Orderly Exploitation In The Bakken
Williston, North Dakota, Winter, 2010 - 2011

I believe that in the distance, one can make out even more rigs.

Notice that beautiful ribbon of highway off to the right. It's very possible my dad was involved in the building and/or maintenance of that highway if it's not a state highway. Some of the best years my Dad says he had was when he was a county commissioner. At that time, when I was 12 years or so, he hired me as a "community organizer" to knock on doors and ask folks to get out and vote. Even if they didn't want to vote for my Dad, he wanted them to vote anyway. He paid my siblings and me ten cents for every door we knocked on.

He kept track of the number of doors we knocked on by the number of little paper announcements we brought back with us. I understand that one of my siblings would put her stack of announcements behind someone's hedge.