When the summer melting season ended in 2007, the icecap floating in the ocean over the North Pole had shrunk to its smallest size ever recorded. According to satellite data, the remaining summer sea ice measured almost forty per cent less than the average for the period of 1979 to 2000. More than one-and-a-half million square kilometres that had been covered with ice the year before was open ocean. The event was a serious confirmation that had been suspected for a while in the scientific community: that the Earth may be prone to abrupt climate change and tipping points. The new science of non-linear change is challenging our notions of what climate change is and when it will occur—and it is utterly alarming.
Bald eagles living on and just off the campus of Lawrence University in Appleton, Wisconsin. I was in Appleton to hold a community lecture on the ethical and political challenges of geoengineering and as a bonus I got to see bald eagles. Apparently they have several pairs of nesting eagles along this this stretch of the Fox River, the watercourse that runs through Appleton and fuels much of its industry.
Looking thoughtfully across the Martindale Pond at a group of rowers. “Boat”, he says in Norwegian, “boat, boat, boat”, and points excitedly at a double sculler as it glides smoothly through the water right in front of us.
I was recently at a conference at the University of Oxford and I had a little time to go look around the city and the university.
Oxford is something out of the ordinary. The city is of course incredibly historic, but what truly makes it special is that it is completely dominated by the famous university. Over 30 colleges dot the city and a great many of them are right in the city centre. In many ways the numerous colleges _is_ Oxford, because their old buildings can be seen everywhere. Shops and private housing fill up the space in-between. Oxford is well worth the trip if you’re in London, only 80km away with ubiquitous bus and train connections. And if you grow tired of old buildings, you can go punting on River Cherwell and the Thames.
Eyes full of wonder. What is that thing you keep pointing at my face?
Here’s a portrait of Sebastian from early May. He was a little sleepy, but his blank, wet, wide open eyes reveal an amazing play of colours. The ring of deep blue that dominated his eyes when he was born is gradually being pushed out of the way by a ring of brown spreading out from his pupil. There’s no doubt he inherited his mother’s eyes, both in size and colour. Her’s, however, were were brown from she was born; here, the brown has to assert dominance over the blue in a long drawn out war of positions. It seems inevitable, though, that the brown shall win; to the blue belongs but certain defeat, though not without honour, holding out so long against the dominant brown allele.
Our first family picture with Sebastian, in the hospital the morning after he was born (he came late at night).
Middlesex College at the University of Western Ontario.
Couldn’t this be a postcard? I know, a million other people have the same shot (or a close equivalent of it). This year, when my family visited from Norway, I took them on the trip “behind the falls” rather than on the Maid of the Mist. Perhaps a bit of a tourist trap, but I contend that it was still a nifty experience (the second time for me). What else is one to do as a tourist but touristy things? Plus, I really don’t mind having another excuse to take pictures (and try out my new, hand-me-down Nikon D80). The falls really do look quite impressive from underneath, on the viewing platform. As for seeing the falls from behind? Well, the tunnel itself was the interesting bit; the falls themselves just became a white veil of water, without much contrast. At least it was refreshing
Sunrise over Lake Vermillion, with Mount Rundle in the background. Scarcely four hours after being down by the water to gaze at the universe, a few of us from the workshop went back to observe the sunrise. It was crystal clear and hardly a cloud in the sky, leading to less colour and beauty in a more subtle dimension.
Stargazing in the Rockies…see the Milky Way in all its splendour. This picture was taken at 2am on a jetty on Lake Vermillion, close to Banff.
I have only brightened this picture and done some noise removal — the colours are all original, reflecting the wavelenghts that were present but too subtle to be seen with the naked eye. The orange light that floods Mount Rundle is light pollution from Banff; in this instance, it created an otherworldly effect. The stars appears as streaks because of the movement of the Earth. The bright dot reflected in the water is Venus. I didn’t have a tripod, so I rested the camera on the edge of the jetty. As people moved around, the jetty started rocking slightly, hence the stars didn’t move in a straight line.
Technical details: f/3.5 at 18mm, 146 seconds, ISO 25o
Here’s Echo Creek, a tributary that joins the Bow River in Banff. You can hire canoes and kayaks here (for a price), or if you’re lucky, other people will do the hiring and then line up for you on the river while a train is passing in front of them, with rugged mountains in the background, all beautifully framed by trees.