Autumn arrived in a blaze of color in north-central Mongolia. The montane forests surrounding Lake Hövsgöl, the country’s largest lake by volume, took on golden hues in late September 2024, while high mountain ridges nearby sported a layer of bright white snow.
At an elevation of 1,645 meters (5,397 feet), Lake Hövsgöl (also known as Khuvsgul and Khövsgöl) sits at the foot of the eastern Sayan Mountains, near the border with Russia. Along with shrubs and grasslands, forests consisting primarily of Siberian larch (Larix sibirica) blanket the hills around the lake. Larches are deciduous conifer trees, meaning that they have cones and needles like conifers, but they change color and drop their needles in the fall like deciduous trees.
The result of this seasonal transformation was captured by the OLI (Operational Land Imager) on Landsat 8 on September 26 (above, right). For comparison, an image acquired about one month earlier by the OLI-2 on Landsat 9 (left) shows much greener vegetation.
Lake Hövsgöl, which has existed for over 2 million years, is one of the world’s ancient lakes. It measures approximately 137 kilometers (85 miles) from north to south and is an important water resource for Central Asia, holding about three-quarters of Mongolia’s freshwater. Researchers have described the lake as “near-pristine,” with minimal development in its watershed. Its waters are oligotrophic, or low in nutrients, and very clear. The only outlet from Lake Hövsgöl ultimately feeds into the much older and larger Lake Baikal, about 200 kilometers (125 miles) to the east.
Fall is a relatively short season in this part of northern Mongolia. Ice can start to form on Lake Hövsgöl as early as November and persist into June. Reaching thicknesses up to 1.5 meters (5 feet), the ice once supported truck routes across the lake. Driving on the ice has been prohibited for decades due to environmental concerns, and efforts are underway to retrieve vehicles that sank while attempting the crossing.
NASA Earth Observatory images by Wanmei Liang, using Landsat data from the U.S. Geological Survey. Story by Lindsey Doermann.
this is sort of cousins with my favorite practice, which is replying "yeah, that's what i've been saying" after any weird sound or audible bodily function.
roommate's cat: mrorow?
me: yeah, that's what i've been saying!
I enjoy adding "as one does" in parentheses after describing a strange thing to do (as one does).
it's important to remember that most 'invasive species' did not change the region and habitat to which they have adapted by their own accord; stowaways on cargo vessels, changed migration patterns due to human settlements or a changing climate; animals formerly used for furs or other animal products being released after those goods were no longer in demand... these animals are displaced. it's very sad because often the best solution is population control.
we made the problem and the best solution feels pretty ugly, but the alternative is often ecologically much worse.
Not only do we have the rich elite releasing millions of non-native birds for sport shooting, and shooters and farmers campaigning against efforts to re-wild parts of the UK, we also have animal rights groups sabotaging conservation efforts.
Grey squirrels are highly invasive in the UK. They spread disease, outcompete the native red squirrel, and also predate native bird nests and damage trees. Culling them is vital to helping to restore ecosystems and threatened native wildlife. Yet there are groups of ARAs dedicated to saving these invasive squirrels. UK wildlife just can't win.
This is how bad the situation is btw:
and if giraffes got shorter, tree populatuons would go out of control. i thank god wvery day for making all his creature the right size
if trees got shorter giraffes would go extinct
kind of perverted that microwave will spin your food for you. showing you all its angles for your freakish lustful gaze
me, each and every day with my rat children
even dreams are not safe from carcinisation
we went to bed at 6pm last night and whenever i woke up my brain would try to slowly reconstruct the phrasing and imagery of McDonald's Honey Bustard Pickled Sea fuck meal and as soon as id get it right i would fall back asleep happened about a dozen times