Sentences with phrase «pulse flow of water»

Hydrologist Eloise Kendy, an American Geological Institute - sponsored fellow in the U.S. Senate from 2003 - 04, is a key member of the team that implemented an historic experimental pulse flow of water into the Colorado River's dry delta.

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Between 6 August and 17 October 2015, 12,114 ML of Commonwealth environmental water was delivered in conjunction with 40,440 ML of NSW environmental water to provide two flow pulses to the Northern and Southern Macquarie Marshes.

Environmental water was delivered in winter 2017 to provide a pre-wetting flow pulse to the Macquarie Marshes to prime the system for the delivery of environmental water in late winter and spring.

Commonwealth environmental water contributed to a flow event that inundated 3,839 ha of the Western Floodplain and provided a flow pulse down the Warrego River in October 2016.

Farms and cities siphon most of the river's water before it reaches Mexico, but on March 23, under a binational agreement, U.S. and Mexican officials unleashed an eight - week «pulse flow» from a small dam on the border to help restore the delta.

A pulse flow is a surge of water that periodically flows through a river — normally as the result of natural events such as spring storms or melting snow.

A year ago, they achieved an effect called superwicking — by which the texture of a material forces water to flow upward — on metal surfaces by etching them using extremely fast, quadrillionth of a second, high - energy laser pulses.

, you are lying on the floor of your place looking up, a small draft runs through the room, between the door and the window, and all things seem perfectly still, wind only disturbs concrete in imperceptible ways, or it may take millions of years to be noticed and, as the air runs through the space, all your plants move and all is animated and all is alive somehow, and here are the thoughts of all men in all ages and lands, they are not original with me, and that wind upon your plants is the common air that bathes the globe, and we have no ambitions of universalism, and I'm glad we don't, but the particles of air bring traces of pollen and are charged with electricity, desert sand, maybe sea water, and these particles were somewhere else before they were dragged here, and their route will not end by the door of this house, and if we tell each other stories, one can imagine that they might have been bathed by this same air, regrouped and recombined, recharged as a vehicle for sound, swirling as it moves, bringing the sound of a drum, like that Kabuki story where a fox recognizes the voice of its parents as a girl plays a drum made out of their skin, or any other event, and yet I always felt your work never tells stories, I tend to think that narrative implies a past tense, even if that past was just five seconds ago, one second ago was already the past, and human memory is irrelevant in geological time, plants and fish know not what tomorrow will bring, neither rocks nor metal do, but we all live here now, and we all need visions and we all need dreams, and as long as your metal sculptures vibrate they are always in the Present, and their past is a material truth alien to narrative, but well, maybe narrative does not imply a past tense at all and they are writing their own story while they gently move and breathe, and maybe nothing was really still before the wind came in, passing through the window as if through an irrational portal to make those plants dance, but everything was already moving and breathing in near complete silence, and if you're focused enough you can feel the pulse of a concrete wall and you can feel the tectonic movements of the earth, and you can hear the magma flowing under our feet and our bones crackling like a wild fire, and you can see the light of fireflies reflected in polished metal, and there is nothing magical about that, it is just the way things are, and sometimes we have to raise our voice because the music is too loud and let your clothes move to a powerful bass, sound waves and bright lights, powerful like the sun, blinding us if we stare for too long, but isn't it the biggest sign of love, like singing to a corn field, and all acts of kindness that are not pitiful nor utilitarian, that are truly horizontal as everything around us is impregnated with the deadliest violence, vertical and systemic, poisonous, and sometimes you just want to feel the sun burning your skin and look for life in all things declared dead, a kind of vitality that operates like corrosion, strong as the wind near the sea, transforming all things,

When pulses of warm water are strong enough to rise over the shelf's outer ridge, that warm dense water then flows downward to the grounding point of the glacier and remains there until a new equilibrium is established via basal melting and a retreating grounding point.

Based on GRACE satellite gravity estimates (illustrated in the graph below on the left) and hydrographic measurements (graph on right), Greenland's lost ice has correlated best with the pulses of warm Atlantic water that entered into the Irminger Current that flows to the west around Greenland, delivering relatively warm water to the base of Greenland's marine terminating glaciers.

She suggests that future shelf stability studies should consider the role of the ocean's influence, like the effects of warm water pulses flowing under the Cosgrove Ice Shelf.