What if my “discovery” of a long horizontal blue streak the length of a huge iceberg’s tunnel were the veritable missing link in the climate science puzzle. Alas. It wasn’t to be, but the random thought made the lawn mowing all the more enjoyable.
I get some of my best ideas atop my lawnmower tractor. And, admittedly, also some of my real clunkers.
This time was perhaps no different, save for the extraordinarily beautiful mid-70s cloudless, sunny, and breezy day so unusual in summer in this tidewater section of Virginia. There’s something about just being as one atop the brute power of that 22.5-hp Craftsman.
It’s a lawn I’ve mowed many times, mind you, certainly hundreds. This time, my mind turned to a photo I had taken earlier this summer in Greenland. A photo of a large iceberg, and through its full length a large tunnel. So large, in fact, that we thought about running our eight-passenger “Arctic Cirkel” outboard through it. (We passed on that idea.)
But what most occurred to me while mowing was that distinctive horizontal blue streak running the length of the tunnel. It shows up pretty clearly in this photo:
Probably not. But. What if?
Most likely, I anticipated, it’s nothing at all. Nothing unusual or the least bit meaningful in any scientific way.
But, I couldn’t escape wondering: What if …?
It was then that the most interesting aspect of my mowing-induced wonderment sunk in. It occurred to me, sitting there, that I hadn’t cared a twit whether my opportunistic “finding” of the blue streak might benefit one side or the other of the climate controversy: Be it of help to the majority of scientists fretting about their evidence, or to the few, but highly vocal, roundly rejecting that same evidence — it didn’t matter to me in the least.
My daydream had been that the streak would be important, worthwhile, valuable even in the pursuit of climate science understanding. Not, assuming it might have any intrinsic value in the first place, that it might help or hinder this or that side of the political debate.
I don’t think I actually needed that re-affirmation of my own pursuit of and commitment to evidence-based “truth.” I hadn’t doubted my creds on that point.
But, all the same, there it was, right in front of me, smacking me like a 2-by-4 as my mighty steed — or, rather, Craftsman — inched forward.
If only that photo of the streak could be useful in some way, I daydreamed. Kind of makes me glad we’re still in grass-growing season. Can’t wait until next time I get to mount that mighty Craftsman and see what ideas emerge.
ADDENDUM: Alas … From Richard B. Alley … The Truth Doesn’t Hurt
So. Shortly after debarking from my trusty mower, reality set in with this note from Penn State glaciologist Richard B. Alley, who kindly replied to my e-mail seeking his guidance:
The blue streaks are almost always refrozen meltwater that penetrated a crevasse. This is seen very commonly. In the most extreme cases, there is almost as much refrozen meltwater as snow; in other cases, just a single blue slab (seen as a line where it cuts the surface).
As to the details of why blue, I believe it is mostly linked to seeing into the berg. Ice is blue in the same way as water — a little bit looks clear, but a long view shows the blue color, which arises because the water molecules interact with red a little more than blue, so red is absorbed and so lost along a very long path through water or ice. In most snow, the reflections are so strong that you don’t see far in. If you take a deep, clean snowdrift, poke a pole in and then remove the pole to leave a long, thin hole, then look into that hole (blocking the sun with your hands), you’ll see the beautiful blue of ice, with the light reaching your eyes having passed through the snow (taking a long path with multiple reflections) and then up the hole. The blue band of nearly clear ice with few or no bubbles that formed from refrozen meltwater, cutting through the snow or bubbly firn and ice, serves the purpose of the hole in the snowdrift, letting light reach your eyes after having passed through a lot of ice.
So now back to reality. And to weeding.