Nuclear Specters

It struck me as morbid irony to read about justifications in diplomatic circles of the current carnage in Gaza that apparently make reference to the atomic bomb. Apparently, these references have shocked the sensibilities of the American interlocuters who leaked those conversations. Apparently, they’d forgotten who unleashed this moral stain on the history of mankind in the first place. A shocking reference point and a mirror to blink back at. We are still living in the long shadow of WWII. These claims of self-preservation; this righteous indignation; these dying and dead — they are a legacy of that monstrous era. … Continue reading “Nuclear Specters”

RICHLAND

Last night, I watched the breathtakingly beautiful RICHLAND, a documentary by @komsomol.films on the history and people of Richland, WA, a once secretive town that’s tangled up forever in the afterlife of the atom bomb. I knew I’d be informed but I did not expect to be moved – it’s those “nuclear feelings” that UW professor Shannon Cram brought up in the Q&A that did it. Watch it when you can. I’m currently working with @uraniumfilm to bring this film back in April, but that’s fine, watch it twice – it’s worth it. I’ll have more to say about RICHLAND … Continue reading “RICHLAND”

In the Shadow of Hiroshima…

In the shadow of Hiroshima, Günther Anders argued for a renaissance of the imagination over mere perception: “Not only has imagination ceased to live up to production, but feeling has ceased to live up to responsibility. It may still be possible to imagine or to repent the murdering of one fellow man, or even to shoulder responsibility for it; but to picture the liquidation of one hundred thousand fellow men definitely surpasses our power of imagination. The greater the possible effect of our actions, the less are we able to visualize it, to repent of it or to feel responsible … Continue reading “In the Shadow of Hiroshima…”

Seattle’s Nuclear History: James Acord

“Art and science are parallel paths to truth and understanding.” This is a quote that a Seattle artist I just connected with shared with me. It’s something James Acord said and believed. It’s something I believe in as well. Acord’s faith in the “transmuting” power of art was relentless, giving him the stamina to pursue his life’s work for decades. This is how he became the only private individual in history with a radioactive materials handling license: WN-10407-1, a number he tattooed on the back of his neck. His pursuit cost him dearly, not unlike Will Navidson in Mark Z. … Continue reading “Seattle’s Nuclear History: James Acord”

Seattle’s Nuclear History: UW

Did you know that UW had a nuclear reactor? It’s not there anymore; in fact, the whole nuclear engineering program was shut down in 1992, a few years after the reactor itself was decommissioned. People fought to keep the brutalist building (renamed in the interim as More Hall Annex) that housed it, but after several rounds of litigation, UW was finally allowed to demolish it in 2016. They built the Bill & Melinda Gates Center for Computer Science & Engineering in its place. Architecture fans pushed hard for incorporating elements of the original structure in the new building, but the … Continue reading “Seattle’s Nuclear History: UW”

Seattle & Atomic Age Art

Today is the International Day for the Total Elimination of Nuclear Weapons, a good day to share that I’ve been working with the International Uranium Film Festival (@uraniumfilm) to bring the festival to Seattle in April. There are a lot of moving parts, but it’s looking good so far! More soon. This partnership came my way in the midst of several months of reading and research on atomic history and nuclear culture, which is also how I found myself at the UW Special Collections Library yesterday looking at Box 13 of the Fred Moody papers. I read Moody’s “Seattle and … Continue reading “Seattle & Atomic Age Art”

“Phooey America”: Nuclear Culture

I’ve been interested in the history of the atom bomb and nuclear technology ever since I read about Hanford in a book on the Columbia River called “The Organic Machine” almost two years ago. This book inspired me to visit the region last summer for my first serious foray into film photography, and soon after, I would fortuitously meet a photographer at the PCNW fair who had published a whole book on that area I had just been to. I was hooked and I kept telling myself I’d visit again. I immersed myself in the history of that godawful decision … Continue reading ““Phooey America”: Nuclear Culture”

Trip Like I Do—Hanford Works, June 28

Somewhere past this barrier is the B Reactor, where plutonium was manufactured for more than a quarter of a century and was used “in the first nuclear bomb, tested at the Trinity site, and in ‘Fat Man,’ the atomic bomb that was detonated over Nagasaki, Japan.” By 1966, the N Reactor came on and this death factory started to produce electricity, so up until that moment, the massive amount of energy produced here through the splitting of atoms and collision of neutrons “served no social purpose,” as Richard White so poignantly puts it. He goes on: “Everything at Hanford seemed … Continue reading “Trip Like I Do—Hanford Works, June 28”

Trip Like I Do—Eastern Washington, June 27-29

For the longest time, I avoided taking photos of human beings like the plague. No one’s ever happy with how they look, so if they know you, they’ll be sad, and if they don’t, why are you pointing a camera in their face? I couldn’t imagine walking up to a stranger and asking them for something so terrible as their photograph—who would say yes? Would you? I’d never in a million years. And yet, turns out that much of that anxiety is a set up for one of those “expectations versus reality” memes. As you might recall, I deliberately devised … Continue reading “Trip Like I Do—Eastern Washington, June 27-29”

Trip Like I Do—Silica Road, June 28

Somewhere along #SilicaRoad, June 28—We caught a glimpse of this bus on our way to #Sunland and I just had to stop on our drive back. There were several NO TRESPASSING signs around it, but no physical barriers to stop me. On one corner, there was a tiny cardboard sign stuck to it that said RADIOACTIVE in a much-too-casual scrawl. We were actually on our way to the general vicinity of a former nuclear reactor, so I thought about that word for two seconds before promptly ignoring it. We laughed the whole thing off as we drove away; and yet, … Continue reading “Trip Like I Do—Silica Road, June 28”