The season of mists and mellow fruitfulness is now upon us. It is for me a sad time of the year. We no longer consume the fruits of autumn in the way did did in past times. Most fruits that reach us come from places thousands of miles away or are forced to grow in factories not farms, in heated greenhouses and plastic tunnels. Continue reading
The monthly mean average of atmospheric carbon dioxide measured at Mona Loa for July 2015 was 401.30 parts per million compared with the July 2014 figure of 399.00 ppm.
It seems that the next twelve months measurements will, for the first time, all exceed 400 ppm.
One picture of a dead infant on a beach can produce a greater effect on humanity than a hundred thousand words describing the deaths of hundreds of thousands of people. We understand small things; big things become incomprehensible. Continue reading
Biting the hand that feeds is a natural instinct. Intelligence in those who must be fed is often underdeveloped in the immature and cannot distinguish between the food and the means of giving food and, of course, biting is a natural instinct to a hungry being. Sometimes beings consume the hand that feeds and the parts connected to that hand. Continue reading
More than nine out of ten sea birds have some plastic in their gut. They do not knowingly eat plastic, but there is so much plastic debris in the ocean that the birds have little choice. Sea birds eat fish amongst other things and fish also ingest plastic, again not for nutrition but by mistake or because they eat things that contain plastic. Continue reading
Mountains appear small on the horizon. They are little inundations across the landscape, of subtle lines against the sky. Hills seem massive when we are at their foot, almost too large to take in with a glance. We have to turn our heads to see them.
Where we stand shapes our interpretation of what we see. The mountains and hills are constant, but perspective changes and thus our perception of them varies as we shift our positions.
Some people never shift positions but see things from the same perspective. I do not blame them for that. Eventually we are all locked in a position where we stand. Perhaps with age we should no longer see things but perceive them as a whole, as though locked in the sky above them. That should be our aim.
A twenty three year old man once wrote and sang “how terribly strange to be seventy”. He is now four score and fifteen and I wonder if he finds it strange to be that age, or whether the strangeness is limited to the unknown fears of youth having not yet gained the high ground and thus finding things imperceptible.