Gary Braasch's climate activism

I think Gary Braasch, climate change photographer and activist who died this week, had the worst job. Most of us pick and choose when to pay attention to the relentless fraying of the fabric of our world. Friends who are upbeat one day disappear and return days later, ashen, having wandered into reading the latest climate impact reports, but most of the time we can ignore this stuff, and even the scientists among us can hide within myopic datasets. Gary had no such luxury. As perhaps the world’s foremost climate impacts photographer, he spent his days capturing climate change impacts on forests, tundra, sea ice and the coral reef which claimed his life. He was a brave man, not least for refusing to turn his eye away.

Gary and I were email and FB buddies for years. He wrote me after reading the Bright Lines papers in 2007, which proposed an alternate climate strategy for US environmentalists, asking what he could to move the proposal forward. Like many climate-aware people outside the ranks of professional environmentalists, it had long been clear to Gary that we weren’t going to solve this problem by pushing for a few reforms. 

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Gary Braash and Joan Rothlien, in kayaks, meet Ken Ward and Laura Byerly, in dory, in Seattle during a protest at the Polar Pioneer.

Fittingly, I met Gary and Joan Rothlein in person during a Shell No! protest last summer in Seattle, an event which happened to be captured by photographer David Ryder and has appeared in many news articles around the world. Gary and Joan were active all summer in kayaktivism in Seattle and in our hometown effort to block the Fenica icebreaker in Portland, and were out on the water in the early morning hours documenting our effort to anchor in the path of the icebreaker. 

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Early morning hours attempt to block the Fennica from entering drydock, summer 2015. Photo by Gary Braasch.

One perk of moving from Boston to Larch Mountain, right on the Columbia Gorge outside Portland, OR, three years ago, is that I no longer have to watch the wracking changes in my beloved New England. Oregon is new to me and I have no frame of reference from which to note the changes, as I had watching the fall foliage in New Hampshire turn dull in recent years without the scarlet high notes of sugar maples. But Gary was trooping to the top of Larch Mountain for decades to photograph the retreat of glaciers on Mt. Hood, just one of many long-term projects in which he relentless and painfully captured images of a dying world, and which spurred him to act with courage and conviction. 

I didn’t know Gary well, but I’ll miss the hell out of him. 

 

 

 


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  • commented 2016-03-11 09:51:29 -0500
    A lovely tribute to the man with the greatest cause of all time. Saving the world.