Temperature this morning in my corner of Manhattan almost 75°. Low was 68º. On this day in 1987 it got up to 38º. Average high for today is 63°, low 47°.
Hate to do this to you, because I myself just can’t think about it on a daily basis, but … (screenshot from What is Missing?)
Where have you gone, Aldo Leopold?
One of the penalties of an ecological education is that one lives alone in a world of wounds. Much of the damage inflicted on land is quite invisible to laymen. An ecologist must either harden his shell and make believe that the consequences of science are none of his business, or he must be the doctor who sees the marks of death in a community that believes itself well and does not want to be told otherwise.
And more controversially, I suppose:
A thing is right when it tends to preserve the integrity, stability and beauty of the biotic community. It is wrong when it tends otherwise.