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PART 1: Even with all the hoopla of being spied on and making front page news, Professor Vata nevertheless continued with his obsession. And just what was it? It was nothing less than Time Travel!
But the story goes deeper than that.
There is an agenda here concerning a certain Doctor [or maybe two].
And an unsolved suicide.
During an electrical storm, back in 1933, the air hums and crackles as the shape of Professor Vata solidifies in a forgotten alley. The transporter, that enabled him to bridge the decades, glows and pulsates as it re-knits the tear in time it had created. After getting his bearings, Vata resets the device to take him back within an hour.
The stage is set.
Abraham "Bram" Stoker (8 November 1847 – 20 April 1912) was an Irish author, best known today for his 1897 Gothic novel, Dracula. During his lifetime, he was better known as the personal assistant of actor Henry Irving and business manager of the Lyceum Theatre in London, which Irving owned.
Arise! Awake! A mist descends upon the city streets. Sounds pulsate beneath our feet. The sky shudders as Macnas spirits are unleashed by Twilight.
Come out and celebrate with Danu, Goddess of the Divine and Dark: brutal and beautiful, warrior and mother, hallowed and holy, she protects and provokes, takes flight and goes underground.
Mummers and drummers follow and seek. Demons and angels love and loathe, the dead dance and the living transform. Men become gods, fools become Kings, souls are sanctified, reptiles are rarefied and the city streets transform as the journey unfolds.
Bram Stoker Festival are delighted to once again welcome Macnas to Dublin for a city-wide procession to launch the city into Samhain [Halloween].
The brilliant, blue glow of young stars traces the graceful spiral arms of galaxy NGC 5584 in this image from Hubble’s Wide Field Camera 3. Thin, dark dust lanes appear to be flowing from the yellowish core, where older stars reside. The reddish dots sprinkled throughout the image are largely background galaxies.
Among the galaxy's myriad stars are pulsating stars called Cepheid variables and one recent Type Ia supernova, a special class of exploding stars.
Cepheid variables pulsate at a rate matched closely by their intrinsic brightness, making them ideal for measuring distances to relatively nearby galaxies. Type Ia supernovas likewise flare with an intrinsic brightness that is known, though much greater, permitting their use to help gauge larger distances.
Astronomers search for Type Ia supernovas in nearby galaxies containing Cepheid variables so they can identify the true brightness of both types of stars. They then use that information when viewing Type Ia supernovas in far-flung galaxies to estimate their distance from Earth.
For more information, visit: hubblesite.org/image/2824/category/112-hubble-heritage
Credit: NASA, ESA, A. Riess (STScI/JHU), L. Macri (Texas A&M University), and the Hubble Heritage Team (STScI/AURA)
!!! PREMIERE !!!
Are you ready to dive into a world full of pulsating beats and dazzling lights? Next Saturday at ✰MORGENSTERN✰, our premiere of
♪✰♪ EDM MIX - RHYTHM & LIGHTS ♪✰♪
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➩ Saturday, May 31 - 11:30 AM SLT
The Mursi people of Ethiopia’s Omo Valley have been called “one of the most fascinating tribes in Africa.”
We’d only been in the village just over two hours, and it was still mid-morning. But the sun was high: pulsating light and radiating heat. Following the men to the cattle pens made for a nice diversion, even though I felt anticipatory dread over what was to come.
First, a cow who hasn’t been bled recently must be caught and restrained. Then the bowman palpates an artery on the cows neck for piercing. The spurting fresh blood is caught in a gourd before the hole in the neck is plugged and the blood is drunk by the participants.
The cattle must be used to this treatment – once let loose, they are unfazed.
For the story, please visit: www.ursulasweeklywanders.com/culture/men-of-the-mursi-mor...
I have decided to develop the project “Through the light” to show how is living in Palermo. The city despite the diverse mixture of cultures has retained most of its original identity. Art and history are some important elements of daily palermitan life. Walking in the evening in our historical centre, which is the heart of the city, you can see many areas that are colored by typical corner markets such as Ballarò, il Capo and Vucciria that represent the ancient city’s pulsating core, tied to the scents and traditions of this city. Past and present exist together and give a unique scenery in many interesting places. I tried to “open a window” on some degraded areas to redeem the image of a city, which needs to look for a way back into the sun.
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Der historische Ortskern erstreckt sich um den normannischen Dom, der zugleich die bedeutendste Sehenswürdigkeit der Stadt ist. Die Kathedrale Santissimo Salvatore liegt an der Piazza Duomo, um die tagsüber und nachts das Leben pulsiert. Die Piazza ist nämlich ein beliebter Treffpunkt für Jung und Alt, wo man sich in einem Restaurant oder Café hinsetzten und sizilianisches Ambiente schlicht genießen kann. In den schmalen Gassen abseits des Platzes sind auch ganz lauschige und ruhige Ecken zu finden.
Der Strand von Cefalu ist einer der schönsten auf Sizilien.
The historic center of the town is centered around the Norman Cathedral, which is also the most important landmark of the town. The Cathedral of Santissimo Salvatore is located in Piazza Duomo, around which life pulsates during the day and at night. In fact, the piazza is a popular meeting place for young and old, where you can sit down in a restaurant or café and simply enjoy Sicilian ambience. In the narrow streets away from the square you can also find quite secluded and quiet corners.
The beach of Cefalu is one of the most beautiful in Sicily.
The Pulsar EXA was known in North America as the Pulsar NX and shared many of its parts with the Nissan Pulsar. This version of the Pulsar NX was available from 1983 to 1986 and came with either the fuel injected turbocharged E15ET engine or the carburetted naturally aspirated E16S engine. The Pulsar EXA followed a successful strategy Nissan used in Japan of offering the economical Nissan Sunny in an affordable, youth-oriented two-door coupe, demonstrated by the Nissan Sunny Coupe fastback, which was offered since the Sunny's introduction in 1966. As the Pulsar was a companion to the Nissan Sunny, but offered at a different Japanese Nissan dealership called Nissan Cherry Store, the Pulsar EXA followed in the tradition of the Sunny Coupe.
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This Lego miniland-scale Nissan Pulsar EXA Turbo N12 has been created for Flickr LUGNuts' 104th Build Challenge, titled - 'The Science of it All!' - a challenge for any vehicle with a science theme.
The model name 'Pulsar' is an astronomical term. A pulsar (short for pulsating radio star) is a highly magnetized, rotating neutron star that emits a beam of electromagnetic radiation. This radiation can be observed only when the beam of emission is pointing toward Earth (much the way a lighthouse can be seen only when the light is pointed in the direction of an observer), and is responsible for the pulsed appearance of emission. Neutron stars are very dense, and have short, regular rotational periods. This produces a very precise interval between pulses that range roughly from milliseconds to seconds for an individual pulsar. Pulsars are believed to be one of the candidates of high and ultra-high energy astroparticles (see also Centrifugal mechanism of acceleration).
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“A Little Tale”…
Many people think making the choice to become a vampire is an easy one. But, many times, no choice is involved at all. If one’s blood is sucked by a vampire, not until total death, as we know it, but rather to the very edge of complete death, well, then, that person is caught between dead and undead and becomes a vampire.
The life of a vampire must be a difficult one for those who did not chose such a life. Imagine being forced to forsake the daylight and the warmth of the afternoon sun? Imagine having to spend eternity in the darkness of the night always on the hunt for human prey to satisfy your constant craving for human or any blood? Imagine sleeping in your own coffin?
Fear must be a constant companion for these vampires. They must worry whether they will be able to find fresh blood to stop that pulsating and throbbing in their heads and the twisting of hunger and longing in their stomachs. And… will you find fresh blood before daylight? Imagine being tied, so to speak, to your coffin? What if there is a fire or some other situation that destroys your refuge or separates you from it? And, if you have not chosen to be a vampire, but made so against your will, imagine your horror at the life you are now destined to lead?
Plus, you are alone. You no longer have the family you had when truly alive. And, you are no longer a part of your circle of friends. They are all lost to you forever. You are completely and utterly alone in the darkness of the night having to spend eternity with the undead; killing humans, something you yourself once were and still consider yourself to be; and then sleeping in a box of wood made for the dead.
Then, there are those vampires who make the conscious choice to become a vampire. Not only do they enjoy the hunt, but they desire immortality at all costs. To them, the night is beautiful, quiet, and the moon, in each of its phases during the Wheel of the Year, is enticing and mesmerizing. It awakens the primal urges inside of them that were asleep for so many years and they can, with no consequences, give into all those urges. The night sky, with or without stars, black and empty or filled with clouds is like a canvas and they are a part of that beautiful dark base painting.
For these, they anticipate the hunt and find pleasure in choosing their prey from which they slowly suck and savor its life’s blood. For the slower a vampire feeds, the sweeter and warmer the blood and the more satiated he feels. And when his prey is emptied and falls limp from his deadly embrace, he is filled with life, energy, indescribable joy, and a feeling of great power. He can, after all, decide who lives and who dies and he can take a life or save one. He must feel like a god. Yes, a god of evil and darkness, but a god nonetheless.
This particular vampire enjoys entertaining his victims before he sucks their blood. For those he does not kill but rather makes into vampires, he is a gracious host and serves them plasma and fingers cut from past victims, which he keeps frozen so they retain their freshness.
The new vampire, confused and hungry, joins him in drinking the fresh blood from the vampire’s earlier kill and nibbles on the fingers as his thought race and he tries to suppress the mounting panic.
Life is funny. Some people get to chose their destinies and enjoy and savor its consequences while others have one forced upon them and they must make the best of a life they never even considered. It gives one pause as to why that is. Some live with the hand they are dealt and others deal.
~ Marsha J. West, Author of this original “A Little Tale”
This is my original story/tale and my property, as are my creations, and the photos of them. It is not to be copied, stolen, plagiarized, reprinted or used in any medium.
Milton H. Gropper - Passion is a Gentle Whip
Travellers Pocket Library 100, 1949
Cover Artist: unknown
"Their unreserved abandon in their many amorous interludes, as portrayed by an author well-known for his rabelaisian writing, makes 'Passion is a Gentle Whip' a vivid, pulsating, starkly naked drama."
Description: Powwows are large social gatherings of Native Americans who follow traditional dances started centuries ago by their ancestors, and which continually evolve to include contemporary aspects. These events of drum music, dancing, singing, artistry and food, are attended by Natives and non-Natives, all of whom join in the dancing and take advantage of the opportunity to see old friends and teach the traditional ways to a younger generation. During the National Powwow, the audience see dancers in full regalia compete in several dance categories, including Men and Women's Golden Age (ages 50 and older); Men's Fancy Dance, Grass and Traditional (Northern and Southern); Women's Jingle Dress, Fancy Shawl, and Traditional (Northern and Southern); Teens (13-17); Juniors (6-12) and Tiny Tots (ages 5 and younger). The drum groups are the heart of all powwows and provide the pulsating and thunderous beats that accompany a dancer's every movement. The powwow is led by three "host drums" that showcase three distinct styles of singing (Northern, Southern and contemporary) and represent the best examples of each style. The drum contest highlights groups of 10 to 12 members each, and they sing traditional family songs that are passed down orally from one generation to the next. The National Museum of the American Indian sponsored the National Powwow in 2002, 2005, and 2007 as a way of presenting to the public the diversity and social traditions of contemporary Native cultures.
Creator/Photographer: Walter Larrimore
Medium: Digital photograph
Culture: American Indian
Geography: USA
Date: 2005
Repository: National Museum of the American Indian
Accession number: 081405WLPOWWOW276
Description: Powwows are large social gatherings of Native Americans who follow traditional dances started centuries ago by their ancestors, and which continually evolve to include contemporary aspects. These events of drum music, dancing, singing, artistry and food, are attended by Natives and non-Natives, all of whom join in the dancing and take advantage of the opportunity to see old friends and teach the traditional ways to a younger generation. During the National Powwow, the audience see dancers in full regalia compete in several dance categories, including Men and Women's Golden Age (ages 50 and older); Men's Fancy Dance, Grass and Traditional (Northern and Southern); Women's Jingle Dress, Fancy Shawl, and Traditional (Northern and Southern); Teens (13-17); Juniors (6-12) and Tiny Tots (ages 5 and younger). The drum groups are the heart of all powwows and provide the pulsating and thunderous beats that accompany a dancer's every movement. The powwow is led by three "host drums" that showcase three distinct styles of singing (Northern, Southern and contemporary) and represent the best examples of each style. The drum contest highlights groups of 10 to 12 members each, and they sing traditional family songs that are passed down orally from one generation to the next. The National Museum of the American Indian sponsored the National Powwow in 2002, 2005, and 2007 as a way of presenting to the public the diversity and social traditions of contemporary Native cultures.
Creator/Photographer: Cynthia Frankenburg
Medium: Digital photograph
Culture: American Indian
Geography: USA
Date: 2007
Repository: National Museum of the American Indian
Accession number: 20070812_01a_csf_ps_245
The great all-sky aurora of the night of May 27/28, 2017, shot from home in southern Alberta looking north toward the auroral oval. The brightest curtain is fringed with pink from glowing nitrogen. Above, the aurora is exhibiting a typical post-substorm patchiness and pulsating, with patches of green ad blue covering the sky. With the oncoming morning twilight, the sky and aurora is beginning to look more blue. The Big Dipper is at left. Notice the sharp-edged dark bands at upper right. Dark aurora?
This is a stack of 8 exposures for the ground to smooth noise, and one exposure for the sky, all 1.6-second exposures at f/2.8 with the 12mm Rokinon full-frame fish-eye lens and Nikon D750 at ISO 3200. Shot as part of a time-lapse sequence.
Inspired by Ce Roser's "Solar Talent"
18"x24" acrylic
I wanted to play off the vibrancy of "Solar Talent" and emulate the illusion that the painting was in fact a solar flare, pulsating, twisting, and curving with an incessant energy. In a lot of ways, such vibrancy resonates with that of my little cousin, depicted in my painting. Always smiling and always dancing, I can only hope that I was able to capture her spirit- in all it's radiant, truly "solar" ebullience- in this piece.
Welcome to the irish heart of amsterdam
Right in the pulsating heart of Amsterdam, directly on the bustling Leidseplein, Hoopman Irish pub welcomes you with open arms. This establishment exudes the charm of a traditional Irish pub, blended with the excitement of a modern sports bar. While you savor the finest Irish beer, fresh from the tap, you can catch the latest sports matches alongside fellow enthusiasts. The warm wooden interior, the sounds of authentic Irish tunes, and the conviviality of engaging conversations complete your visit. At Café Hoopman on Leidseplein, we toast to memorable moments!
Abraham "Bram" Stoker (8 November 1847 – 20 April 1912) was an Irish author, best known today for his 1897 Gothic novel, Dracula. During his lifetime, he was better known as the personal assistant of actor Henry Irving and business manager of the Lyceum Theatre in London, which Irving owned.
Arise! Awake! A mist descends upon the city streets. Sounds pulsate beneath our feet. The sky shudders as Macnas spirits are unleashed by Twilight.
Come out and celebrate with Danu, Goddess of the Divine and Dark: brutal and beautiful, warrior and mother, hallowed and holy, she protects and provokes, takes flight and goes underground.
Mummers and drummers follow and seek. Demons and angels love and loathe, the dead dance and the living transform. Men become gods, fools become Kings, souls are sanctified, reptiles are rarefied and the city streets transform as the journey unfolds.
Bram Stoker Festival are delighted to once again welcome Macnas to Dublin for a city-wide procession to launch the city into Samhain [Halloween].
The scene is the Stromlo pine forest, near Canberra, 1971. I am two or three years old, carrying my father’s fishing net and billy-can. The inscription on the back of the photograph says “Giles on a fishing trip in pine forests near home in Weston, A.C.T.”, but there were no fishing trips, in the normal sense of the word, in our family at that time. (Later, when I was twelve or thirteen, I had my own brief fishing craze. I would go down to the local dam to catch carp for feeding my captive kookaburras, but the kookaburras rapidly lost the taste for carp, and the phase ended.) The billy can and the net had more important purposes. Sometimes, they were used to catch live food: Daphnia, or water-fleas, for my father’s tropical fish. Occasionally, they were taken on yabbying expeditions, and the fresh-water crayfish would brandish their claws at my little fingers as they plopped into the bottom of the billy. More than once, they were used for catching Gambusias, small, introduced, live-bearing fish the size of guppies. I kept these in fish-tanks of my own, because they were easier to keep than the tropicals, since they did not require heated water. Once, I made the mistake of combining them with tadpoles, and the Gambusias, pihrana-like, swept about mutilating the tadpoles’ tails, leaving them bobbing rudderless on the surface. We had a separate billy-can for brewing the tea when camping; this one was solely reserved for water creatures, not because of any fastidiousness, but because my father feared that the detergent used to clean the tea-billy might be injurious the fish.
The little brown corduroy bag around my waist was hand-made by my mother, perhaps on the old treadle Singer machine which she always preferred to her modern electrical one. Ever since, I have always needed bags and pockets, and these became the defining feature of my first fantasy character, Hingefinkle, whose cloak was covered with pockets containing a dizzying array of specimens and apparatus. No doubt my own bag was soon to be filled with Cicada nymphs, gum-moth pupae, and the goggle-eyed cones of Casuarinas.
The pine forest was filled with the introduced conifer, Pinus radiata, which provided a building material and a source of pulp for paper, but which subsequently proved to be an entirely inappropriate crop. Bushfires consumed the plantations, and the turpentine in the pine-needles contributed to the firestorms which engulfed suburban dwellings in Weston Creek. I was in Durham, U.K., by then: exiled, prematurely old, licking wounds, and I read of the fires with rising horror, and thought, somehow, of those tadpoles.
The bridge crosses the river where we used to look for tennis balls, washed down from a tennis court upstream. Somewhere near the bridge, there was a cattle grid, and when I squatted, bare knees about my head, to look within, a bright green frog looked up at me, imitating my pose.
I still recognise myself in the picture. I am still this boy when the survival instinct kicks in with all its blessed forgetfulness, and those wounds are temporarily forgotten. Robert Frost speaks of a similar happy regression, “…when I am weary of considerations,/ And life is too much like a pathless wood/ Where your face burns and tickles with the cobwebs/ Broken across it, and one eye is weeping/ From a twig’s having lashed across it open.” He dreams of climbing a birch tree and swinging its branches, as he did when he was a boy. The net and the billy have given way to a camera and a pencil, but when the muse calls I may still turn, half-way across the bridge, my mouth in the middle of saying something, the joy of the unsoiled moment flashing in my squinting eyes.
*
A thick haze of mist swirled over the surface of the pond, and whirled in eddies as my father poised the net. The look of anticipation in his eyes was enough to make me tremble from head to toe. Suddenly, decisively, he plunged it into the water, and a moment later, it came up dripping and bulging. A frond of waterweed slimed slowly down the outside of the net as the water sluiced through the fine mesh. Beneath the surface of the pond, mud-clouds blossomed.
He was peering into the net now, pond-water cascading over his hands, motioning for me to come closer. I craned my neck to look inside, and yelped with surprise and delight. A stalk-eyed yabby gazed up at me, its claws waving ineffectually, and unafraid of the pincers, my father reached into the net and pulled the creature out, deftly grasping it by the thorax. It flicked its articulated tail frantically, and the claws gnashed like crocodile jaws as he held it before my delighted eyes, before tossing it into a billy can, half full of green water. With a mysterious smile, my father dangled the inverted net inside the can, snapped shut the lid, and together we wandered back home through the mist, the dew soaking into our shoes.
*
The tiny heart was beating beneath my gaze, as the creature threshed its twiggy appendages. Its eye was black and deep, and I thought I detected a look of desperation deep within it. I clapped my eye harder to the eyepiece, and my father’s hand guided mine to the focus knob of the microscope. He showed me how to fine-tune the focus until every bristle seemed a mighty spike, and every internal organ in the creature’s transparent body could be seen to writhe and pulsate. I was mesmerized.
“Daphnia,” he said quietly. “A water-flea.” And then he was silent, and I knew he was savouring the moment, watching with his own calm delight as a child of three discovered a whole new world in a drop of water. As the days passed, he taught me about them all: the strange Paramecium who wandered this way and that, like a lost torpedo, guided by a thousand tiny cilia; the grotesque Amoeba who swallowed other creatures whole with a bulge of its body, engulfing them in slime; and the strange, stalked Vorticella, their mouths shaped like plumbers’ plungers, gaping for food. For weeks, my whole life seemed absorbed by this world in miniature, and populated by its unearthly monsters. My father’s hand held mine as we drew them in pencil: a father and his son, both filled with the wonder of discovery, as if we were the first scientists in the world.
Photograph by Leslie Watson, 1971.
Bembix sp.
A scene of the digging.
In this photo, the fore-legs doing the digging are conspicuous. They are no ordinary legs; bow-shaped, well-segmented. They appear very functional for the job. The fine sand is easier to work. The workaholic of a wasp takes on the larger grains (like the one right behind it in the photo) singly, hauls them out of the way and the resumes digging. When it is at rest, its banded abdomen can be seen pulsating. The entire exercise can be compared to canines digging up for burrowed prey, except for the part where the digger goes underground for several minutes, reappears and then scatters the dug up sand over the burrow. The covering up is the part I caught on video.
Der historische Ortskern erstreckt sich um den normannischen Dom, der zugleich die bedeutendste Sehenswürdigkeit der Stadt ist. Die Kathedrale Santissimo Salvatore liegt an der Piazza Duomo, um die tagsüber und nachts das Leben pulsiert. Die Piazza ist nämlich ein beliebter Treffpunkt für Jung und Alt, wo man sich in einem Restaurant oder Café hinsetzten und sizilianisches Ambiente schlicht genießen kann. In den schmalen Gassen abseits des Platzes sind auch ganz lauschige und ruhige Ecken zu finden.
Der Strand von Cefalu ist einer der schönsten auf Sizilien.
The historic center of the town is centered around the Norman Cathedral, which is also the most important landmark of the town. The Cathedral of Santissimo Salvatore is located in Piazza Duomo, around which life pulsates during the day and at night. In fact, the piazza is a popular meeting place for young and old, where you can sit down in a restaurant or café and simply enjoy Sicilian ambience. In the narrow streets away from the square you can also find quite secluded and quiet corners.
The beach of Cefalu is one of the most beautiful in Sicily.
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Ashemi, Azure Star (122, 101, 27) - Moderate
Chill out in a colourful garden, situated right in the middle of the pulsating city. Many peaceful spots to enjoy and relax with friends. City, garden, colours, gallery, flowers, asian, lights, chill, romantic, love, pictures, photo, landscape, art
Time-lapse of approximately 10 hours compressed into 1:21 seconds. One frame every 30 seconds and most frames were exposed about that long too. 15frames/second ~1220 frames. Temperature -36c/-33f using Grabber adhesive toe warmers on the timer and Grabber adhesive body warmers and hand warmers in a soft modified cooler bag and an AC power adapter for the camera. Taken on Sep 26-27 11 during the maximum of a forcasted geomagnetic storm with an earth directed coronal mass ejection from our favorite star... the sun. Jupiter is seen crossing the sky near the end and is the last visible light in the sky. That dang ;) red light is a beacon on top of a 50m tower. The building is our Mobile Science facility housing a number of instruments including the two lidars pulsing through what I believe is intermittent fog. Planes and/or satellites zoom overhead. You can see Brad checking the equipment in a few of the frames at the end of the time-lapse. Summit Station, Greenland... top of the ice sheet.
Enjoy the show!
Taken last spring. The folds in the ribbon on the right were pulsating and move up kind of like a sine wave. This year just hasn't had as many aurora's to inspire me to go out on a cold spring nite.
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Em's eyes have been really low-res for a loooong time and I've wanted to make new one's ofr a while but never got around to it because I had better things to do.
The new eyes still do the glowing/pulsating thing (example: i.imgur.com/hbv3XpC.jpg) but there's also a cubemap on them now so there's nice and shiny. And the obvious new higher-resolution textures.
One of the most beautiful jellyfish of the Mediterranean Sea. The umbrella can measure 30 cm in diameter, it is very rigid and roundish in its centre, where it has a reddish or yellow color. The external part of the manubrium is motile and pulsates vigorously. Under the umbrella, the manubrium resembles a bouquet of flowers, with blue-purple buttons, inserted into stout arms. Some tentacles, also terminating with blue buttons, are inserted on the manubrium.
Cotylorhiza can have symbiotic microalgae that live in its tissues, just as those of tropical corals. Functionally it is a “plant”, even if it can feed on zooplankton.
Done in Ai, Finalized in Photoshop
The Throne Series
From a throne sculpted in abyssal stone and adorned with runes lost to time, the Voidheart King watches in silence — the embodiment of domination, decay, and arcane eternity. His skin is a deep, cursed violet, etched with scars of old pacts and long-extinguished stars. Massive, twisted horns arc upward like blackened spears, framing a skeletal face with eyes that burn with molten rage and immortal hatred.
At the center of his chest, encased in obsidian filigree, a luminous heart-shaped crystal glows with raw, pulsating void energy — the last remnant of a shattered realm, bound to his soul and thirsting for collapse. His armor is intricate and spined, forged in the heart of a dead star, with deep grooves and infernal patterns radiating subtle power.
Clawed hands rest on the arms of the throne, fingers adorned with rings of ancient metals, each a trophy from a fallen god. Around him, violet mist coils like sentient shadow, and the air crackles with silent screams.
He does not speak.
He does not move.
The cosmos bends in his presence.
He is the end between endings —
the King of the Voidheart.
A dusty reflection nebula around the Cepheid variable star RS Puppis. Cepheid variables are very useful to astronomers as they pulsate at regular frequencies. By measuring this pulsation astronomers can accurately deduce the distance to the variable star and the surrounding cluster or galaxy it happens to reside in.
RS Puppis happens to be especially useful due to the reflection nebula surrounding it. As the star pulsates over its 41.5 day period, it changes in brightness. This change in brightness is reflected in the surrounding nebula as "light echoes". By measuring the time it takes the light echoes (highlighted in blue in this image) to propagate through the nebula and knowing the speed of light, the distance to RS Puppis can be found through purely geometrical analysis. By knowing the true geometrical distance to RS Pup, astronomers can better understand Cepheid variables and use that knowledge to make more accurate estimates for the distances to Cepheids in distant nebulae and galaxies.
Processing Notes:
Image is a false-color bicolor composite of Blue (B) and Visible (V) filter images taken by the Hubble Space Telescope's Advanced Camera for Surveys instrument in 2010. For this image I experimented with a new way to do bicolor, using a method devised by amateur astronomer Steve Cannistra. It definitely produced some interesting results and it gave me the color seperation between the light echoes and the reflection nebula I was looking for. Spent longer on cleanup than usual. Lots of cosmic rays and CCD charge bleeds to clean up. Not perfect but much more presentable than the raw product.
Filters Used:
B: ACS/WFC - F435W
V: ACS/WFC - F606W
North is up.
Credit: NASA/ESA/STScI/Demeter Alexandria
Proposal: Bond, Howard
More Information:
"The Luminous Galactic Cepheid RS Puppis: A Geometric Distance from its Nested Light Echoes"
archive.stsci.edu/proposal_search.php?id=11715&missio...
'The long-period Galactic Cepheid RS Puppis III. A geometric distance from HST polarimetric imaging of its light echoes"
2017 marks the 39th annual Carnaval San Francisco parade and festival. The Mission District transforms into an enormous celebration pulsating with dancing, drumming, live music, brilliant costumes and delicious food. The annual event attracts more than 400,000 people who come to enjoy the revelry and soak up the pageant of color and culture.
Actually, this is just marrying real living and photography.
The shot was perfect, leading lines, contrasts, colours, and the best part, this is real live, by the moment. There is no substitute for pulsating blood.
n the heart of November, as winter's darkness begins to envelop the land, there is a place where the summer's glow never fades. In a closed, warm space, she gently turns up her headphones and steps into a musical labyrinth created by the latest tracks from Burning Man 2023. She closes her eyes and lets herself be carried away by the pulsating rhythms and fluid tones, reminiscent of the unforgettable festival in the Nevada desert.
Here, in the glow of a dim, soft lamp, she is away from the cold, dark world outside. Her feet move in time with the music, and she feels connected to the vast landscapes and colorful characters from Burning Man. It's an inner journey, a tribute to camaraderie, and the power of music to create warmth in the midst of winter's chill.
In this moment, her world is filled with light and sound, as if summer never left her. She dances as if no one is watching, letting the music transport her back to the moments shared with friends under the stars in the Nevada desert. It's the dance of darkness, a way to preserve the magic of summer in the heart of winter.
In winter's embrace, she dances alone,
With Burning Man's echoes in her headphones known.
Memories of summer, still vivid and clear,
In closed spaces, where the heart finds its frontier.
Her feet follow the rhythm, just like before,
In the embrace of music, summer's reborn once more.
LC Verse Kid-Spider
Issue#12 "Intruder"
The alarm blares loudly throughout S.H.I.E.L.D. HQ. "Agh shut up!" Red hisses angrily into my ear. "I feel that kind of noise is rather obnoxious." Black mutters into my other ear, turns out my suit hates loud noises and never knows when to shut up. "HOSTILES LOCATED IN SECTOR4" the automated voice booms whilst I sprint towards the danger seeing Sandthing lumber his way down the corridor. Damn I remember this thing on the news, Spider-Man and his team beat it by forcing it into the water at the beach. "There's none here though so how can I stop it?" I ask myself swinging along behind it as it stomps through the corridors "It's going somewhere." Black whispers into my ear. "Just kill it!" Red hisses angrily "How?! It's freaking made of sand!" I retort swing kicking into its back, my legs imbed inside it holding me in place. "Uh oh." I mutter trying to squirming free landing on the floor. "So much for that(!)" I mumble firing my webbing at its feet, the sand granules morph through it as it continues its journey. "Where's it going?" I question, that's when it smashes through the steel wall and I see the prison cells through it.
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"It's going to bust out the prisoners!" Red roars into my ear making my eyes widen in shock. I think of the structure of the creature, "It's made of sand granules which seem linked together maybe I can cause a shift between the molecules causing it to break apart?" I ask seeing it jump over the rails onto the floor below grunting in a distorted tone. "I have an idea! Let's try and do that Spider Bite thing, remember what we did to Juggersite?" I say leaping off the rail onto the creature who comes to a halt smashing its fist into the door of a cell causing it to cave in. I feel my fingertips tingle and energy course through my veins making me shudder, I close my eyes tight digging my fingers into the neck of Sandthing who I hear rip the door off its hinges. My hands begin to shake with energy followed by a bursting sensation on my palms like popping a water balloon, I open my eyes wide falling through the body of the creature as it sinks down into a large pile of sand on the ground. "It worked!" I beam seeing the sand pile gently pulsating ike a heartbeat. I weakly get to my feet catching my breath leaning against the wall, I look around and frown realising the cell is empty but there's signs of a previous inmates meal on the bed. I walk up to the caved in door lifting it up. There a sign of the inmates name marked in bold lettering reads, EDDIE BROCK, AKA VENOM.
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In the "Harmony of Abstraction" series, the innovative digital artist Adrian Clarke reinterprets Vasily Kandinsky's groundbreaking approach to abstract art. Clarke views art as a symphony of colors and shapes that resonate with the viewer's inner emotions and thoughts. His work pays homage to Kandinsky's ability to compose images that capture the essence of music and transform it into a visual form. With a modern twist, Clarke introduces AI into the equation, allowing algorithms to harmonize with human intuition to create works pulsating with life and dynamism.
Poem:
Upon the digital stage, a vision casts,
A myriad of colors, contrasts.
Shapes that sing a silent song,
A visual symphony, bold and strong.
AI's hand, guided by past muse,
Kandinsky's echoes, in pixels fuse.
Abstract forms in vibrant play,
Compose the heart's unspoken ballet.
In virtual spaces, art is born,
From binary depths, a new dawn.
Each stroke, a note in a grander scheme,
A canvas that holds the digital dream.
Haiku:
Shapes and hues entwine,
A digital dance divine,
Art's new frontier shines.
These works celebrate the past and probe into the future, exploring and blurring the boundaries between traditional art and new technology.
Description: Powwows are large social gatherings of Native Americans who follow traditional dances started centuries ago by their ancestors, and which continually evolve to include contemporary aspects. These events of drum music, dancing, singing, artistry and food, are attended by Natives and non-Natives, all of whom join in the dancing and take advantage of the opportunity to see old friends and teach the traditional ways to a younger generation. During the National Powwow, the audience see dancers in full regalia compete in several dance categories, including Men and Women's Golden Age (ages 50 and older); Men's Fancy Dance, Grass and Traditional (Northern and Southern); Women's Jingle Dress, Fancy Shawl, and Traditional (Northern and Southern); Teens (13-17); Juniors (6-12) and Tiny Tots (ages 5 and younger). The drum groups are the heart of all powwows and provide the pulsating and thunderous beats that accompany a dancer's every movement. The powwow is led by three "host drums" that showcase three distinct styles of singing (Northern, Southern and contemporary) and represent the best examples of each style. The drum contest highlights groups of 10 to 12 members each, and they sing traditional family songs that are passed down orally from one generation to the next. The National Museum of the American Indian sponsored the National Powwow in 2002, 2005, and 2007 as a way of presenting to the public the diversity and social traditions of contemporary Native cultures.
Creator/Photographer: Katherine Fogden
Medium: Digital photograph
Culture: American Indian
Geography: USA
Date: 2005
Repository: National Museum of the American Indian
Accession number: 081305KFPWd146
To be under a scintillating northern light sky is a major goose bump experience for sure. The air is chillingly cold, there ain't anyone around & the surroundings are literally electric. The sky glows an eerie emerald green & red, thanks to the trillions of electrons being exchanged between the Oxygen & Nitrogen molecules of the stratosphere. The Aurora pulsates, moves along with the unseen salvo of solar photons. The far away village light lits the horizon in it's own tungsten yellow haze. You strain your neck with spondylosis inviting contortions, to gaze with your mouth agape at the absolutely mesmerizing natural wonder above your head.
Aurora Borealis, is one natural phenomena that makes you believe in Astronomy, rather than astrology!
The Mursi people of Ethiopia’s Omo Valley have been called “one of the most fascinating tribes in Africa.”
We’d only been in the village just over two hours, and it was still mid-morning. But the sun was high: pulsating light and radiating heat. Following the men to the cattle pens made for a nice diversion, even though I felt anticipatory dread over what was to come.
First, a cow who hasn’t been bled recently must be caught and restrained. Then the bowman palpates an artery on the cows neck for piercing. The spurting fresh blood is caught in a gourd before the hole in the neck is plugged and the blood is drunk by the participants.
The cattle must be used to this treatment – once let loose, they are unfazed.
For the story, please visit: www.ursulasweeklywanders.com/culture/men-of-the-mursi-mor...
Abraham "Bram" Stoker (8 November 1847 – 20 April 1912) was an Irish author, best known today for his 1897 Gothic novel, Dracula. During his lifetime, he was better known as the personal assistant of actor Henry Irving and business manager of the Lyceum Theatre in London, which Irving owned.
Arise! Awake! A mist descends upon the city streets. Sounds pulsate beneath our feet. The sky shudders as Macnas spirits are unleashed by Twilight.
Come out and celebrate with Danu, Goddess of the Divine and Dark: brutal and beautiful, warrior and mother, hallowed and holy, she protects and provokes, takes flight and goes underground.
Mummers and drummers follow and seek. Demons and angels love and loathe, the dead dance and the living transform. Men become gods, fools become Kings, souls are sanctified, reptiles are rarefied and the city streets transform as the journey unfolds.
Bram Stoker Festival are delighted to once again welcome Macnas to Dublin for a city-wide procession to launch the city into Samhain [Halloween].
I am feeling much better than I did yesterday , but I still have this fuckin annoying pain , not deep and sharp pain like yesterday , but the kind that makes your head go tick tack tick tack . . .
Yeah is so fuckin annoying , is like this pulsating heartbeat , but on your head , not cool @ all
I wasn't gonna go out today , but I figure you have to play through pain in order to win , so I went to my Son gym and even hit the bags for a while , then I went out only to find out I couldn't even focus right , this fuckin Pain , the back of my neck started hurting too
So on my way home from the Gym I saw this spot and stopped and took this stupid photo , I know . . . but I swear it's the best I could do , based on how I feel , hope to feel better tomorrow
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Strobist info :
SB600 1/4 naked , 3ft high , pointing directly to subject back , subject 12 ó clock
SB600 1/4 , full CTO , Apollo Softbox 6ft from subject (camera left) , 6ft high , subject 7 ó clock
SB800 1/2 Half CTO , Beauty dish 16" , 6ft from subject (camera left) 7ft high , subject 9 ó clock
Sigma 18-50mm f/2.8 @ 26mm
Nikon D300 : ISO 400 - 0.167 sec (1/6)
Every night in town, every night in town
I'm going down, I'm going down, pulsating
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Antique Painting," Children eating melon and grapes" , with its elaborate frame (not shown) belies its age of over 200 years. Details are elaborate, painting is oil on canvas, beautiful and pulsating with life. Copy of Esteban Murillo.
Origin: Spain
Period: 1800's
Size: 54" high x 39" wide
Valued: $5,500. All bids considered.
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The Red Giant Star, T Cephei, is pulsating in its death, sending out wave after wave of material into space. When fully expanded T Cephei’s photosphere would engulf Mars if it were at the sun’s location. It is on its way to become a White Dwarf. Over a period of about a year the magnitude of this star changes from 5.2 (visible to the unaided eye from a dark site) to 11.3 (requiring a telescope to see).
It is the orange star at the center of the drawing. Its magnitude (my estimate) places it about half-way between its extremes during a pulse. An interesting star to keep an eye on.
To see additional astronomy drawings visit: www.orrastrodrawing.com