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Brown algae, whose scientific name is Phaeophyta, has 28 species in the waters off of Guam.
Roy Tsuda
I returned to Lac Rose / Lac Retba on the Cap Vert peninsula not far from Senegal's capital Dakar. The lake is separated from the Atlantic Ocean only by a narrow corridor of dunes, and is named for its pink waters, caused by Dunaliella salina algae. The algae produces a red pigment to assist in absorbing light. The color is particularly visible during the dry season (from November to June) and is less visible during the rainy season (July to October). some phtographs I have seen have made the lake look very pink, pinker than I have so far seen it, perhaps a result of the light, or of the photographer's tools. I look forward to visiting it again, not so much because of the colour but because of the people working on harvesting the salt. On my first visit I actually stayed by the lake for several days and walked around and spoke to some of the salt harvesters. In 2019 I had less time as my destination that day was further north.
I sure hope this photo I snapped this afternoon of algae from our hot
springs drain is chlorella vulgaris. This type of algae has a lipid
(oil count) of up to 22% and can also be used for food. Now it is
time to start working on isolations.
An algae-covered fence post stands alongside the long-closed Meon Valley branch line, near Wickham, Hampshire.
This is a river.... looks good hey. Class 15F no 2914 crossing the Hex River at Rustenburg Plats during January 1994.
Beiträge zur Morphologie der Meeres-Algen
Berlin :Druckerei der Königl. Akademie der Wissenschaften : In Commission bei A. Hirschwald,1862.
algae, we put a glow necklace around him like a belt, he seemed to think it was a cute fashion accesory
In the hot springs on Geyser Hill, these bizarre algae colonies thrive. There are flies that feed on the algae. They have "hot pads" on their feet to protect them from cooking. They kind of skate over the water. The flies are eaten by spiders, who do NOT have the hot pads, so they run, bare foot, (I presume shouting OUCH! OUCH! OUCH!) out onto the mat, grab a fly, and (literally) hot-foot it back to the shore, hopefully before their little toes are burned off. What a life!
A small fountain hidden in the long shadows of the afternoon sun, only the green algae seemed to radiate light, just under the surface of the splashing water.