Smithsonian Handbooks: Rocks & Minerals (Smithsonian by Chris Pellant
By Chris Pellant
The Smithsonian instruction manual of Rocks and Minerals combines six hundred brilliant full--color photographs with descriptions of greater than 500 specimens. This authoritative and systematic photographic technique, with phrases by no means separated from photographs, marks a brand new new release of id publications. each one access combines an exact description with annotated pictures to focus on the executive features of the rock or mineral and distinguishing positive aspects. Color--coded bands supply a transparent, at--a--glance proof for speedy reference. additionally, every one mineral access positive factors an indication displaying the crystal process to which the mineral belongs. Designed for novices and skilled creditors alike, the Smithsonian instruction manual of Rocks and Minerals explains what rocks or minerals are, how they're categorized, and the way to begin a set. to aid within the preliminary levels of rock identity, a transparent visible key illustrates the diversities among igneous, metamorphic and sedimentary rocks, then courses the reader to the right kind rock access. A concise thesaurus offers fast realizing of technical and clinical phrases
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