their flip-flops over the side on a cruise, or the long-liner who tosses an empty water-bottle over the side in the deep Atlantic.
I am plastic.
I recently ran across this post on The Cleanest Line:
Taking Responsibility: 5th International Marine Debris Conference…Words from Roz Savage
When I set out on this trip, I thought there would still be places where I could see what the Earth looked like prior to human impact. Sadly, I think I was wrong. Every place I have sailed has borne painful evidence of humanity’s maltreatment of the Earth. The coral is dying, fish populations are visibly low, and pesticides, sewage, runoff, and toxic pollutants fill the sea near populated areas. Everyday ships arrive with thousands of tons of imported goods to quench consumerist thirst and fill the landfills, ocean, and air with the by-product–>plastic. Read more here…