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From FOE at Engine Room
Sep 20 - OCT 20
secondlifesyndicate.com/events/engine-room/
Warrior From The Stars Armor
- Includes Unrigged Helm with left and right holds and optional feathered plumage
- Rigged for Jake, Reborn, Legacy F and Legacy M
- Includes HUD with many texture and colour options
- Textures, Materials and banner templates included for extensive customisation
- Materials/Mod/Copy
Starhammer Flamberge
- Includes Small, Medium and Large sizes
- Menu driven animations
- Includes HUD with many texture and colour options
- Materials/Mod/Copy
After the event you pick the armor and flamberge from FOE Mainstore maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Aii/89/188/1526
and FOE Marketplace marketplace.secondlife.com/en-US/stores/79021
Other Stuff:-
POUT! - Grazed Cheek - Left [Genus] GREEN P
PICASSO HOMME - ADD-ON: Belly Veins (VAMP)
GENUS - ELIOT - Scream - Brows - 2K BOM
Pretty Liars- Back Augmentation [LEVEL 2]
Pretty Liars- Belly Flat [LEVEL 4]
Pretty Liars- Low Back Reduction [LEVEL 4]
Pretty Liars- Pec Enhancer [LEVEL 5] + Push up [LEVEL 6]
Arm length deformer increase +2
GENUS MORPH - Head Preset - Hunter - LINKED
MESHBODY - Legacy (m) Athletic (1.7.1)
Dura - B123-FA :LeLUTKA hair
VELOUR - PICASSO HOMME Skin for Legacy (FIT/SCREAM) Picasso Neck
Gloom - The Beast Collection - Sclera 01 - White M
The pretty coastal village of Mundesley is some seven miles south-east of Cromer on the Norfolk coast. It is within the Norfolk Coast AONB and was mentioned in the Domesday Book of 1086. The beautiful sandy beach, which is overlooked by colourful beach huts, is one of the cleanest around. There are plentiful sands stretching for miles with very little shingle. A few years ago it was voted the Best Blue Flag Beach in Britain.
In WWII the beaches in this part of the country were very heavily mined in order to deter an invasion, and after the war it took many years and cost the lives of a number of bomb disposal experts to make all the beaches safe again. There is a memorial to them on the top of the cliff at Mundesley.
Los últimos rayos de sol tiñen ligeramente de color las nubes sobre el Castro de las Gaviotas.
Un atardecer en los acantilados del Cantábrico.
Panorámica de varias fotos.
The last rays of the sun lightly color the clouds over the Castro de las Gaviotas.
A sunset on the Cantabrian cliffs.
Panoramic of several photos.
No. Definitely not. The gallic wasp with her specific long legs hanging around during flight.
Looks a little bit oversized with the artifical clouds. Without the ivy in the image one might think of the end of the human world. Canons 300L Non-IS in combination with 3 Kenko Extenders on the Sony A7R with Metabones V isn't a perfect choice to track an half inch sized Insect during a flight. This was the best catch I could do.
Barred Owl
The Barred Owl (Strix varia), or Northern Barred Owl, is a true owl native to eastern North America. Adults are large, and are brown to grey with barring on the chest. Barred owls have expanded their range to the west coast of the United States, where they are considered invasive. Mature forests are their preferred habitat, but they are also found in open woodland areas. Their diet consists mainly of small mammals, but they are also known to prey upon other small animals such as reptiles and amphibians.
For more info: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Barred_owl
St George's Hall, Liverpool. illuminated with a Ukrainian flag to show support against the Russian Invasion.
Those pretty purple flowers are a non-native vinca. The deer have managed to keep the patch small, although this year the plant seems to be growing more than usual. Unfortunately they can't seem to keep English Ivy under control. They do like it, but it seems to grow too fast.
This highly invasive and damaging insect — Brown marmorated stink bug (Halyomorpha halys), native to Japan, Korea, Taiwan and China, was accidently introduced to North America in the mid 1990s. It has smooth shoulders (pronotum) and lighter bands on the antennae. A 4-image handheld focus stack.
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"On my way"
TAXI TO NEO JAPAN EVENT
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Credit :
• Hair: -Raven Bell - River Hair
• Outfit : toksik - Invasion Top @NEO JAPAN
• Eyes : Gloom. - Emperor Collection - Fatpack @NEO JAPAN
• Skull : {-Maru Kado-} - Metallic skull minion @NEO JAPAN
*#MOTION *#LiGHTPAINTING *#COLORS *#PHOTOPLUS
_____Lightpainting made in one single exposure_____
___ "Kigam si gnitniapthgiL" // "Lightpainting is magiK" ___
"Lightpainting is magiK"
Been working on this for a while now and finally got it how I liked it. Got the idea of doing this from the collab at BFVA.
This is the picture I based it off of: i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj239/Gunnutz13/avatars/LOGO/...
let me know what you think!
-Masyn
the lethally innocent morning glory and the inescapable sinuous and thorny blackberry lay siege to the resigned rose and the clueless clematis.
How many Mullein moth (Shargacucullia verbasci) caterpillars does it take to eat a Mullein plant? This one has 60 all busily chewing away getting bigger and fatter and leaving LOTS of droppings. An example of "Newton's third law" LOL. Nothing eats the caterpillars.
Best viewed in Large.
Just in case you have forgotten your school physics Newton's 3rd law states "For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction".
the phenomenon whereby certain places of interest are visited by excessive numbers of tourists, causing undesirable effects for the places visited.
Maybe the sleep deprivation was beginning to kick in rather more decisively than I realised as I stood at the edge of the fjord. As I faced across the water, looking up at the mountain beacon that brings so many people to this wild and remote corner of the world, the sky seemed to be filled with strange alien craft, an invasion of cigar shaped forms hovering silently above the unworldly landscape at the edge of the North Atlantic. After nearly thirty-six hours of barely any sleep at all, during which we’d spent about nine of them in the car and three more on the plane, perhaps I was hallucinating. But then again, I reminded myself I was back in Iceland. Everything is different in Iceland. The shapes in the sky weren’t a figment of an insomnia fuelled imagination. Those clouds were real.
This first afternoon, when we made straight for Kirkjufell after checking in and hastily stuffing down a couple of ham and tomato wraps to keep the hunger gremlins at bay, was offering gifts from the very start. After trudging around the marshes to the west, and then stopping at the classic waterfall composition, we turned up our noses at the invitation to part with a thousand krona for the new car park, and instead made for a layby on the road back to Grundarfjörður that we’d spotted earlier. It turned out to be a very useful spot in which to abandon the car because the path back towards the lake and the waterfall area was just long enough to be enjoyable without becoming tiresome. And besides that, there was another big plus as far as I was concerned, and that came in the shape of a third angle from where to train my lens upon the famous landmark in front of me. In fact Kirkjufell itself has the look of some curious intergalactic invader from this position too. Resisting the urge to race back to the apartment and start making sculptures from large mounds of mashed potato, I rubbed my eyes to make sure I hadn’t in fact fallen asleep on that squashed up chair in the main concourse at Luton Airport. Besides which, even potatoes cost a small fortune in Iceland.
While Lee closed his eyes in the passenger seat of the car and tried to reacquaint himself with the concept of shuteye, I set up the tripod low to the water and began to watch as one breezy blast after another chased across its surface, ripples racing over the fjord to create a bowl of textures at my feet. By now, even though I was running on fumes, I barely felt tired at all. Excitement at being back in Iceland was the overriding sensation that kept me clicking away in a contented frenzy, as others arrived to stand and stare a while before moving on. Unlike the waterfall zone, I didn’t have to compete for space or wait my turn to take my shot - I could spread my belongings extravagantly over the small pebbly beach and enjoy the moment. Once I’d finished, I returned to the car, tapped on the window and disturbed the Sleeping Beauty, telling him I was going to walk along the path back towards the lake. A grunt of acknowledgement came from the other side of the window and his eyes closed over again. Who needs sleep when the soul is thirsting for brand new compositions in the ultimate tog’s playground?
It was another edit that seemed to be an awful struggle at first. The only thing I was certain of was that we were again in monochrome territory, as there was barely a hint of colour anywhere, apart from a strangle bluish tint to those extraterrestrial clouds. The shadows were proving to be a particularly challenging aspect of what had been a lively old dynamic range. Quite often I might be quite happy to work with a silhouette in a situation like this, but I wanted something of those lumps, bumps and distinctive layers towards the summit. For a long time I felt as if I wasn’t getting anywhere at all, but those clouds were so extraordinary that I refused to concede and consign the exercise to the bin. Finally the crop tool came to the rescue. I then agonised over whether to go with the thirty-five millimetre image of Kirkjufell alone, or the wider one that brought in the land from the left on the other side of the road and delivered added context. Ultimately a tiny white speck, barely visible on the road between the land masses made the decision to go with the wide option for me. Can you see it? In a sense it doesn’t matter, because I know it’s there - a car with its headlights on, heading towards town and bringing scale to this extraordinary landscape. And above, dead centre in the sky the mother ship makes a flamboyant swirl towards the earth, as if it might just start to hoover up the mountains one by one.
There’s the imagination running riot again. But then again, anything seems possible in a place like this, either with or without sleep.
Though common and invasive, the orange daylily still strikes me. After Googling them I was surprised to learn from one site that they're "almost fully edible," which led me to wonder what that means. After all, a blowfish is almost fully edible. Obviously more Googling is required before taking the plunge, but the site did say the bulbs can be baked and eaten like a potato.
I recently updated my Nik software and stumbled across two filters in Color Efex Pro—Duplex and Classical Soft Focus—that I thought worked well here. I waffle on the use of frames, but thought it made the image pop a bit more too. Hence, gilding the daylily ;-)
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