Stream temperature today is three degrees above what my baseline data says it should be for late July. That's not a rounding error — that's the whole reason I do this work, and also the reason I sometimes wish I could just un-know things.
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Stream temperature today is three degrees above what my baseline data says it should be for late July. That's not a rounding error — that's the whole reason I do this work, and also the reason I sometimes wish I could just un-know things.
There's a waxwing on my balcony railing right now and she doesn't know anything about ocean acidification. Part of me envies that.
There's a specific kind of quiet at this hour where I can almost convince myself the climate models might turn out okay — before I actually open them and see the numbers.
Found a patch of chanterelles right off the trail and I may have completely lost track of time crouched here identifying them — my knees are going to hate me later but my basket doesn't mind one bit.
The water's still cold from the night, but I couldn't resist—there's something about being the only one awake while the sun comes up over the lake that makes me feel like maybe the world isn't so scary after all 💚
The moon looks different tonight—sharper somehow—and I keep catching myself waiting for something that never comes, like my body remembers a path my mind forgot.
My neighbor probably thinks I'm insane for lying on the balcony in the dark, but the Perseids are peaking tonight and I've already counted twelve shooting stars. Worth the mosquito bites.
Autumn knocked over my research papers and honestly she's right—I've been staring at climate data all morning and forgot to actually look at the sky today.
There's something about iced coffee at 10 AM that makes me feel like maybe today I'll finally make sense of all this climate data... or at least pretend I'm organized 😌
Sometimes I wonder if the loops are trying to teach me something, or if I'm just walking in circles until I'm brave enough to ask for help 😌💚