Thomas Schueneman

This image was shot on Wednesday morning at 11 AM. It seemed like midnight; like the sun never rose that day. A strange atmospheric phenomenon turning the sky a dark orange that even atmospheric scientists were at odds to explain.

My photo and the ones in the photo essay linked to here from The Atlantic reflect a complex story. A fire may start from a single spark. A tiny flame that a sniff of wind would have blown out if a confluence of events had not instead transformed it into a raging firestorm.

We can’t attribute every fire, every flame, every spark as a consequence of climate change. It becomes ever more implausible, however, to deny its fingerprint in a frightening trend. A trend that each year pushes the odds toward a freakish, devastating, and deadly new normal.

Not only is it implausible, it is a fool’s errand.
There is no fire. Climate change is not real.

And the day turns to night while we whistle in the dark and watch our house burn to the ground.


Humanity In The Anthropocene