The Crystal Lake

The main destination of the seven hundred ninety six mile road trip was Crater Lake National Park. I had been there once before in the Spring of 2011 and made my first memory of being in snow that accumulated on the ground for more than a millisecond. However, this trip was in July. A completely different, breath-taking experience. As my parents and I were approaching a viewing area in our blue Prius, the stunning scenery had me in a state of pure awe. The seemingly infinite hues of green of the

Artamidae, has changed a little since the Triassic period. The historical appearance of the existence of Artemia goes back to 982 originated in Urmia Lake, Iran, the first unambiguous record is the report, drawings produced by Schlösser in 1757 of animals from Lymington, England. Artemia populations are found around the whole world in inland saltwater lakes, unlike oceans. Artemia are able to avoid cohabiting with most types of predators, such as fish, by their ability to live in waters of very high salinity

pressure created from the overlying snow compact’s the underlying layers, and the snow grains become larger ice crystals randomly oriented in connected air spaces. These ice crystals can eventually grow to become several centimeters in diameter (Armstrong). As the air spaces in the ice decrease it shows that compression is continuing and the ice crystals are growing. Sometimes the dense ice crystals can tend to look blue. When the glacier has pressure and the forces of gravity it will begin to move and

good King Arthur, into an incestuous relationship with her, resulting in the unnatural birth of their son, Mordred. She tricks Arthur’s wizard, Merlin, into divulging his magical secrets to her, then disposes of him inside the trunk of a tree, or a crystal cave. She sows the seeds of discontent with gossip against Lancelot and Queen Guinevere, steals the magical sword, Excalibur with it’s healing scabbard, plots the death of Arthur with her various lovers, and ultimately contributes to the dissolution

hand” (Coelho p. 76). In The Alchemist, it seems that everyone believes in one mystical force that can connect all characteristics of humans to the characteristics of inanimate objects. This theme started from the very beginning with Narcissus and the lake, all the way until now with the refinement of impurities in the shared soul of the world. It’s important to point out the detail

long last arrived, the snow was covering the streets like a white cover. The excellent setting of extraordinary mountains, pine trees, streams, and lakes was likewise cover in snow. Driving through the main roads of Telluride was a delightful experience. First, I rolled down the icy windows for a better view. The blue sky was cloudless, vibrant, and crystal clear. The beaming sun rays reflected it’s shine thru the front

t was now time to put their paws down for good.It was springtime on the other side of an otherwise peaceful residential housing estate. One rabbit, a raccoon and a long haired black chubby cat, were going to create mayhem for a particular farmer. A gang of walking talking fury woodland friends, were going to do all they had to survive, living within their beloved Bowman's Wood. Swifty rabbit, Jerry raccoon, and Max the chubby black cat, had put up with farmer Jo's meanness for far too long. It was

Horticultural Society 's Chiswick Gardens.2 This was where he met one of the most influential person in his career, the sixth Duke of Devonshire, who he caught the attention of. At this stage, Paxton has already somewhat experience, he has constructed a lake. Duke who had great interest in Paxton and his skills offered him the head gardener’s position at Chatsworth. This was one of the tuning point in Paxton’s career. As he was offered a great position but he was also able to meet his wife, Sarah Brown

Most African Cichlid tanks keep Mbuna (pronounced um-boo-na) which means “Rockfish” in the language of the Tonga people in the area of Lake Malawi, one of the African Rift Lakes that African Cichlids come

On a late spring morning, within the bamboo forest there’s a lake with crystal clear water. Today I stopped my the lake to grab a quick drink to quench my thirst. I was staring at the water and lost in my thoughts until a high pitched squeaky voice startled me, “Are you a hybrid of polar bear and a black bear?” I turn around and look down, I find myself face to face with an ugly creature, which I assume is the owner of the squeaky voice. Upon closer look I recognize the ugly creature as a petite