This past week I was fortunate to receive a scholarship to attend the annual Society of Environmental Journalists Conference, which took place in Flint, Michigan this year. Thanks to the Cooperative Institute for Great Lakes Research for offering scholarships to college students in the region.
Participants took part in educational seminars, brainstorming sessions, spoke with scientists, and acquainted other colleagues, editors, and publishers in the field. Tours were offered throughout the region, and I elected to visit the Pigeon River Country State Park. We saw three bull elk – a first for me!
In Downtown Flint, the Mott Foundation Building stands as essentially a cathedral of Art Deco design.
I walked around a little and explored the immediate surroundings. Some parts of the city still have an eerie ghost town vibe. I didn’t take this sign up on the invitation to walk in.
Another shot from the Pigeon River Country. The Michigan woods are quite lovely in fall.
I joined several other UW-Milwaukee students in visiting Flint, Michigan to find out lead in the water has affected their lives. Through the eyes of a men’s hat store in downtown Flint, The Mad Hatter, find out how downtown businesses are coping with the this problem.
A brief tour exploring Flint, Michigan, including The Center For Hope, Edible Flint, a free bottled water pickup, and the Flint Farmers’ Market. This is part of a project I participated in at UW – Milwaukee, Finding Flint.
Here is an article I wrote about Flint Michigan, and how it has affected a couple of its residents. Also are a handful of photos of the city, such as the one below. Go here to read:
This past weekend I went with a group of UW-Milwaukee journalists to cover the water issues in Flint, Michigan. Water isn’t even when or where the problems started, and isn’t the only concern of the people of Flint.
Here is a poem I had published in Great Lakes Review, as part of their Narrative Map project. I’m really glad this publication is seeking to feature writers from the “Middle Coast,” known historically as flyover territory in a variety of ways. It runs alongside this picture I took after a snowstorm, when I skied to work to open the tiki bar.