Guest Post by Willis Eschenbach
I do my best to maintain my sense of awe regarding the things I study. I’ve had the good fortune in my life to be a commercial fisherman on the Bering Sea, and to voyage and fish on the edges of the Arctic ice. To me, sea ice, whether fixed to the shore or free-floating, is an awesome sight. As the poet said almost two hundred years ago,
And now there came both mist and snow,
And it grew wondrous cold:
And ice, mast-high, came floating by,
As green as emerald.
And through the drifts the snowy clifts
Did send a dismal sheen:
Nor shapes of men nor beasts we ken—
The ice was all between.
As I sift through the layers of dusty numbers and I work to understand the intricacies of the weather, I strive to maintain that sense of wonder at the scope and scale…
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