Sentences with phrase «under the sea floor»

On the day of the earthquake, Japan's research vessel Chikyu, capable of drilling seven kilometres into the sea floor, was docked in Hachinohe, north of Sendai, preparing for a voyage to sample coal beds deep under the sea floor.

Researchers launch a heat probe to track fluids under the sea floor that support clams and other life.

The study shows that mounds of old volcanic rock, called seamounts, are the drains and spigots for a vast plumbing system that pumps hot, mineral - rich fluids under the sea floor.

Naturally - occurring methane hydrates, hidden deep under the sea floor or tucked under Arctic permafrost, contain substantial natural gas reserves locked up in a form that is difficult to extract.

Geologists can create a two - dimensional image, a cross section of the geology under the sea floor, by towing one long cable behind a ship.

The ship also tows a long cable behind it to record the acoustic signals that are reflected back by the sediments and bedrock under the sea floor.

The slimy mats acted as a barrier between the water above and the sediments below, preventing oxygen from reaching under the sea floor and making it largely uninhabitable.

Microbes such as bacteria are the most numerous organisms on Earth, and about 90 % of them live in sediments buried under the sea floor.

By bouncing sound off rock layers under the sea floor and recording the reflections with many detectors, structural images of the crust can be made at the boundaries where plates collide and rift apart

Most of the members of the clam family are bottom dwellers, usually shallow water, and with some exceptions, move slowly across or under the sea floor surface while a few are fixed in one place.

Dynamics under the sea floor, just like the geology of Antarctica seem to receive very little attention as it relates to our climate.

Unless I am losing my mind, I didn't post about freshwater under the sea floor.

His was about discovery of freshwater under sea floor.

Western Pacific gray whales (also known as grey whales) come to Sakhalin each summer to feed, and seismic survey work - which involves producing high - intensity sound pulses and studying reflections from rock strata under the sea floor - can seriously disrupt their feeding.

These are connected to melting of methane hydrate, an ice - like substance that forms, and is stable, under the sea floor in cold temperatures and under high pressure.

Not exact matches

Some 1,350 metres under the surface and scattered across around 30 kilometres of sea floor, knolls from the landslide were recovered by the team.

As I surveyed the sea of white platform heels, the most popular girl in our grade caught my eye, glancing down at the floor where I was self - consciously attempting to wedge my feet further under my backpack to hide my obviously uncool footwear choices.

Well inside this figure you can go progging for lobsters at Silver Seas, a place that puts on floor shows complete with donkeys, chickens, goats and an impresario named Lord Composer who votes under the cognomen of Roy Muddle.

If your beach has some rock pools then these are a perfect way to explore «under the waves» in a child friendly manner — all you need is a simple net and a bucket — you'll commonly find small fish especially flat fish that live on the sea floor their fry try and stay in the rock pools as it's safer, shrimps, anemones, crabs, molluscs like snails and bivalves like mussels.

SEALAB by Ben Hellwarth In the 1960s, as the underwater exploits of Jacques Cousteau dazzled the world, U.S. Navy aquanauts lived for weeks in pressurized capsules hundreds of feet under the sea — test runs, Navy researchers hoped, for long - term human habitats on the ocean floor.

Experiments are under way to mimic possible life - forming processes at alkaline vents on the sea floor, and perhaps elsewhere in the solar system

Ramariopsis kunzei looks more like a beautiful white coral living under the sea than a mushroom living on the floor of a tropical forest.

During a trawl for sea creatures on the bottom of the Arctic Ocean last month, scientists on the RV Helmer Hansson in Rijpfjorden on the island of Spitsbergen, Norway, retrieved a 7 - meter - long log infested with living shipworms on the sea floor under 250 meters of water.

Fumio Inagaki from the Japan Agency for Marine - Earth Science and Technology, who made the discovery, says the lake probably formed when carbon dioxide seeped out through the ocean floor from a deep - sea volcano and pooled under a blanket of solid, icelike CO2 hydrate and deep - sea sediment.

But researchers report that they've found buried treasure under the empty waters: ancient DNA hidden in the muck of the sea floor, which lies 5000 meters below the waves.

Two sea - view poolside guest bedrooms and two guest rooms on the upper floor are each comfy retreats set under timber peaked roofs with a choice of king - sized or twin beds.

Exchange vows on the deck with the expanse of sea as the backdrop, enjoy a candlelit dinner on the manicured lawn under a canopy of stars, and then take to the dance floor in the open - sided cliff - edge pavilion serenaded by the surf far below.

Two sea - view poolside guest bedrooms sharing a bathroom and two guest rooms with private ensuite bathrooms on the upper floor are each comfy retreats set under timber peaked roofs with a mix of twin, queen and king - sized beds, plus wardrobes and TVs.

The 220 foot steel schooner, which rests in pieces on the sea floor, is easily accessible and can be swum out to in under a minute for diving or snorkelling.

Enjoy a private sunset dinner on your over-water dining pavilion - a shadow sweeps below your feet as a graceful manta ray passes under the sea - view glass in the floor.

On the sea floor you will run through your skills for the first time under water before moving off with your guide on your introductory dive experience.

, 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,

(IIRC Wegener's mechanism had continents drifting over sea - floor crust, where the latter would dive under the leading continental edge and emerge from under the back edge.