Capture

When you capture my imagination, you liberate my soggy brain.  Like sheets alive on the line outside, my mind is  scrubbed with wind and sun.

Not so with other kinds of capture.  Last year, Obama and McCain swung through the swing states touting 'clean' coal to supply half the electricity of the nation.  Superhero technology to clean up coal-fired plants involves carbon capture.  In theory, dirty CO2 emissions get pumped 2 miles underground where they do no harm.  Unless a seismic shift creates fissures leading up up and away into your basement, to kill you with odorless, poisonous fumes. 

It’s never been tested here.  Florida and other states refuse to indemnify coal companies against potential law suits.  So ‘clean’ coal technology lies dormant, a futuristic maybe that power plants and politicians use to their advantage.

'One of the reasons [the power companies] stress reliability so much is not only because people like their power on, but also they don't want people asking questions about where does this really come from, what is it really costing us. They want mindless consumption.'
Jeff Goodell, Big Coal: The Dirty Secret Behind America's Energy Future and Frontline: Heat

Capture is a girl’s best friend, if that girl is me and the footage I’ve captured on data cards the size of quarters with Canon's Vixia HF100 can be read by my computer.  There’s a glitch, though; my Mac can’t read the file format.  The video remains, for now, unread.  So much for capturing your imagination with my captivating films.

It’s a teenier problem than the ‘clean’ coal debacle, and I have great expectations of reconciling my tech devices’ differences.  For one thing, nobody’s lobbing spin at me, claiming the problem’s solved.  I even feel a wee bit green this day of diminutive leprechauns.  Not with envy, mind you, nor with cash, but with the luck of the Irish and the visionary’s gleam of clean sun and wind to one day light our world.

Photo Nancy Gallagher, McGregor Bay Canada, with permission