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Detail of an illustration in Magic, 1400s-1950s edited by Noel Daniel. Köln: Taschen, 2009. BF1589.D36 M3 2009
- www.kevin-palmer.com - Devil's Tower rises dramatically above the grasslands of Northeast Wyoming. The best view of the tower at sunset can be found from the Joyner Ridge Trail.
Wearing a red rubber hood under the mask and new claws .Sign of Satan 666 with a beat up leather jacket and a filthy shirt underneath .
This scene made me thing that I was seeing the devil tempting a woman on a dimly lit lonely street, just at the doors of a centuries old church. They are actors walking around Guanajuato colonial city downtown.
Esta escena donde me encontré con dos actores en una calle tenuemente iluminada de la ciudad de Guanajuato, a las puertas de una iglesia colonial, me hizo pensar en el diablo tentando a una mujer
The Roseate Skimmer (Orthemis ferruginea) is a common southern dragonfly. The male of the species has a rose pink and red/maroon colored abdomen. Females of the species have orange-brown abdomens with clear orangish veins and a brownish thorax with a light stripe down back.
In the old days, (Back in 2013) dragonflies would seek out bad kids and sew their mouths together with their claspers while they slept. Dragonflies were known as the devil’s darning needles. You should know that this is a myth, because dragonflies don’t have pockets to carry the thread to the beds of sleeping wicked children.
I found this one looking for some neighborhood kids in the vacant lot next door.
Lake Wales, Florida.
Devils Tower National Monument
Wyoming
Another version tells that two Sioux boys wandered far from their village when Mato the bear, a huge creature that had claws the size of tipi poles, spotted them, and wanted to eat them for breakfast. He was almost upon them when the boys prayed to Wakan Tanka the Creator to help them. They rose up on a huge rock, while Mato tried to get up from every side, leaving huge scratch marks as he did. Finally, he sauntered off, disappointed and discouraged. The bear came to rest east of the Black Hills at what is now Bear Butte. Wanblee, the eagle, helped the boys off the rock and back to their village.
A legend of Devil's Tower
A Brule Sioux Legend
Out of the plains of Wyoming rises Devil's Tower. It is really a rock, visible for hundreds of miles around, an immense cone of basalt which seems to touch the clouds. It sticks out of the flat prairie as if someone had pushed it up from underground.
Of course, Devil's Tower is a white man's name. We have no devil in our beliefs and got along well all these many centuries without him. You people invented the devil and, as far as I'm concerned, you can keep him. But everybody these days knows that towering rock by this name, so Devil's Tower it is.
No use telling you its Indian name. Most tribes call it bear rock. There is a reason for that - if you see it, you will notice on its sheer sides many, many streaks and gashes running straight up and down, like scratches made by giant claws.
Well, long, long ago, two young Indian boys found themselves lost in the prairie. You know how it is. They had played shinny ball and whacked it a few hundred yards out of the village. And then they had shot their toy bows still farther out into the sagebrush. And then they had heard a small animal make a noise and had gone to investigate.
They had come to a stream with many colorful pebbles and followed that for a while. They had come to a hill and wanted to see what was on the other side. On the other side they saw a herd of antelope and, of course, had to track them for a while.
When they got hungry and thought it was time to go home, the two boys found that they didn't know where they were. They started off in the direction where they thought their village was, but only got farther and farther away from it. At last they curled up beneath a tree and went to sleep.
They got up the next morning and walked some more, still headed the wrong way. They ate some wild berries and dug up wild turnips, found some choke-cherries, and drank water from streams. For three days they walked toward the west. They were footsore, but they survived.
Oh, how they wished that their parents, or aunts or uncles, or elder brothers and sisters would find them. But nobody did.
On the fourth day the boys suddenly had a feeling that they were being followed. They looked around and in the distance saw Mato, the bear. This was no ordinary bear, but a giant grizzly so huge that the two boys would only make a small mouthful for him, but he had smelled the boys and wanted that mouthful. He kept coming close, and the earth trembled as he gathered speed.
The boys started running, looking for a place to hide, but there was no such place and the grizzly was much, much faster than they.
They stumbled, and the bear was almost upon them. They could see his red, wide-open jaws full of enormous, wicked teeth. They could smell his hot, evil breath. The boys were old enough to have learned to pray, and they called upon Wakan Tanka, the Creator: "Tunkashila, Grandfather, have pity, save us."
All at once the earth shook and began to rise. The boys rose with it. Out of the earth came a cone of rock going up, up until it was more than a thousand feet high. And the boys were on top of it. Mato the bear was disappointed to see his meal disappearing into the clouds.
Have I said he was a giant bear? This grizzly was so huge that he could almost reach to the top of the rock, trying to get up, trying to get those boys. As he did so, he made big scratches in the sides of the towering rock. But the stone was too slippery; Mato could not get up. He tried every spot, every side. He scratched up the rock all around, but it was no use. The boys watched him wearing himself out, getting tired, giving up. They finally saw him going away, a huge, growling, grunting mountain of fur disappearing over the horizon.
The boys were saved. Or were they? How were they to get down? They were humans, not birds who could fly.
Some ten years ago, mountain climbers tried to conquer Devil's Tower. They had ropes, and iron hooks called pitons to nail themselves to the rockface, and they managed to get up. But they couldn't get down. They were marooned on that giant basalt cone, and they had to be taken off in a helicopter. In the long-ago days the Indians had no helicopters.
So how did the two boys get down? The legend does not tell us, but we can be sure that the Great Spirit didn't save those boys only to let them perish of hunger and thirst on the top of the rock.
Well, Wanblee, the eagle, has always been a friend to our people. So it must have been the eagle that let the boys grab hold of him and carried them safely back to their village.
Or do you know another way?
- Told by Lame Deer in Winner, Rosebud Sioux Indian Reservation, South Dakota, 1969.
Devil's Ass is a rock formation made of granite in Czech Canada region. It has acquired its characteristic shape through weathering. It is one of the most famous rock formations in Czech Canada
View from east. False Devils Dome is the fin just behind, with Mephistopheles at right, Rosemary's Baby-Trident ridge behind that and Mount Bor iirc in the distance at right.
Devil Dinosaur / Heft-Reihe
Devil Dinosaur and Moon-Boy (art: Jack Kirby, Mike Royer)
cover: Jack Kirby, Frank Giacoia
Marvel Comics Group / USA 1978
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The Devil's Den waterfall was more of a trickle than a waterfall. We were able to walk on rocks that would normally be covered by water. But where water was flowing, it was very pretty.
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Dust devil inside the Iron Age enclosure of Masseria Finizo on the Tavoliere Plain. Survey point... taken while conducting finds and phenomenological survey during the UCL Institute of Archaeology Tavoliere-Gargano Prehistory Project.
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An amazing field of poppies at Devils Dyke near Brighton from last summer. I only called into this field after noticing it whilst driving home from sunrise at a poppyfield much larger than this closer to Brighton.
I'm sorry I haven't been about for a few months, I have just opened a gallery with my Dad on the dorset coast at West Bay which is going really well and I have a baby due yesterday so any day now as well as loads of work to get on with. Things have been extremely mad and hopefully I'll be back out and about with my camera in the next few weeks! The frustration of not managing to find time to create new images is beginning to drive me crazy!
I will catch up with everyones streams as and when I can and if anyone is about in West Dorset it would be great to see you down at the gallery if you are in or around West Bay.
5dmkii 16-35 1/30 sec @f.11 iso 200 B+W Kaseman 105mm Polariser.
Looking towards the Devil's Spittleful nature reserve across the Severn Valley Railway. This nature reserve is a remnant of old Worcestershire heathland that is showing some nice gorse in flower. The blue flower spikes on the right are Viper's bugloss, a smattering of poppies and a patch of Ox-eye Daisy set the scene.