#glacialis

[almostarts]

Marco Pettinari, A "Glacialis" Console, Unique piece, 2020, 

Superego Edition,

Altuglass Structure.

H 78 X L 134 X P 78 CM (H 30 ¾ X W 52 ¾ X D 30 3/4 IN.)

Courtesy of Tajan

[namu-the-orca]

North Atlantic right whale (Eubalaena glacialis)

We've seen all the minkes a few days ago, and now it's onto another trio of whales: the right whales. Named so by early whalers because their slow swimming, docile nature and hight fat content made them the 'right' whales to hunt. There are three species of right whale, one in the Southern hemisphere, one in the North Pacific and one in the North Atlantic. Although virtually indistinguishable by looks, they have been genetically separated for millions of years. Interestingly, the North Pacific right whale is more closely related to the Southern right whale than to the North Atlantic right whale! Together with the Bowhead whale they are the only baleen whales to completely lack a dorsal fin of any kind, although its their callosities that truly distinguish them from all other cetaceans. The callosities are several patches of rough, raised skin on the right whale's head, and the size and positioning of them differs per individual. Although actually black, the callosities appear white, yellow or orange due to massive infestation by whale lice and barnacles. The white markings on the ventral side are also highly variable. Animals of all three species can be completely black or have extensive white bellies and chins, like the whale in the picture (which is about as well-marked as a North Atlantic right whale will be). All three species have been extensively hunted, but while the Southern species has slowly started to make a comeback, both northern species are still extremely endangered. There are only a few hundred North Atlantic right whales left in the world, and almost all of those live in the western Atlantic - the Eastern Atlantic population is most likely functionally extinct. There's a good reason why these whales have it so tough: even though whaling has come to an end, there are still many modern threats they have to deal with. An incredible increase in noise in the oceans has made communicating harder, while ship strikes and entanglement in fishing gear claim lives every year. This whale, too, has had an encounter with fishing lines: the white marks on her flukes, peduncle and around her flipper are not natural colouration but scars from where the ropes cut her skin.

[bladnerver]

Ranunculus glacialis, the flowering plant growing on the highest altitude in the Swedish mountains.

[rsblogger1-blog]

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[thewildersofnewhaven]

Stumbled into Isolation | Elsa and Sarah

Sarah sighed softly as she shook her head. The last thing she had expected on her vacation was to get lost, but she had a horrible sense of direction anyway. Combine that with unfamiliar territory and well, she really shouldn't have been all that surprised. What she could be grateful for was the fact that the sun was still high in the sky and she was at least in somewhat of an open air area of whatever stretch of land she had found herself in. She decided to keep climbing and to at least find some sort of shelter that was out of the way of wolves and other creatures in the forest before nightfall. She figured that she would have a better chance if she found higher ground.

Sometime later, she decided to take a break on this one ledge. Luckily it didn't seem to be snowing anymore which was good for her since it left her with some sort of visibility. Breathing in deeply, she brought her knees to her chest and leaned her elbows on the tops of her knees, trying to catch her breath in the frigid snow. A gleam caught her eye and she furrowed her brow, her head turning to the left. She stood and walked over to where the gleam was coming from. What she saw before her took her breath away.

An ice castle. A proper ice castle...on the mountain. The sun glistened off the ice and she had to shield her eyes until the sun disappeared behind a cloud. Figuring that someone had to have built the ice castle for a reason, she headed to the staircase. The drop below the staircase caught her eye and she gripped the banister tight. She could do this, she could totally do this. Taking a deep breath, she stepped onto the first step, then the second, continuing upward without lowering her gaze. When she reached the door, she let out the breath she had been holding and quickly lifted a hand to knock on the door, eager to put as much distance between her and the Ice Bridge of Doom far behind her. "Hello? Is anyone there?"

[wolfskinnedxdoe-archive-blog]

✦; It's cold, she's complained, but look who's out in the open with little layering on. In a rush to get out, she had forgotten her coat, but it didn't seem to phase her just yet. She was too busy taking pictures of the lumpy snowman she built.

[wolfskinnedxdoe-archive-blog]

g---lacialis replied to your post:i hate being up so early cuz like no one’s around

{ooc} truth

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