I take pictures of erosion… and collect a billion rocks… yeah guess what I’m majoring in.
Slumping at Barton on Sea, Hampshire.
The cliff is made of layers. The top two layers are made up of gravel and then sand, which are permeable. The bottom layer is made of impermeable clay. When water seeps down through the top two layers, it meets the clay and slides off towards the sea, taking the material above it with it.
Picture from H.Giles
ultraviolet image of saturn’s rings
I just read a comment from a 2004 article by the NY Times about the loneliest whale in the world. Scientists have been tracking her since 1992 and they discovered the problem:
She isn’t like any other baleen whale. Unlike all whales, she doesn’t have friends. She doesn’t have a family. She doesn’t belong to any tribe, pack or gang. She doesn’t have a lover. She never had one.
Her songs come in groups of two to six calls, lasting for five to six seconds each. But her voice is unlike any other baleen whale. It is unique—while the rest of her kind communicate between 12 and 25Hz, she sings at 51.75Hz.
You see, that’s precisely the problem. No other whales can hear her. Every one of her desperate calls to communicate remains unanswered. Each cry ignored. And with every lonely song, she becomes sadder and more frustrated, her notes going deeper in despair as the years go by.
(Source: Gizmodo)
(Source: fortheloveofpretty)
things I heart
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I bought The Great Gatsby today. I’ve already read it twice, but now that I have my own copy… oh the endless possibilities.
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i get lonely, then i sit on tumblr.
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