

To be fair, way way before anyone was remotely concerned about climate change, I worked at the Press Association in the UK - where, stereotypically enough, the IT department was relegated to the basement next to the PA Photos wire-photo department (IT in the basement because, well, normal - photos in the basement because photo archives with glass negatives literally weigh tonnes.)
Anyway, the arrival of the first picture of people (ideally attractive female students) ‘cooling off’ in a fountain, or the annual “look, it’s a beach, and there are people (ideally attractive, female) on it” photo was practically the first sign of Spring. Up there with the inevitable “students (ideally attractive and female) celebrating their A-Level results” photos; markers of the passing year that are as reliable and timeless as the blooming of snowdrops or the falling of leaves.
Which is not to say that we haven’t monumentally fucked the climate. But wire-photo cliches are not really that compelling as evidence.







One oresumes he’s trying to appeal to their sense of pity. “Won’t somebody think of the poor, dead, orks?”