Stingray migration : Looking like giant leaves floating in the sea, thousands of Golden Rays are seen here gathering off the coast of Mexico.
Eutetramorium mocquerysi : This image is composed of 400 pictures magnified 400x using a scanning electron microscope.
Prehistoric bloodsucker in Thames – a schoolboy has discovered a rare sea lamprey on a Thames riverbank.
The cephalopods can hear you – octopus and squid can hear
A schoolboy has survived a direct hit by a meteorite after it fell to earth at 30,000mph.
IUPAC have accepted element-112 for inclusion into the periodic table.
Because I’ve been in the mood for photo housekeeping, here’s the remainder of the photographs from our trip to Manhattan last Christmas. They’re mostly concerned with a walk over the Brooklyn Bridge which occurred on the very morning of Christmas day.
We took the train down to Brooklyn and just leisurely walked across. The weather and views were rather stunning, and the city much quieter than usual. We did run into a bit of footpath congestion at the Manhattan terminus; the comic image of a frustrated, lycra-enveloped cyclist failing to exert his right-of-way, in opposition to the crowds, camply yelling “Hello! Bicycle lane!” will stay impressed on my memory.
Thanks to some free air miles obtained when I signed up for my last credit card, we managed to get an entirely free weekend’s accommodation (self-catering apartment, right in the city centre), and flights (BA, return from Gatwick) to anywhere in the closest European zone. The only catch was that they needed to be cashed-in before the end of February ‘09. We elected to re-visit Dublin, as Mrs S. spent several months living and working there, back when she was studying towards her degree. That was several years ago, neither of us have been back since.
It hasn’t changed much. Right before we left, we discovered the exciting news that we were in the family way. This rather curtailed the traditional Dublin entertainment of drinking stout (the Guinness does taste better, you know) and bar-crawling. Perhaps the most striking change was the effect of the recent economic turmoil upon the sterling exchange rate. Dublin was never the cheapest city, but now things were positively eye-watering; a pint of Guiness was pushing five pounds, a decidedly average meal for two (with no alcohol) in a vegetarian restaurant easily overshot the forty pound mark. Luckily with free travel and accommodation leaving enough elasticity in our spending budget, we managed a relaxed weekend break without risking bankruptcy.
The February weather was cold, windy and occasionally damp. Wind-swept and grey rather suits this city by the sea. On on the evening we flew in, the night of the 14th, we somehow managed to blunder straight in and secure a last-minute table for two in a little Italian bistro, minutes after we’d unpacked; saving us from having to hurriedly improvise a meal with limited shopping options.
Most of the rest of the time we just cruised around the city streets, feeding the ducks in the park, dipping into second-hand-book shops, cafe’s and what proved to be an astonishingly well-stocked Gibson guitar dealer, where I ogled an array of the fancy new auto-mechanical-tuning robot guitars. I was particularly taken by the effect of the grimy, yet bright, winter sky reflecting off the mosaic-tile pools in the Garden of Remembrance.
PatchMatch: A randomized correspondence algorithm for structural image editing.
In Britain, butterflies are also on the wane. In the 19th century, they would flock in the wild in quantities sufficient to obscure your view. Now as populations dwindle, they’re a rare treat.
I’ve see a lot of encouraging signs of rehabilitated wildlife, as I wander round the green corridors of Bristol, walking that dog. We don’t see many butterflies.