#FOTW Daily Post 10
A little more than 700m years ago, the Earth was a giant ice-ball. What thawed it? CO2 building up over millions of years
Even the deepest freeze was ended by carbon — the lever we're now yanking
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#FOTW Daily Post 10
A little more than 700m years ago, the Earth was a giant ice-ball. What thawed it? CO2 building up over millions of years
Even the deepest freeze was ended by carbon — the lever we're now yanking
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Last week's ruin was broken by people. This week's wasn't. Malham Cove is pure process — ice, meltwater, 330 million years of limestone. North Yorkshire In Verse tells both kinds of story.
«لو اعتبرنا عمر الأرض كتابًا من ألف صفحة، فلن يظهر الإنسان العاقل إلا في السطور الأخيرة من الصفحة الأخيرة، وستأتي الكتابة في آخر كلمة تقريبًا.»
من «من الخلية إلى السؤال» #deeptime #evolution
#FOTW Daily Post 8
3 million years ago, giant camels roamed temperate High Arctic forests, where there is now frozen tundra. The past reveals exactly how different a warmer world looks. No speculation needed. it's written in the rocks
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#FOTW Daily Post 7
56 million years ago - at the PETM - there was an explosion of heat. There were palms in Siberia, and crocodiles in the Arctic Ocean. Today, the world is heating 10x faster
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Beneath every Ardnamurchan photograph lies a much older story of fire, ice, erosion and deep time.
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Ruin poems love passive verbs: crumbles, fades, is lost. North Yorkshire In Verse – Moor To Shore In Poetry tries to name the actual hand instead — ice, frost, or somebody's gunpowder.
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Spiorad Àird nam Murchan Pt.32 - A Pebble on the Beach
"The place continues because the questions continue."
Perhaps curiosity is another form of belonging.
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The ammonites on Whitby's beach carry the scientific name Hildoceras — Hild's horn.
Coiled stone, once alive, now geology: the same deep-time attention that runs through North Yorkshire In Verse – Moor To Shore In Poetry.
'Each November, a hundred gunpowder charges / fire at once from the ends of wooden coshes.' That's Bridgwater.
Somerset In Verse – Exmoor To Levels In Poetry, out now in paperback.
Chew Valley Lake drowned an entire village, Moreton, in 1956 to build a reservoir. In dry summers, the bridge stones still climb back out of the mud.
Somerset In Verse – Exmoor To Levels In Poetry, out now.
A magnetometer survey at Stanton Drew found over four hundred buried postholes — the largest timber monument found in Britain, invisible from the surface. Somerset In Verse – Exmoor To Levels In Poetry treats the find as the real subject.
What are the implications of Journey of the Universe for college education?
Sam King will be speaking with students at Fairfield University tomorrow evening about the profound implications of the film.
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'Gravity is the only jointing compound.' That's Tarr Steps — a clapper bridge held together by nothing but weight. Somerset In Verse – Exmoor To Levels In Poetry, out now in paperback.
"Every headland, every beach, every ridge and bay becomes part of a much larger narrative stretching across deep time"
Spiorad aird nam Murchan Pt.32 - A Pebble on the Beach: inspiration, influence and belonging in Ardnamurchan.
'Every fifteen minutes, a fourteenth-century Quarter Jack strikes the bell, / a medieval gear turning beneath the slow creep of the scarp.' That's Wells. Somerset In Verse – Exmoor To Levels In Poetry, out now.