A House on Fire
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.