This recent photo of frozen Lake Erie shows plumes from two nuclear power plants. The one on the right is Fermi II, in Michigan. I’m not sure what and where the other one is; could possibly be in Ohio.
"Nuclear winter" is a phrase we don't hear much in our post-Cold War times. More often these days we hear about "impact winter" (comet or asteroid strike) or a "volcanic winter" (super-volcanic eruption), but new science predicts dire global effects from even a "limited" exchange any where on the planet. I hope we know what we're doing! And while we're at it, let's get those non-polluting green energy sources up and running. From my Ontario backyard I see these striking plumes in different sizes and colors under different atmospheric conditions. They can look beautiful, but I never forget what they are, and the fearsome power they represent.
The Cloud Messenger (Meghadūta) is a lyric poem by the respected Indian poet, Kālidāsa. The poem centers around a yaksa in exile. Longing for his beloved, waiting for him on a Himalayan mountain, he asks a cloud to take a message to her. The sights he tells the cloud it will see on its way make up most of the poem.
The idea of recording observations appeals to me. I thought The Cloud Messenger was the perfect title for a blog about the journey that we all make as we move through our days.
I'm a baby boomer who grew up dancing in the streets of Detroit during the classic Motown years, lived beside the Rocky Mountains for many years, now retired and living (and writing full time) in S. Ontario. I have one blog for rock 'n' roll oldies, and one for nature, poetry and life along the Lake.