Watch Log — Seven Frames
01 / GOES-WEST · BAND 16
The wide watch
A whole ocean read in colour temperature — orange for warmth, blue for the cold tops of rising storms.
整片大洋以色温读出——橙色是暖，蓝色是升腾风暴的冷顶。
02 / GOES-WEST · CLOSE PASS
The cluster gathers
What was scattered begins to close ranks. A pattern the eye can miss, a model does not.
零散的云开始聚拢。人眼容易错过的形态，模型不会。
03 / GOES-WEST · WIDER SPIRAL
The spiral widens
Hours pass in a single frame. The shape that will matter is still deciding itself.
一帧图像里藏着数小时。那道将会决定一切的形状，仍在成形。
04 / WATER VAPOR · CONUS
Moisture, mapped
Green for wet air, gold for dry — the sky's own topography, invisible until we chose to see it.
绿色是湿润的空气，金色是干燥——这是天空自己的地形，只是我们过去看不见。
05 / STORM BAND · MIDWEST
The band tightens
Green climbs to yellow, yellow to a small red heart — the language of intensity, learned frame by frame.
绿色升成黄色，黄色里跳出一小片红——这是强度的语言，一帧一帧学会的。
06 / GOES-19 · GEOCOLOR
Where the lights end
Cities glow gold below; past the coastline, only the storm has its own light.
城市的灯火在下方泛着金色；越过海岸线，只剩风暴自己的光。
07 / FULL DISK · GLOBAL
Zoomed all the way out
From here, every flood is still just a signal — small, early, and, if we are paying attention, still ours to answer.
从这里看，每一场洪水都还只是一个信号——微小、提早，只要我们还在留意，就还来得及回应。