After our three great adventures in Uluru, Fraser Island and the Great Barrier Reef, we decided to go on a road trip for a few days and discover the roads and back roads of Australia.
What if Dr. Townes, instead of taking that timeout, had sent a text or played Angry Birds? Might we be in the dark about the laser? As research and Townes' example suggest, the unpredictable sparks of our own mental machinations should be something we don't want to miss any more than the majestic sight of a passing whale.
As Kathryn Roberts explains in this video, she has a thing for whales and always wanted to sing a song about one. But she did not want to sing a traditional whaling song, in which the subject is generally the dangers or hardships of hunting them.
It's not like I am 20 and have all the time in the world. Yes, I love him, but do I love him enough to give up my freedom, my independence, my ability to come and go and travel as I like in order to be at his side, giving him the attention he needs and craves?
Now scientists have new information about the level of detail in the songs that bowhead whales sing to one another when they are migrating into the Beaufort Sea each spring.
I first learned about Hana some 20 years ago when I was living in Los Angeles and looking for a respite from a high pressure job I'd just finished. I asked around and, lo and behold, it turns out that a lot of people I knew pointed to one place and one place in particular: Hana.
For these highly intelligent, socially sophisticated, and family-loving orcas, we can do so much better than continuing to enslave and teach our children that these sentient fellow creatures should be captive in cement bathtubs for life.
The world is outraged by Japan's latest shameful act of stealing an albino dolphin from the sea and its proposed sale, which sentences this exquisite apex predator to a heinous life of slavery.
Whether you are looking to write, scout or shoot (the Icelandic Film Centre offers a 20 percent rebate if you meet certain "cultural criteria"), put Reykjavik and RIFF in your filmmaking bucket list.
Whether or not you have ever eaten a piece of Antarctic fish or a krill oil dietary supplement, this spectacular place is meaningful to your life. The stark beauty of its land and sea matter to us, as do the lives of the iconic animals that call it home.
While it is important for the Navy to maintain readiness, its proposed war-games in the Gulf of Alaska would be in the wrong place, at the wrong time, and would cause too many impacts to marine mammals.
Norway might not care about sustainability or cruelty or even its reputation, but what I find the most puzzling is the country's near messianic belief that, as long as it keeps killing whales, people will come back to whale meat. The evidence just isn't there.
Every 10 seconds, non-stop, for a couple months, sonic explosions at 252 decibels will shatter eardrums of all sea creatures. Each month, the equivalent of 241,920 grenades will carpet-bomb the western Atlantic Ocean, minus any shrapnel.
Shark week got me thinking... Do you really care about the ocean? What's beyond the shoreline may never cross your mind. Could an ocean country change that?
With so few opportunities left to maintain pristine wilderness on this planet, we must seize this chance or risk losing it forever.
BOOM. BOOM. BOOM-BOOM-BOOOOOMMMMM! Annoying, isn't it? But guess what -- that's what life will be like for marine mammals in the Atlantic Ocean now that the Obama administration has re-opened the East Coast, from Delaware to Florida, to offshore oil and gas exploration.