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Enchantment Event: "Frostbitten: A Tale from the Graveyard”
Till November 30th:
- Jankga Frostbitten outfit with boots and armbands
- No.Match ~ No Snowqueen hair with crown
- Dark Agony - Eidolon Servant - Mount (F and M) and Companion version comes with hud
- [CIRCA] - "Enchanted Winter" Tree Arch Gatway - Frost Trio and Pavilion Set
- LORE Borealis Wall Kit [PBR] - Gate (open, close) Post, Walls
- LORE Borealis Runestones
- Mesh Entity: Decorative Roots
A simple coastal moment, but full of energy. I’m sure the sea looks even more chaotic there now after Typhoon Jangmi passed through, and with all the torrential rain still falling, it must be even wilder.
Myiagra Inquieta
A little too close, move back bird!
It managed a single pose where it fitted in the frame for me in the sequence
Unable to sleep, I walk the streets of the old harbor at night. I have always felt drawn to these dark waters, as if there was some distant, hypnotizing force constantly pulling on my soul from beneath the waves. The allure of this voiceless siren is so very strong, I can not help but obey their command to come join them. Yet I have hidden in my subconscious the darkest terror of what I may find waiting for me at the source of this enchanting call.
It's like there's never truly a moment of silence. There is constant motion all the time. This picture is a representation of the constant restlessness. The big picture may seem calm, but in the reality there's always something in motion.
this female red fox (silver colors) was a restless hunter trying to keep her pups not too hungry for too long.
Seixal is a charming coastal village on Madeira's lush north coast, between São Vicente and Porto Moniz, celebrated for its dramatic cliffs, terraced vineyards, and idyllic black-sand beaches framed by waterfalls. Key attractions include the natural lava pools of Poça das Lesmas (with its iconic swim-through arch), the Veu da Noiva viewpoint overlooking a 110-meter waterfall plunging into the sea, and short hikes into the surrounding laurisilva forest valleys like Chão da Ribeira.
Alice in Chains - „Nutshell“
www.youtube.com/watch?v=G23iLGhh9lo
We chase misprinted lies
We face the path of time
And yet I fight, and yet I fight
This battle all alone
No one to cry to
No place to call home
Ooh
Ooh-ooh
Ooh
Ooh-ooh
My gift of self is raped
My privacy is raked
And yet I find, and yet I find
Repeating in my head
If I can′t be my own
I'd feel better dead
Ooh
Ooh-ooh
Ooh
Ooh-ooh
Titled "How long had I been gone? How long had I been back? Did it matter?", this series is made up of ten sets of image and text. Each set expresses the 'moment' in which I explore a place in a photograph and then two written descriptions: one by me, considering my mental health, thoughts and feelings, and one by (best friend and accompanying adventurer) Michael with his version of events. The series tracks how photography has changed my interactions with the world, from being isolated to being able to get out and explore.
You can see a few examples of how it was presented here:
Tim van Zundert - How long had I been gone?
If inhabiting the world at night taught me that I could stand in the middle of roads at a whim, why not go to places you just shouldn't? Places that are closed off to the public after dark aren't necessarily closed to those who find their way in. At Cowdray Ruins, we wandered the grounds as if we had every right to be there.
A tear in my brain
Allows the voices in
They wanna push you off the path
With their frequency wires
And you can do no wrong
In my eyes...
You can do no wrong
In my eyes...
A drunken salesman
Your hearing damage
Your mind is restless
They say you're getting better
But you don't feel any better
Your speakers are blowing
Your ears are wrecking
Your hearing damage
You wish you felt better
You wish you felt better
You can do no wrong
In my eyes...
You can do no wrong
In my eyes...
Lyrics from Thom Yorke - Hearing Damage
*dedicated to the precious gifts of listening, seeing and balance... most of us have them as granted gifts... ❤ you can hear and not listen... you can look and not see... you can stand and not keep equilibrium... and than... you loose yourself without being lost...
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The monarch flycatchers are an Old World family containing a little over 100 species. (If you’re a birder or a bird photographer, you might recognize the paradise-flycatchers, with their fantastically long tails, as members of this family.) The group occurs from Africa through southern Asia, down through Indonesia and its many islands, the Philippines, New Guinea, and into Australia. There are even a handful of species scattered across various islands of the South Pacific, including three species endemic to Hawaiian islands. It would seem that the largest ocean on Earth is not an impediment to their ability to colonize new lands. The species here is the Restless Flycatcher, found in eastern Australia but also the southwest corner. The species is somewhat migratory, moving inland during the winter to the eastern portion of The Outback and into northern Queensland. We saw the species four consecutive days on a former sheep ranch on the edge of the Outback and nowhere else on our trip. Bowra Station, Queensland, Australia
The oppressive visual onset of a storm is often occasioned by a rapid drop in barometric pressure. Studies have associated this drop with negative physical and emotional effects on living beings. Everything from rising blood pressure and headaches to restlessness and irritability. I suppose irritability is rather subjective when, for many people, we're merely attempting to distinguish between degrees. But I can attest to the restlessness as storms approach. It's based on an intense desire to experience the sensory aspects (winds, clouds, temperature change, advancing darkness, etc). It goes back to that boundary obsession I have, of standing on the edge between two realms. For me it's not enough to simply witness such an event. I yearn to document it, and each storm is like the first one. The excitement and the pull never seem to diminish over time. I think this is yet another opportunity to channel the energy from some external source and direct it into a creative bent. On this magical day I found myself in an old burial ground beneath an advancing system. The clouds seethed with dark energy that could be felt at ground level. The weather boundary echoed by the physical boundary, the old stone wall separating the dead from the living. Never felt more alive.
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