I arrived home this morning on the red-eye, having accumulated dozens of pictures of the ravaged, withered landscape, which will take me a least a day to organize and upload. Like this ghostly, skeletal cedar with only remnants of green...We all need this because when Joseph Romm, who trenchantly analyzes the process of climate change politics with a death-defying comprehensive tenacity, is sounding warnings this dire, you know we are in trouble.
...and the wizened leaves of this stricken kiwi fruit tree...
...and miles of fields that I remembered as turning into a lovely glowing gold vista towards the end of the season - but now are solidly, unremittingly, hideously dun...and indubitably dead. It wasn't even a particularly dry summer. How any of these images can be interpreted as normal is incomprehensible to me.
Meanwhile, here is a joyful youtube! Even that giant among catastrophe prognosticators, SurvivalAcres (who was my very first introduction to unmitigated doomerism, devoid of any shred of maudlin sentimentality) recommends taking a little time out from apocalypse preparations to appreciate being able to see, breathe, eat, smell, dance, and love being alive.