A dishwasher, you say?
Aha, it's a pantry!
...for Dave and the cat, no less!
Speaking of the cat, he's annoyed at waiting by the door.
But hello, what's this?
Didn't catch the actual confrontation, but the chicken is plainly unfazed. Jasper, the mighty hunter!FAIL
Not many days do we have the chance to enjoy sunset clouds like those.
The inner parking lot at BP's crisis headquarters.
Hmm, seems the photo might have come out better than I thought...there's a fat guard behind that golf cart windshield about to erupt at me. 
A single tender--the pickup truck of the sea, and the primary type of vessel in & out of Fourchon.
A few more tenders tied up, across the built-up grassland.
Fourchon's main channel. In good times, there might be a dozen boats in motion in & out.
A few of the guys--Kurt, the industrial hygienist (air quality) from BP, and two crew members dropping a fishingline over the side.
The yard astern.
The yard astern & to the side.
The yard alongside--kind of a bleak place overall.
Home for now, the R/V Ridley Thomas. Safely at dock.
The clients' office--my chair to the left, Tom's straight ahead.
The galley. Getting to know Asian food thanks to the Filipino & Korean crew...
The galley, facing forward. Notice the angle of the portside wall--it's up against the hull.
Survey room. Comfortable work space... and there's Dave, chief scientist (sorry, Lis, not the burning hunk of Aussie manhood you imagined), matching wits with computer Solitaire.
More survey room.
Other side, with Eric, the party chief. He's been burning up the phone lines trying to get this last part on board so we can finally leave...smile, Eric!
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