I just watched Chasing Ice today. Intense…It changed my course for writing. Instead of describing the electrolysis of mineral accretion, I am moved to talk glaciers.
Glacier week seemed to start last Friday for me when Camille Seaman was featured on the TED Blog. Both Camille and James Balog make it clear that the tipping point for icebergs is past. The glowing, crystalline packs of frozen water will be saved in photographs and video for our archives, but most likely not for our planet. The giants are melting and flowing into the ocean at unprecedented rates. So then I think, how CAN the polar bears be saved? Are massive ice blowers being built? Dr. Steven Amstrup says that with carbon emission mitigation and other shifts in management, there is still hope for the bears and other ice animals. Right, so stay in the moment, plan for the 6th mass extinction, keep hope alive,…
Back to the movie: The Extreme Ice Survey capturing time-lapse evidence of rapid change indicates that 150 million people may be displaced due to sea level rise. All of what I am sharing seems less than positive, yet I found the story and the footage to be motivating; James Balog is yet another “lone hero” shining light on masses of matter to illuminate what the masses of humans need to do: cut emissions and industrial, havoc-wreaking activities in exchange for renewable energies and naturalizing systems. I am already part of the choir, how to inspire more closet cooperative visionaries to sing louder and truer? Will a red alert account like this begin to melt policy maker resistance to embrace 350 ppm (carbon) or less?
Curling up this late evening with a book and escaping is not possible after I witnessed the most beautiful horror of black holes in the ice caused by dust, coal, and other accumulations of anthropogenic stuff that absorbs heat and radiates through the sheaths of solid turning liquid. Tonight I am going to stay with this feeling of even smaller smallness in wonder at geological time. I never feel large like a mountain or an old tree, yet I look at them and feel their stability. They change in color, offer seasons, but I like that they stay put like architectural ancestors. Watching the ice calving off in colossal towers dwarfed every mundane facet and illusion of “reality.” Some things instantly expand your mind in reverse proportion to your perception of your physical size.
I said to a friend, to lighten things up, “We’ll just make room for the 150 million people on the continents.” And, then again, there is this playground made almost entirely of air. According to the article, “A future iteration of On Space Time Foam will make the project’s concern with the environment more apparent, when it travels to the Maldives as a ‘floating biosphere […] made habitable with solar panels and desalinated water,’ a reaction to the environmental destruction the islands face as a result of climate change.” (side note: The Island President is another epic film that entertains, educates, slaps you to wake up.) Will people live in floating biospheres?
Will we finally grow buildings underwater?