Tess McClure

3 days ago | msn.com | Tess McClure

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3 days ago | theguardian.com | Tess McClure

Daniel Janzen only began watching the insects – truly watching them – when his ribcage was shattered. Nearly half a century ago, the young ecologist had been out documenting fruit crops in a dense stretch of Costa Rican forest when he fell in a ravine, landing on his back. The long lens of his camera punched up through three ribs, snapping the bones into his thorax. Slowly, he dragged himself out, crawling nearly two miles back to the research hut.

4 days ago | eldiario.es | Tess McClure

El peso llevaba semanas acumulándose por encima del pueblo. Nueve millones de toneladas de roca frágilmente instaladas sobre una antigua placa de hielo. Procedentes de un fragmento de la cima del Kleines Nesthorn que se había desmoronado, se cernían sobre las silenciosas y vacías calles de Blatten. Solo el glaciar las había detenido. El hielo rechinaba bajo la presión. Hasta que en un instante de la tarde del miércoles pasado todo cedió.

5 days ago | msn.com | Tess McClure

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5 days ago | theguardian.com | Tess McClure

For weeks the weight had sat above the village, nine million tonnes of rock precariously resting on an ancient slab of ice. A chunk of Kleines Nesthorn mountain’s peak had crumbled, and its rubble hung over the silent, empty streets of Blatten, held back only by the glacier. The ice groaned beneath the pressure. On Wednesday afternoon, in an instant, it gave way. The ice cracked, then crumbled.