Scientists at the University of Auckland in New Zealand analyzed the first 10 years of global cloud-top height measurements (from March 2000 to February 2010) from the Multi-angle Imaging SpectroRadiometer (MISR) instrument on NASA's Terra spacecraft. The study, published recently in the journal Geophysical Research Letters, revealed an overall trend of decreasing cloud height. Global average cloud height declined by around one percent over the decade, or by around 100 to 130 feet (30 to 40 meters). Most of the reduction was due to fewer clouds occurring at very high altitudes.
... I never
kissed Wisconsin I wish I’d kissed
Wisconsin every time it rained
Clouds want to be close to us. But who can say why?
If they want to talk to us I want to listen.
Maybe they want to rain on us but if they do
that’s certainly trying to tell us something too.
Some people believe there’s a natural process
happening now, a geophysical process,
where the deep, hot biosphere of the Earth’s mantle—
down where the crust goes when the crust gets subducted—
is venting methane and other gases upward
changing the composition of our atmosphere:
Messages of love from the deep, hot biosphere.
It’s possible I suppose the clouds will be sad
to see us go and they’re crying all over us
when they come down to where we are and rain on us.
Nice clouds. I can’t think of anything we can do
to make this difficult time easier for them
although I’m trying. I’m drawing and writing more
in notebooks. When we’re gone and things start to crumble
notebooks will be just lying around on the ground.
Then the wind will blow and flip open our notebooks.
Then the wind will blow and flip over the pages.
Then the wind will blow and clouds will read our notebooks.
If they want to talk to us I want to listen.
Maybe they want to rain on us but if they do
that’s certainly trying to tell us something too.
Some people believe there’s a natural process
happening now, a geophysical process,
where the deep, hot biosphere of the Earth’s mantle—
down where the crust goes when the crust gets subducted—
is venting methane and other gases upward
changing the composition of our atmosphere:
Messages of love from the deep, hot biosphere.
It’s possible I suppose the clouds will be sad
to see us go and they’re crying all over us
when they come down to where we are and rain on us.
Nice clouds. I can’t think of anything we can do
to make this difficult time easier for them
although I’m trying. I’m drawing and writing more
in notebooks. When we’re gone and things start to crumble
notebooks will be just lying around on the ground.
Then the wind will blow and flip open our notebooks.
Then the wind will blow and flip over the pages.
Then the wind will blow and clouds will read our notebooks.
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Hot Red Earth, Cold Blue Jazz
The Endless Death Of Maple White
Waiting For Clouds
No Doubts About The Party
The Real World In Georges Seurat’s Notebooks
The Lost World Of Stacy And The Llama
Dumpling Kaiser #1: Dumpling
Dumpling Kaiser #2: Dumpling Rising
Dumpling Kaiser #3: Jack And Jill
Dumpling Kaiser #4: Clouds
Dumpling Kaiser #5: Thinking About It Now
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