Archive for the ‘Travel and Places’ Category

We Humans Really Don’t Know What to Do About Our Dire Environmental Situation

Sunday, July 17th, 2011

I have been struck by a poignant struggle going on right now on the shores of Denmark’s Limfjord, home of the 1970′s wind-power revolution.  Back then, the Danish government was all but resigned to the seeming necessity of building nuclear power plants, but a group of “hippies” had another idea and built the world’s largest windmill on the windy north-Jutland  coast. They formed a company, used volunteer talent, and proved that wind power could outperform nuclear on a cost-benefit basis. They put their innovative design into the public domain so that wind-power startups could thrive in Denmark and elsewhere without paying to “re-invent the wheel”. Denmark never built a nuclear power plant and has gone on to be the world leader in wind-power innovation and manufacture (until recently).

The Tvind Windmill By Anders Kjeldsen (Own work) [CC-BY-3.0 (www.creativecommons.org/licenses/by/3.0)], via Wikimedia Commons

The Tvind Windmill

Some of the same people who helped to build that first Tvind windmill, along with some of their most environmentally-conscious successors, are now fighting a plan to build a government-sponsored test site for new windmill designs in a protected grove on the shore of Limfjord, a little to the north of the original Tvind site.

The grove itself, a tree plantation or “plantage” was an early effort at environmental reclamation of sand dunes that had formed due to overgrazing and were threatening farm land and oyster beds in the 19th century. Danish courts have ruled that the felling of the trees may begin in two weeks, but nonviolent direct action forced the skidders back into their garage last week ( http://www.dr.dk/Nyheder/Indland/2011/07/16/100526.htm ), and protests continue ( http://www.dr.dk/Nyheder/Indland/2011/07/17/110648.htm ).

 

New windmill research is both exciting and vital, but preservation of nature itself (even the altered nature of the plantation) pulls at our heartstrings in ways that rational thought can’t. We humans really don’t know what to do in this new Eaarth we are living on. David Rovics has told the story of Tvind in his song “The Biggest Windmill”.

David Rovics – The Biggest Windmill

Weave – Mars is the Second Planet Visualized!

Tuesday, June 28th, 2011
USGS Map of Mars Visualized in Weave

USGS PIGWAD 2006 Map of Mars Visualized in Weave

With the release of Weave 1.0 Beta, I thought it would be good to show that Earth is not the only planet that can be shown in Weave map visualizations.  Actually, Weave is also being used to generate interactive protein/dna maps, which are not geographic in the usual sense, and some of our visualizations involve only graphs and text.

You can play around with an admittedly stark visualization of Mars at:

Interactive Weave Visualization of Mars Geography/Geologic Zones

Bode – Slave and First Resident of Mason NH

Friday, September 3rd, 2010

While at the Mason Music Festival yesterday, I took a couple of pictures of the statue of Bode, a black slave from Massachusetts who tended cattle in Mason New Hampshire during colonial times and was apparently the first non-Native permanent resident of the western part of what is now New Hampshire (the eastern coastal part was settled by European fishermen long before the Mayflower landed).

Bode’s existence was discovered and made famous by children’s writer and illustrator Elizabeth Orton Jones, a.k.a. “Twig”, whom I was privileged to know in her last few years. Local sculptor Liz Fletcher made the staute in 2008, and the town placed it in a green space behind the library, one of Twig’s favorite haunts.


A MacDowell Medal-Day Medally

Friday, September 3rd, 2010

It’s been an eventful Summer, and there is so much to write about that I tend to hesitate and not start. I really want to comment on our visit to the MacDowell Colony two weeks ago and the many moving experiences Denise and I had in our short visit there. This entry is cross-posted (in a slightly altered form) from my LiveJournal blog. I hope to post more explanatory material about the more obscure images in the video later.

Marion MacDowell, with a hawk feather, portrait in MacDowell Colony Library

Marion MacDowell

The MacDowell Colony was started by the Marion MacDowell, the wife of the composer Edward MacDowell in the first decade of the twentieth century on a large piece of rural land on in Peterborough, New Hampshire. An endowment was established to provide creative retreats for artists and writers working in all media and genres. Once accepted as a MacDowell Fellow, during their stay at the Colony, their living lodging and food, along with basic supplies are provided, and they have the option to spend as much or as little time as they choose working on their projects in solitude. Each day a breakfast, lunch and dinner is delivered to their studio, unless they have left word that they would prefer to dine in the main building and be social. The studios are unique little cabins located on trails and dirt roads among the woodlands and meadows of the Colony. Outside visitors to the Colony are discouraged, so as not to distract the artists, but on one day each yer since 1960, the August Medal Day has been an exception. Everybody is invited to have a picnic on the lawn, listen to the presentation ceremony of the Medal, hear some music, and wander around the grounds meeting the artists.

The MacDowell Colony Main Building

The MacDowell Colony Main Building

Picnic on the MacDowell Grounds, Jazz Trio Playing in the Tent

Picnic on the MacDowell Grounds, Jazz Trio Playing in the Tent

A couple of beach photos

Thursday, July 22nd, 2010

I’m at an internet cafe in York, Maine. I hope to post a number of photos and videos as soon as I get home, but the laptop doesn’t have the editing software I’d need, so here are a couple of photos in the meantime:

This store in York Beach is one of two sites vying for the title of the place where slat-water taffy was invented. You can watch the candy being made in the store window.

Short Sands beach at dawn.