Sentences with phrase «smallest traces of water»

Not exact matches

Dip your finger in a small amount of water and trace it along the edges of your wrapper — this will act as glue to hold everything together.

It's found in small amounts in many plant - based foods because, during growth, plants naturally absorb trace amounts of arsenic from the soil and water.

Both sides benefit: the fungus, which surrounds the small roots of the host plant with a thick felt, supplies the plant with trace elements and water.

However, traces of chloramine in the water may not be to everyone's liking either, because it causes rashes after showering in a small percentage of people and can apparently increase lead exposure in older homes as it leaches the heavy metal off old pipes.

«There likely will be little traces of the hydrocarbons in the water that is condensed to form rain, but it will likely make up less than normal pollution does,» says research meteorologist Frank Marks, director of hurricane research at NOAA's Atlantic Oceanographic and Meteorological Laboratory in Miami, Fla. «The amount of water vapor evaporated that might contain hydrocarbons related to the spill will be very, very small.»

Although we are some time off from probing a distant potentially habitable world's atmosphere for the presence of liquid water or chemical traces of life, Kepler - along with supporting observations by other space - and ground - based instrumentation - is giving us a tantalizing hint of the preponderance of small rocky worlds in the Milky Way.

Prudence Gill's dimly lit, shimmering piece traces the path of the Mississippi and its tributaries through a suspended LED sculpture of the watershed and small lenticular photographic panoramas depicting 94 points on the Ohio and Mississippi, where she also collected water samples displayed in vials.

, 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,

CO2 and other trace gases are far too small a proportion of the atmosphere to have any significant effect in comparison to the water vapour effect.

CO2 and other trace gases are far too small a proportion of the atmosphere to have any significant effect in the face of the water cycle on Earth.

In some cases, we deliberately inject small amounts of inert trace gases into specific water bodies (e.g., the Hudson River) and study their spreading and mixing.

The Vinyl salesmen are also promoting Greenpeace co-founder Patrick Moore, who has been a serial shill for the nuclear industry («there is no proof global warming is caused by humans, but it is likely enough that the world should turn to nuclear power»), loggers of the Amazon rainforest («All these save - the - forests arguments are based on bad science...») the lumber industry («clear - cutting is good for forests»), pharmaceuticals in water (it's «inevitable that a small amount of ingested pharmaceuticals will eventually show up at trace levels in wastewater»).