The vaquita and the Māui’s dolphin, and their twin fates.
Seismic engineering is failing to anticipate the complexity of earthquakes.
Chemtrails, 9/11 “truthers”, lizard people. It’s like the Renaissance never happened.
A new report reveals how 12 companies profited from pollution using fake carbon credits from Russia.
For students at a Northland school, a story about “their place” became a chance to think differently about “my place”.
Ten years ago, even the most visionary conservationists thought ridding New Zealand of predators was a pipe dream. Now the PM says, “Let’s do it.”
Revelations about widespread illegal fishing highlight another failure of free-market policy to protect our environment and common assets.
Our decades of indulgence have cost the planet, and Nature just dropped off the bill. Who’s going to pick it up?
Two of the most emotional moments at Tuhoe’s settlement day on Friday August 22 involved the return of treasures to the iwi.
Today is the 100th anniversary of the death of Martha, the last passenger pigeon. From billions to zero in 50 years—a cautionary tale about a phenomenal bird.
It is a truth universally acknowledged that there are too many books and too little time. This is why you can stumble across a new and brilliant writer and wonder, “Where have you been all my life?” I had that thought a few weeks ago when I read an essay by Charles Bowden on nature photography.
The Waitangi Tribunal has just released the first part of its findings on the treaty claims of Ngapuhi and other iwi from the north. In a pipi shell, the tribunal has found that those tribes did not cede sovereignty when they signed Te Tiriti in February 1840.
On this day 175 years ago, one of the lesser-known signings of Te Tiriti o Waitangi took place at Karaka Bay, at the mouth of the Tamaki Estuary in Auckland.
For most people, "Bloody Sunday" refers to the day in January 1972 when 26 unarmed civilians were shot by British soldiers during a protest march in Northern Ireland in 1972—a massacre hauntingly commemorated in U2's anthem "Sunday, Bloody Sunday."
When you're hemmed in by rain for three days, camped in soggy forest at the junction of two rivers in South Westland (see "Back for the Gold" in the latest issue of New Zealand Geographic) there is plenty of time to talk. Snippets from an interview I recorded with Mick Abbott—head of the School of Landscape Architecture at Lincoln University, a member of the Canterbury Aoraki Conservation Board, and co-founder with his wife, Carli Richter, of Kiwi Ranger, a family environmental education programme—appear in the story. Here are some longer excerpts from our conversation, beginning with recollections of Abbott's epic solo traverse of the South Island, which he made in 1988/89. How did that journey come about, I asked him . . .
Twenty years ago you could walk to the snout of Franz Josef Glacier, clamber over some rocks and find yourself standing on a river of ice. Not anymore. The closest you can get to the terminus of Franz Josef—or its neighbour, Fox—is a viewing platform a couple of hundred metres away. If you want to stand on the glacier you need to take a helicopter flight.The reason? Global warming, pretty obviously. The glaciers have retreated dramatically in recent years, and are continuing to shrink back into the valleys they carved. Disappearing glaciers are one of the more obvious signs of climate change in New Zealand. An increasing incidence of weather extremes, such as drought, is another. Are New Zealanders on board with the new climate reality? Are we taking action to mitigate the country's greenhouse gas emissions?
I'm not sure which announcement surprised me more: the leaders of the G7 industrial nations declaring their intent to phase out fossil fuel use by the end of the century or executives of six European oil companies calling for a carbon tax. Angela Merkel was promptly called a climate hero for daring to use the D-word—decarbonise—in her summation of the G7 summit in Bavaria. Leaders also committed to limiting global temperature rise to a maximum of two degrees over pre-industrial levels. Even tar-loving Canada signed on.
At 40,000 words, the pope's much awaited encyclical covering climate change, the environment and the poor (though also, in fact, touching on life, the universe and pretty much everything from urban architecture to social media) is not a light bedtime read. "Laudato Si'"—literally "be praised," a repeating phrase from the celebrated Canticle of the Creatures, a song by Pope Francis's namesake saint—landed with a thump right at the start of Matariki, signalling, perhaps, fresh beginnings in the church's environmental thinking.
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