The contradiction. There's an odd beauty in the smoke heading up to the sky. As a young person, the imagery of Bethlehem Steel enthralled me. From the waterfront one saw white-gray smoke drifting upwards into the clouds, beautiful puffs against a turquoise sky. When I learned of environmental hazards of coal-fired plants, I reconsidered, particularly since I was burdened with numerous upper respiratory issues. Now, as a photographer and writer, I see the strange contradiction and wonder.
We want clean energy. We want energy-independence. We need heat and electricity and fuel for our vehicles. Very few of us live "off the grid."
How do we reconcile these internal contradictions?