Nature
Adani recruiting 280 roles for Australia’s Carmichael coal mine
CEO says that the coal will be sold at index prices as Bravus won’t enter into transfer pricing. After much delay, Adani Group's Australian arm Bravus struck coal at the Carmichael mines of Queensland.
By Shivan Pillai5 years ago in Earth
Ice Water
Water disobeys the Particle Theory of Matter; rather than contracting when cold, water expands. For complicated reasons, the molecules spread out instead of huddling together despite the fact they are indeed in a crystalline lattice and vibrating in a solid state. Yes, that means that frozen water is a mineral. Anyway, the PToM, as it pertains to water was one of my favourite topics to explain when I taught children because it sets the perfect example of how much life, like people, frequently refuses to follow the common rules of engagement.
By Call Me Les5 years ago in Earth
Mount Nyiragongo recently erupted, and here's why it's one of Africa's most deadly Volcanos.
Mount Nyiragongo is never quiet. A constant lake of lava boiling within the summit crater of the high volcano in the Democratic Republic of the Congo (DRC) is one of the few places on the planet.
By The Blacksheepkid Collective by: El Pablo 1x5 years ago in Earth
The Plant Coach
I love my job because I get to make the world greener one plant at a time. As a full time plant coach, urban farmer, landscaper and “plantrepreneur” my mission is to give people the knowledge and confidence they need to create their own green spaces; all in the pursuit of environmental and social change.
By Farmer Nick5 years ago in Earth
A Frog Amongst Flowers
It started off as a normal day. Get up, get ready for work, ride to work. Get into my wet weather gear, head out into the fields. It was a warm day, still a little wet, and the flowers and leaves were filled with water. I made my way up and down the aisles, cutting the flowers, carrying the flowers, sorting the flowers. Up and down. The team finished up on that block of flowers and moved to the next one. Up and down, cutting, carrying, sorting, up and down. As I walked down an aisle, I spotted a pretty flower, but when I reached forward to cut it off, I spotted something small. Just a little yellow thing amongst the green leaves, brown branches, and bright pink proteas. A small yellow dot. I leant forward to inspect, pulling some leaves out of the way, only to find a little frog.
By Emma-lee Howarth5 years ago in Earth
Beyond The Lens: Interview with Untamed Photographer's Chris Fallows. Top Story - September 2021.
Chris Fallows is a strikingly passionate and accomplished wildlife photographer and naturalist. Best known for his discovery and ensuing depiction of breaching great white sharks in Seal Island, South Africa, the world-renowned photographer has seen his life's work featured on some of the biggest stages the industry has to offer. He's worked as a wildlife photographer, host, or expert facilitator on more than 60 international wildlife documentaries for The BBC, Discovery Channel, and National Geographic, amongst many others. Most notable of these shows are Planet Earth, Life, Africa, and Shark for The BBC. Chris has also co-hosted and photographed for Discovery Channel's most successful Shark Week series, the Air Jaws franchise.
By Untamed Photographer5 years ago in Earth
The Little Pear Tree in the Woods
The Little Pear Tree in the Woods In the deep woods behind the little cabin, the grew a little pear tree whose blossoms were soft pink flakes that made the little tree look like a cloud that was resting amidst the taller trees who did not have these blossoms. The other trees bent in the wind to protect the little pear tree. It was the jewel in their midst. None knew where this little tree had come from but they did know that she was different. Her fragrant blossoms filled the woods with a sweet fragrance in the spring. When summer came, her lighter green leaves gave a different shade and a place for smaller birds to nest. Where her blossoms grew, now there were buds of fruits. These grew larger as the summer progressed and as autumn began, they were almost full size. The fruit began to change from a soft green to a warm yellow and they grew larger. Animals began to take them for food for they were sweet and juicy. All creatures shared in the bounty of the little pear tree. One autumn, a strange creature came to live in the little cabin. She wore clothing made of plant fibers and she dyed the cloth with berries and nuts and flowers from the woods. She gathered plants and nuts and mushrooms to eat and she had a little goat for milk and some chickens for eggs. She also had a little child whom she taught all the ways of the wild. When the weather got colder, she gathered the native melons and goards and made a fire with fallen branches that she gathered from the forest. There was a stream nearby and from this she caught fish and had water to survive. This life made her very happy.
By Judith Parrish Broadbent5 years ago in Earth
Roses With Famous Names
Composers Composer George Frederic Handel has a lovely rose named after him It is a climber rose that grows to almost 8 feet. The blooms are lovely and fragrant in pink and it produces larger blooms that are semi-double. Mildly fragrant the flowers bloom repeatedly from late spring to early summer.
By Rasma Raisters5 years ago in Earth
My Father and His Bradford Pear Tree
To call my dad stubborn would be insufficient. He wasn’t merely stubborn, he was intractable. When he set his mind to something it was a guarantee that he would not budge from that position. He was, in many ways, quite different from the tree that he spent so much of his time defending. The legendary Bradford Pear tree is notoriously sensitive to the elements. It’s branches fall in the weakest of breeze, most are born barren and when they do bear fruit it’s rarely on any kind of expectation.
By Sean Patrick5 years ago in Earth
Yasha sat by my grandmother's pear tree and thought deeply about the world and people's struggles.
Yasha had spent his whole life on my family's farm. I had raised him here. He knew of nothing else and only could guess what a city was from the stories I would tell him. Yasha worked hard. He helped me in the fields all he could, but he would often get distracted, wandering off chasing some butterfly or the call of a little bird from the woods. But Yasha never wandered too far. He always skipped right back after he noticed that he’d left me working by myself. He was my little tail and would almost never leave my side. While I walked, he would follow just a step behind, and sometimes if he wasn’t paying attention, he would gently poke me with his horns. Every time I let out a little yelp, but every time I would feel guilty for verbalising this pain as an overly apologetic expression would glisten in his eyes for the rest of the day. Yasha had the most beautiful eyes. They weren’t a brilliant blue or a deep golden hazel, they were black. But his eyes weren’t just black, this black talked even if he couldn’t. It would sparkle a little brighter when I told him an interesting story. Yasha’s eyes were more human than my own. They were his character.
By Greg Dolgopolov5 years ago in Earth
