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Thirlmere, Lake District, Cumbria.
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My first ever image of a Badger. Thanks to Jen Hall:
www.flickr.com/photos/teagden/
for spotting it and and then shouting at the top of her lungs: "Look a Badger, I'm not F**king kidding, a Badger!!
Jen Hall is an absolute hoot to do anything with! She gets so excited with her wildlife even a Wiesel for Gods sake! It is absolutely impossible to contain her! LOL (Inside joke and story) And, as she jumps out of my rental car to get the frame of this Badger she trips over a itty bitty pebble, but that is to be expected from Ms Hall, that's just the way she rolls! Ask Debbie Tubridy:
www.flickr.com/photos/momma-d/
her best bud, and side-kick in the Tetons..
Thanks to everyone that has come back to see my images after my long hiatus!
Have a wonderful weekend my friends!
... had a Rough time getting motivated to get to work this Monday morning and found himself Green with envy of those who are retired or have the day off ....
The Gorgon! The slithering sisters of slaughter! The "daughters" of Stheno, Euryale, and Medusa, these vile creations are a horror on the battlefield.
Their gaze will freeze enemy combatants in fear, enabling the gorgons to cleave arms and heads at leisure from their helpless victims.
With their slender, malleable, serpentine bodies, the gorgons find physical defenses laughable and are able to infiltrate the strongest fortresses with ease.
Thankfully, the original sisters are slow in their production of their petrifying progeny and gorgons are rare sights in combat. To obtain one gorgon would drain the war chest gold of all but the largest armies. It is for this reason that the Battle of Evermore is always remembered, when the Dark Lord fielded three gorgons.
👾 Happy 🏰 Heroclix 🏯 Friday! 🐉
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A year of the shows and performers of the Bijou Planks Theater.
Slithering through tall cornfields is the northbound TPW 3440 and one car from Bringhurst, on the former Pennsylvania I&F Branch.
We're standing in a cornfield just north of Camden, Indiana.
A BNSF empty coal train slithers through the curves west of Dutch Wyoming, through what is perhaps the quintessential Big Horn Subdivision location. The subdivision's namesake mountain range dominates the background on this gorgeous early Summer morning. In a short distance, the coal train, headed up by a clean SD70ACe, will head north on the Dutch Subdivision for loading.
Firstly I would like to apologize to anyone who finds this too gory. I came across this snake (not sure which type) in the middle of his or her supper one evening last week and he (or she) was too busy with their meal to slither away before I snapped off a few shots. This snake was very small despite how the size may appear in the picture.
Several years back, dad found a Blue Beech tree on his property with a unique bend in it. Dad cut the limb from the dead tree and gave it to me for a walking stick. After being in storage for quite some time, it finally hit me while staring at it, how I could make a cool looking walking stick. After doing some research on one of the coolest looking rattlesnakes, the Eastern Diamondback, the challenge was on. It turned out to be easier than expected. I only carved about ten inches down the beech stick because I wanted to blend to scales into the natural bark of the wood. The eyes are glass and the carved section was painted with acrylics and thoroughly sealed. The walking stick is about four feet high with a stainless steel spike on the foot. On your next walk through the woods or digging through a pile of brush, keep your eyes peeled for something that you can turn into a unique piece.
Never stop dreaming
Whispers slither through the candle’s glow,
Promises cracked where the silences grow,
A wedding band glints like a sharpened knife,
Two shadows entwined, but no shared life.
Behind the smile, a secret festers,
The touch that lingers is no confessor.
In the hush of night, betrayal mourns,
Love lies strangled in darkened corners.
With the sun having made only the briefest of appearances, I began to look around for inspiration elsewhere. I then noticed this interesting cloud/blue sky formation beyond Hannafore Point, which I thought might work as a focal point and subject in its own right. The surrounding sky was so dark, that this colourful slither really sang out.
It's silly o'clock and I slither out from under the bed clothes, lit only by the LED on the clock. Its cold, the heating hasn't fired up yet. I quickly put on my clothes, specially laid out for speed. I hurry downstairs (we don't live in a bungalow you know!!) Gathering up all my gear I have placed by the door, I call upstairs.... Byeeeee, see you later. I'm off to the car. I have to scrape the frost from the windscreen; I think this is a good sign. I set off into the darkness, looking over the hedge where ever I can for any sign of the mist. Suddenly I hit a pocket... my heart skips a beat... so, it's about!!!!!
I pull into the little gravel car park at the bottom of Martinsell Hill. By this time there is just a smidge of light in the sky, you can see outlines of trees and hedgerows shooting off into the darkness. Switching off the headlights, my eyes take a few seconds to adjust. I set off through the gate and now for the climb up the hill. I know there are cows in the field as every five or six footsteps it feels a little squelchy underfoot :o(.. It's OK, I have my walking boots on and spares in the car :o). I head up the hill, Pewsey Vale on my left and a small wood on my right. Sometimes there’s a Raven just beginning to croak good morning at me ( I love that sound ) but not this morning, but as always there’s a Tawny Owl telling me it's his wood, sometimes the female adds her support !! All of a sudden a cow stands up in front of me from its overnight sleeping place, I nearly wet myself. It's still too dark to clearly see, but I hate using a torch, it spoils the mood. I have a chuckle and press on. I round a corner on the hillside and cross a stone-age flint quarry, the only tell tale sign these days is when the sun finally rises and the light dances off the hillside, it looks like the surface of a giant golf ball. I wonder if thousands of years ago Stone Age people sat here knapping flint for arrow heads and watched the sun rise, as I will!! Must press on, the sun won’t wait, every minute there is more light. I reach my chosen spot, heart pounding, as much from the excitement of what could happen, as from the walk up the hill. Unpacking all the kit and setting it up all takes time, checking and re-checking the settings. By now the mist is really starting to form, lying in hollows and collecting around trees. A buzzard calls somewhere, I don’t even look up, I just love the fact it made the hairs stand up on the back of my neck. Within minutes the sun pops over the far side of the vale, and sprays its rays over the mist, clipping the tops of the trees.
It’s then that I know.... silly o’clock wasn’t so silly :o)
If you get this far, well done.... if not, sod ya..... lol ...
Watch your step, Western-Washington outdoors-people! When the sunbeams come out, so do the dangerous garter snakes! One wrong move, and you might find your ankles nibbled upon!
Exclamation points!
Steigerwald Lake NWR (!)
ʜᴇʏ
ʜᴇʏ
ʜᴇʏ
ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴇᴇ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴍᴇ
ᴄᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏᴘᴇ, ꜰᴇʟʟ ᴛᴏ ᴍʏ ᴋɴᴇᴇꜱ
ʙᴏʀɴ ᴀɴᴅ ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ꜱɪɴɢʟᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ
ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴍᴇ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ꜰɪɴɢᴇʀ
ᴛʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴘᴏᴛ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴜɴ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ
ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ꜱᴇᴇ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴛʏᴘᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴜʀᴇ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ᴍɪɴᴅ
ʏᴇᴀʜ, ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀ
ɪᴛ ᴄᴏᴍᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴀꜱʜ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱɪɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ
ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴛɪᴍᴇ, ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴇᴇ
ʜᴇʏ
ʜᴇʏ
ʜᴇʏ
ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴇᴇᴋ ᴍᴇ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴇꜱᴛʀᴏʏ ᴍᴇ
ʀᴀᴘᴇ ᴍʏ ᴍɪɴᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴍᴇʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏᴘᴘɪᴇꜱ
ʙᴏʀɴ ᴀɴᴅ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅɪᴇᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ꜱɪɴɢʟᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ
ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴍᴇ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ꜰɪɴɢᴇʀ
ᴛʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴘᴏᴛ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ʟɪɴɢᴇʀ
ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ꜱᴇᴇ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴛʏᴘᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴜʀᴇ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ᴍɪɴᴅ
ʏᴇᴀʜ, ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀ
ɪᴛ ᴄᴏᴍᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴀꜱʜ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱɪɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ
ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴛɪᴍᴇ, ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴇᴇ
ʟɪᴋᴇ ʜᴏʟʏ ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀ
ɪᴛ ᴏɴʟʏ ʙᴜʀɴꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴀꜱᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ʏᴏᴜ'ʟʟ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴅʀʏ
ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴛɪᴍᴇ, ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ
dejavu!!! Another snake, this time a western diamondback, manages to slither out of my way (even though I was only trying to photograph it, LOL!). It was about five feet long and there were no rocks to collect nearby, making it pretty safe for that snake! (notice all the deer tracks, along the edge of the road!)
In order to become a god
you must first believe in yourself.
CREDIT---
outfit . Slither set / by L.I.C. (mainshop / MP)
eyeshadow . Finea Eyemakeup (BoM) / by Zibska @ Vanity Event until Feb 8
lipstick . Psykhe Lips (BoM) / by Zibska
halo . Shattered Crystal Halo / by Soul
pose & pentagram . O Fortuna / by NANTRA
wings . Succubus / by Trap & Gauze
skin . Jody pale (BoM) / by Go&See (in January Catwa Powder Pack)
scales . New Dragon - Army Pink (BoM) / by Even~Tide
skin effect . Web of Fire body shine / by Stargazer
hairbase . essential Hairbase set 2 (BoM) / by Just Magnetized
eyebrow . Julie Waters triplets (BoM) / by Simple Bloom
eyes . Halo Burst (BoM) / by The Stringer Mausoleum
head . Amelia / by Slink
body . Hourglass / by Slink
nails . XXXL Stilleto nails / by Slink
ears . Monster Ear Augment / by Slink
face pose . bento Facial expression HUD / by Happy Dispatch
particles . Sea Sorcery / by Cole's Corner
✭ CIRCA ✭ Dimma ✭ {Frick} ✭L.I.C. ✭ Lovely Alien ✭
✭ NANTRA ✭ Sinful Needs ✭ Soul ✭ Zibska ✭
Image taken in the virtual platform of Second Life (tm)
One I completely overlooked at the time, I really love how there is just a small slither of light on the tree.
For some of my previous shots of the river I have planted my tripod on the weedy bit beside the river, there is a way around avoiding the mud.
This broken old fence has been here for many a year when cattle were free to roam along the river bank, this fence would have stopped them from wandering towards the long gone Shoreham to Horsham railway line.
It`s currently 36 c in my garden another scorcher today, there is a combine harvester working in a field of some form of Beans about 200 Mtrs from our house, the dust is incredible we had to close all our windows, my car now looks like it has been in a desert bring on the badly needed rain.
I thought about rushing to get a shot but the dust is just too much, my camera would not be happy .
Under the crimson glow of flickering candelabras, Melora Hawkthorn Da’neer lounged in her velvet chair like a queen of sin. Shadows slithered along the club’s gothic walls, dancing with the smoke and haze that curled around the air like spirits whispering secrets. Her lips, blood-dark and curved in a knowing smirk, wrapped around the rim of her glass—a deep, glimmering ruby liquid swirling within.
It wasn’t wine. It was far older, far richer.
A single droplet slid down the side of the glass, catching the candlelight like a drop of molten garnet before landing softly on her thigh-high fishnets. She didn’t flinch. Melora’s amber eyes glowed faintly as she traced the rim of her drink with one black-clawed fingertip, humming lowly to the haunting music vibrating through the room.
The bass thumped like a heartbeat. Fitting, she thought with amusement.
Around her, mortals and creatures of the night mingled—some dancing, some watching, some pretending not to fear her. They knew her name. Da’neer. The blood duchess of the underworld. The one who’d once slit a duke’s throat just to taste his ambition.
Her laughter—a silken, wicked sound—rolled through the bar when a mortal dared approach.
“Careful,” she purred, her voice smooth as aged wine. “You’re either brave or suicidal.”
He froze, and she leaned forward, the metal of her piercings glinting as her fangs peeked through a teasing smile.
“Either way,” she whispered, eyes glowing brighter, “I find it… entertaining.”
She raised her glass in a mock toast, the crimson liquid swirling hypnotically under the violet lights. The scent of iron filled the air, subtle but unmistakable. Somewhere in the background, a violin cried out in the melody of the damned.
Melora took another sip—slow, deliberate—and closed her eyes.
The taste of life. The rush of power. The heat of someone else’s last heartbeat still echoing in her veins.
Tonight wasn’t about hunger. Tonight was about indulgence.
Because for Melora Hawkthorn Da’neer, eternal damnation was never a curse. It was a luxury—and every drink, every victim, every trembling soul that dared meet her gaze was just another flavor in the feast of immortality.
And as the candles burned low and the moon bled light through the stained glass, the vampire smiled again—seductive, merciless, and beautiful in her darkness.
The night belonged to her.
It always did.
Not sure if this guy was asleep or awake since he has no eyelids.
Loved his scales and had to get a close-up shot to display them.
I spent 30 minutes slithering across the beach to approach these sandpipers. My friend Chris also slithered toward them, but I had a head start, having thought of it first, which not only compensated for the shorter lens I was using but also allowed an eye level view (the pebble beach sloped down to the water's edge). There were a hundred or more Western Sandpipers in this group. It only takes one to panic, and in a flash they're gone, which was precisely what happened after this, my last frame.
300mm f/4 + 1.7x teleconverter. Not my preferred combination but really compact and lightweight. Some days that is a priority.
Photographed on the western flyway for migratory birds - wild, coastal British Columbia (Canada). Don't use this image on websites, blogs, or other media without explicit permission © 2019 James R. Page - all rights reserved.
I was trying to take a picture of some frozen mixed veggies on a clear glass plate while sitting on the grass this morning when this little critter slipped himself into the scene. I abandoned the frozen veggies and worked to get a focused image of this slithering fellow. Most of my photos don't involve moving subjects so I applaud anyone who shoots and gets sharp focus when shooting moving objects.
Macro Monday - It's All About The Natural Light
ODC - underneath - the dandelion underneath the glass is helping to illuminate my slug
My alphabet challenge letter S