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Environment Reporting<br />
Gale Norton said in early 2002 that<br />
knowledge of the fish was so unclear it<br />
did not support cutting off water to<br />
farms. They also said it did not support<br />
severe cutbacks to fish. They did not<br />
say it was bad science—a crucial distinction<br />
lost on distressed farmers and<br />
in most press accounts—only that science<br />
could not prove extra water would<br />
save fish. After federal agencies delivered<br />
farmers a full supply of water that<br />
left downstream salmon with less, more<br />
than 33,000 salmon died in the fall of<br />
2002 in what is thought to be the largest<br />
adult salmon kill in U.S. history.<br />
Again, science is unclear. Did the<br />
low water kill the fish or the high temperatures?<br />
Were there too many fish?<br />
Was it disease or stress? More likely, it<br />
was some combination of all those<br />
factors. As much as it’s unfair to blame<br />
any one factor, it’s just as unreasonable<br />
to excuse it.<br />
After all, perhaps the only sure thing<br />
I can draw from more than a decade of<br />
environment reporting is that nothing<br />
is clear, but everything is connected. ■<br />
Michael Milstein covers natural<br />
resources and public lands for The<br />
Oregonian in Portland. Before joining<br />
The Oregonian in 2000, he spent<br />
more than 10 years covering<br />
Yellowstone National Park, science<br />
and the environment for the Billings<br />
(Montana) Gazette.<br />
michaelmilstein@news.oregonian.com<br />
Photojournalism and Environment Stories<br />
A photographer’s work ‘explores the increasingly complex relationship between<br />
people and the environment.’<br />
By Natalie Fobes<br />
Sweat and rain dripped from my<br />
body as I shivered in the predawn<br />
gloom of the Guatemalan<br />
cloud forest. The hour-long 1,000-foot<br />
climb in the dark had tested my stamina<br />
and nerves. Now I panted from the thin<br />
air of my 7,000-foot perch, or maybe<br />
from relief at being safely in my makeshift<br />
photo blind, safe from the slick<br />
mud reeking of rot, the night calls from<br />
night creatures, and shapes moving<br />
outside the cone of light from my head<br />
lamp. I was waiting for dawn when<br />
Guatemala’s elusive national bird, the<br />
resplendent quetzal, would begin feeding<br />
the chick nestled in the hollow tree<br />
before me.<br />
I waited. Slowly the cloud forest<br />
shapes formed in the gray mist of dawn.<br />
I waited. The colors of the orchids<br />
gradually emerged. I waited. My stomach<br />
growled, and I ate the cold, homemade<br />
corn tortillas. After three hours<br />
with no quetzal, I was worried. After<br />
five hours, I was depressed. After eight<br />
hours, I gave up. The birds were gone.<br />
The chick must have fledged in the 24<br />
hours since we finished building our<br />
blind.<br />
Once the chick flies, the adults leave<br />
Cloud forest clear-cut in Guatemala: A female quetzal rests on a stump in the middle of a<br />
burned-out cornfield. Photo by © Natalie B. Fobes 1992.<br />
the nest, too. Weeks of scouting the<br />
steep mountains of the cloud forest for<br />
nests and five nights of building the<br />
blind without disturbing the birds were<br />
for nothing. I had supporting photographs<br />
of the birds, but I lacked the<br />
beauty shot, the direct quote, the nut<br />
graf photograph that would excite the<br />
imagination of the viewer. I’d spend<br />
the next few days scrambling to find<br />
another nest and, if successful, several<br />
nights building another blind.<br />
I’d done everything right and, still,<br />
in my initial attempt, I failed. That<br />
56 <strong>Nieman</strong> Reports / Winter 2002