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DAY NINE Todays picture was taken recently on a day trip to Whitstable on the north Kent coast.
Woke around 2am by a restful Carys again, we slept most of the rest of the night together on the couch in the nursery, she woke at 5.20am and played quietly with her Friesian cow which she has grown quite attached too and she keeps pushing it into my face to share the experience with me, what a good sharer. Today she suckles at from Sarah at 6am.
6.20 I attempt a quick nap, but I’m called to get Carys again, no luck there, I’ll be fully awake at 9am and then it’ll be too late for a nap, but I’ll feel tired after lunch, just when Carys is high as a kite.
6.25am Find Carys in her nursery quietly entertaining herself with “Drawer Emptying”, a solo pastime which involves throwing all her neatly folded (not ironed) clothes onto the floor, sometimes she may put a few back into the drawer, but this is only when she is running out of things to empty, it’s just to replenish her own fun really.
6.30 Carys is banging her new £12-Reduced-From-£18 shoes violently (she does everything heavy handed) on the floor.
6.45am I prepare double pear and weetabix for Carys’ brekky, but Carys has disappeared, she’s not anywhere in the kitchen or lounge, nor even her nursery, I look at the open door that leads to upstairs, oh dear I bet she’s up there – she is, half way up standing up on a stair grinning, chuffed with her mischief making. What if she fell, on my head it would be, what responsibility? And they’d put it in the Evening Standard – “BABY KILLER!, Man in £300,000 yuppie flat lets baby fall down stairs, callous Labour voter Steffan MacMillan tortured his baby repeatedly over… ” and on it would go and then I’d go to jail for it and they’d probably put me on the Child Abuser wing in a cell with someone called Bummerdog or somebody like that…
7am Sarah spoon feeds brekky to Carys from a metal teaspoon, which is devoured quickly, her arms resting at her side, her only body movement being her mouth opening like a fish. It can’t be too long until she makes the step up to 1.5 weetabii can it?
7.20am Carys plays ‘Emptying Nappy Sacks’ out of the scented nappy sack container, I constantly have to keep an eye on her, this incapacitates me from doing my chores, such as washing dishes or wiping the floor. This is quickly followed by rounds of ‘Emptying Wet Wipes’, and ‘Climbing Up Green Leatherette Armchair”, all fun for her, but would get me in the Evening Standard at worst or stop me from choring at best.
It seems Carys may be left handed, she uses her right hand to grip onto an edge, and uses the left to discard whatever she can grab, what would have happened to her in the Evil Soviet Union of Baddies? Would they have taken her away from us and‘train’ her to be right handed with electro shock treatment? How will she ever use a camera properly, they’re all designed for right-handers, we’ll have to go to special ‘Left Hander’ shops, it’ll be like being blind, will they give us a special dog? Oh god please let her be right handed, oh the shame on the family! What will they say back in Wales! we’ll just make sure she keeps her hands in her pockets every time we go visiting.
7.50am Sarah tries Carys’ new shoes on again, as she is in a good mood she may forget that she’s wearing the - nope she cries, she tries to scrape them off. Is this another monumental waste of money along with the playpen, swimming lessons and the Mothercare ‘black out’ blind? Can she go shoeless all her life like they do in Fiji?
8.15am Sarah departs for work, and leaves me with a shopping list (washing up liquid, bleach, toilet roll, fruit and vegetables), a cheque for all the mortgage and a list of playgroups we can go to today, I am revved up and ready to tackle the Peckham Librarty playgroup at 10 am-12 noon.
I don’t know what to do about my voicebox having a split personality, when in the house when with Carys it seems to jump an octave higher and my Welsh Valleys accent becomes a lot stronger, it resembles that female character in the Rentaghost TV show from 20 something years ago. But in public voicebox becomes himself again, deeper with a more clipped generic Welsh accent. It seems I have no control over this toing and froing, what if my Rentaghost accent takes over and becomes the norm? This split personality must confuse Carys, what will she think? That it’s normal to for your voice to behave in two different ways depending on what room you’re in? This is no good for no one.
8.30am I put Carys to nap, quite easily today not like yesterdays episode.
8.40am I do a spot of re-touching on the actress lady, and now all three shots should be given the big thumbs up.
10.06am Carys wakes from her nap, I know this from listening to her on the intercom fridge sounding device from Tomy, I go down and she is there standing up in her cot waiting to be retrieved, she has a big smile on her face when I enter the nursery, this warms my heart.
10.40am We head out for Peckham Library playgroup, I get there and am the only man in a large group of mums and babies, I feel out of place, they’re all singing, I join in with my groaning murmer. The playgroup leader races through all the songs, I slowly edge out of the circle so I don’t have to shout ‘snake’ or anything daft like that. After about 15 minutes another bloke comes in, thank god for that, he even sits next to me, suddenly I feel my groaning becoming melodic and my back straightens, are the wonderful bosom of manhood, we even have eye-to-eye-contact, albeit one of those accidental fleeting ones, the type of glance that sometimes happen on the tube. Carys is shy and she keeps hugging me close. The singing ends at 11.33am and the leader brings out a big box of toys, the kids rush round to it like Ethiopians picking up airdrops, Carys and I depart quietly, can’t be bothered making friends with the people here, as I have to rush back home before Carys gets hungry, I could give her mushy food in public, but where is there nice and clean to sit around this part of Peckham? Probably somewhere, but I don’t know of it, next to Knife Sharpeners or down besides the Pie N Mash shop, or sitting above the Big Girl fashion shop?
11.45am Arrive home for lunch, Carys eats banana, today holding the entire fruit in both hands and eating it like a grown-up, she refuses all different kinds of mush aswell as chipolatas and pear chunks. The banana is polished with a small fromage frais, which she has never refused, it’s a banker. I eat my hastily one handed (Carys is in my left hand) prepared lunch of left over couscous and left over lamb shoulder, gone are the days of my 12 ingredient sandwiches with various side garnishes.
12.30am Carys plays quietly and I wash dishes, kitchen surfaces and some of the floor, this is the best time to do chores as Carys is content to play on her own for about an hour.
1.50pm We go over to Harry Moody for a bit of swing action, I push her quite high and she is in fits of laughter, it’s a lot of fun watching someone else enjoy themselves so much.
2.10pm Thence we depart for Telly Hill park (South) and I put Carys’ new shoes on, she crawls off in them, scuffing the tips all along the floor, she then grabs a baby-walker and walks like I do when wearing ski jumping skis – very awkwardly. She hasn’t worked out how to swivel baby-walker devices to turn and avoid hazards inn her road, she ends up shunting into the side of a car, a two year old boy cannot get out of his car and shouts at Carys ‘go, go, go’ Carys’ face crumples and so I rescue her, she sits on my lap for the next 10 minutes just watching the other kids. I meet an émigré called Felix, from Paris and 26, he’s with his half Congolese daughter, a nice chap, we arrange to ‘see you around’, that’s’ like saying ‘let’s be friends partner’ in 70’s speak. The play leader tells me off for taking the pram onto the playing surface. Everyone is friendly here and I make eye-to-contact with a few more of the parents.
3.pm Playgroup ends and everyone heads for the small playground next door, it’s all built in chunky wood, to resemble a junior adventure park, perhaps to lull the kids into thinking they’re being adventurous? Shame only two swings here, now I know why the two fat ladies were hanging out by the gate in the playgroup, so they could get to the wings first – bitches. Meet a german dad on the way out, he has a new bike and I complement him on it, I have a long chat with him too, his name is Enkle, from down near the Swiss border, he keeps barking orders in Swiss German to his 2 year old son Anton, we also agree to ‘see you around’, wow two friends in an hour, this is the place to pick up dads indeed. Great to talk to other blokes, didn’t realise how much I missed that interaction this past 10 days.
4pm As we are going home Carys cries, I intuitively know that it must be her shoes that are bugging her, I am right, no tears after they come, off, she then tears her socks off, I wouldn’t have known that just two weeks ago, I would have probably thought her tears were because of half a dozen other things first, like nappy, hunger, chill, bored, uncomfortable etc.
4.03pm Sarah is at home, she takes over Carys while I prepare din dins, carys has avocado, pear and sweet potato mush which is mostly eaten, she discards her chipolata and pear chunks, Sarah and I have fish and vegetables for our din dins, then Carys joins in and tries to eat Sarahs food, but she just wants to chuck it down on the floor too. Carys is very similar to my grandmother’s old dog Llawen, in that he would never eat anything out of his own bowl, but only wanted human food that was tossed to him from the table, the same went for his drinking habits too, Llawen would quite often ignore the drinking water in his private metal drinking bowl and lunge for any cup that placed on the floor, his amazing telescopic tongue would just suck up half a cup of luke warm tea in a split second, then he’d slouch off sometimes with a victory belch on the way.
5.30pm After lifting Carys from her high chair we discover a pile of food that she had hidden beneath her, very crafty way of getting out of eating, I used to think it was just dropped, but the pile is getting bigger and bigger.
Anything you put in front of them
Taken at Loxahatchee National Wildlife Refuge - Please help identify this insect - appears to be some sort of grass hopper.
From Speech Path Girl:
"....these and your hand-size grasshoppers are the same species: Romalea microptera, better known as the Eastern Lubber grasshopper. These are juveniles; they'll lose the black coloring after their final molt into adulthood."
I'd never seen this beautiful but sinister fungus before. Its growing out of a caterpillar carcass that it landed on as a spore, waiting until the victim prepares to pupate before devouring it from within... Nice
The Devourer was first spotted in the outer borders of M.A.N.T.I.S. territories, near planet Guinevere, sector A06. Not much is know about this vessel, but it seems to be some sort of symbiotic relation between the ship itself and a sort of tentacular creature. It attach to ships' hulls with the tentacles and fire energy weapons that cut deep inside its victims, through armourings and shields, vaporizing anything in its path. The creature then sucks and nourishes from the hot gaseous matter.
My entry for week 9 of Andromeda's Gates on Eurobricks.
Model: Maria Raquel Zago
Monica Negreiros Fall Collection 2011
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Do you remember when last year I mentioned that I was a judge on a Beauty Contest? Well, Maria Raquel was the winner and then later on she won the Nationals on that beauty contest. Then we met again for this photoshoot.
You need to understand.
She mostly exists out
Out of Time
Out of mind
Out of her mind.
But sometimes God exists
in time
a devouring beast
consuming everything
and concealing all
her helpful signs.
It's not about your sins.
She's merely insatiable.
I'm saying this
was revealed to me.
By her.
So, it must be so!
It looks like a white in color yet dreadful in sight monster !!! A shapeless ghost that devours everything in its pass, even entire villages !!!!
One of the things that I particularly enjoy with photoshooting, is that you can take down and in a way "immortalize" fabulous facts or scenes that otherwise would have practically and unfortunately gone unseen and forgotten ... Thank God this one didn't !!!
NIKON D90 with Nikkor 18-55 mm lens, Manual Mode, Shutter Speed 1/200, f 29, ISO 200, Focal Length 28mm, no tripod ...
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The vegetation seems to be creeping in on this house. Also taken in New Hampshire, along the same road as the Little Red House.
"Don't speak, no, don't try
It's been a secret for the longest time
Don't run (oh), no, don't hide
Been running from it for the longest time
So many mornings I woke up confused
In my dreams, I do anything I want to you
My emotions are naked, they're taking me out of my mind
Right now I'm shameless
Screamin' my lungs out for ya
Not afraid to face it
I need you more than I want to
Need you more than I want to
Show me you're shameless
Write it on my neck, why don't ya?
And I won't erase it
I need you more than I want to
Need you more than I want to" -Camila Cabello
Pose - Loco
Taken @ Sunny's Photo Studio
Taken on Black Dragon Viewer
NSFW Version - twitter.com/DemonDismantled/status/1526360359652704257
Been in a doll coma most of the summer, so I forced myself to go out and take some photos before it's all over. I still have more sets planned but I don't know if I'll get to them in time.
It will devour all who are unworthy of its presence.
Built for Bio-Cup 2022 Round 1: #kaijune
Subtheme: Cosmic Horror
Non-edited photo here: Nivhel the Devourer - Unedited
Thanks to buttloaf_builds for the edit!
Been in a doll coma most of the summer, so I forced myself to go out and take some photos before it's all over. I still have more sets planned but I don't know if I'll get to them in time.
The golden-ringed dragonfly (Cordulegaster boltonii) is one of the largest insects in Sweden. I spotted this particular specimen together with my son on a trip to the Mjällådalen nature reserve near Härnösand, Sweden, and luckily for us it had caught a bumblebee and landed pretty much right in front of us on a leaf to eat it.
I initially took some gradually closer photos of it using the Canon 100 mm L IS Macro lens (like here: www.flickr.com/photos/tinyturtle/53923749905/) and to my surprise, it didn't fly away and just continued devouring the poor bumblebee (so much was already devoured that I am unable to tell the exact species).
When I considered myself "done" and having gotten the photos I wanted, Daniel however convinced me to switch to the Canon MP-E65mm lens and try for some real closeups. Since it would require me to be minimum 10.1 cm / 4" away from the dragon, I initially refused as I considered it impossible, but Daniel insisted and it turned out he was correct - it kept eating and I got some real closeups like this one at 2:1 magnification. It is also a two-exposure focus stack to bring ore of it into focus.
This species is the only one in Sweden belonging to the family Cordulegastridae and has a bit of a different face compared to the other species. Also, while the adult only flies for one summer, it has already spent four or five years as a larvae in the water before emerging.
A chance day to work with a wonderful person to produce some nice dystopian shots. Thank you to Devour and the location Home of Paine!
Photo credit: bdopekarreuche
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... #secondlife #secondlifebeauty #secondlifephotography #secondlifefashion
Photo taken and edited with iphone4, apps: Hueless, 100Cameras, Icolorama, Superimpose, Snapseed, Afterlight, Mextures, Photo Power & Phonto.
Twitter/IG/EyeEm/Tumblr: @adesantora
"I want more than that," she hissed flicking her tongue against her fangs.
"I don't want your just your body. I want you to sacrifice your soul."
I recently (months ago) picked up some more bootleg figs and was surprised to find that this Galactus knock-off wasn’t completely terrible, so naturally I had to make some posts with him and the rest of the gang! ;)
The Chrysler was inspired by a build by Tobias Brzitwa from here on Flickr, and The Baxter was inspired by a micro-scale “digital build” from the 2013 Lego Marvel Video Game!
Check out Patreon this week to see just how I built the skyline, or how I lit the photoshoot, and even how I edited everything together! Link in the bio!
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Edit: Hatti's tool DOES work for the game, I got errors because I used an outdated version, now this is actually getting fun.=P
Doom
- ~26MP(SRWE hotsampling), cropped;
- Hattiwatti tools for freecam;
- In-game photo mode tweaks.
"A carnivorous plant that all creatures fear"
Created for the LEGO Ideas contest to get your build displayed in The LEGO House
See album for more photos
I've dispatched my parent, and consumed those born of my own seed.
Let the Golden Age begin: now I shall reign for eternity.
Built for the first round of Bio-Cup 2019.
My theme for this round is Saturn. The Roman god of the same name is an equivalent of a Greek chtonic deity Kronos (or Cronus) - the tyrannical leader of Titan race, god of time and harvest.
I attempted to build a rather dark interpretation of this character while retaining his classical attributes: scythe, sickle and hourglass.