Once I felt warm moist wind from across the South China Sea on my face. It was a thick substance with the smell of salt. I lived beneath a volcano in a place that no longer exists. It is Strange when a part of your past, a place where you walked can exist only in memory.
Now I navigate an inland sea long evaporated but still visible by what it left behind. The air that blows against my face is a desiccant with the delicate aroma of desert flowers sage and mesquite. My ocean is vast with turbulent waves but only memory of moisture.
One of the most important commodities in our post industrial world is fossil energy. Few of us understand the scale of the exploitation of petroleum resources. We hear reports of millions or billions of barrels but those numbers have little meaning. They are just an abstractions to us.
The giant infrastructure required to feed our appetite for energy is largely unseen. We know about refineries, pipelines and the like. We don’t often think of the massive efforts required keep energy flowing from source to consumer. The energy beast operates nonstop forever but not without tens of thousands of people to make it function.
Going to places where oil and gas are extracted provides some perspective of our efforts to power the world. Land in the oil patch is dotted with wells and pumps sipping away at the earth. These in turn are aggregated into streams and torrents of raw product. There is a direct relationship between the world economy and people at the point of production. When demand is high there is work when demand is low no work. Human effort per barrel is a calculation worth considering.
We get away from our day to day lives for a few days or a week. In a short time we relax and our inhibitions fade. What a wonderful feeling of freedom. We can enjoy what the world has to offer in our own good time. Our young selves emerge into the warm summer light. We capture moments to recall when the sun fades to winter.