View allAll Photos Tagged Slither
Murmur - whisper to me
Slithering fantasies of cleaning bones, lucid dreams
Yearning to become real
The luscious slitting of throats, what fantasy?
These fictions so corporal so obtuse
Restricting me, frustrating me
The fictions so morbid seem foretold
Digging in the psyche
No theory, no medication, no session
Can shed light upon the monster I am told to become
No theory, no medication, obsession
The smell of blood, the soothing of the pain mine
A medical condition? No, merely purpose
Decrepit wits in a mind mine
These fictions so corporal so obtuse
Restricting me, frustrating me
The fictions so morbid seem foretold
Release the rage in me
Set in motion the first kill
Adrenaline, rushing me
The fictions so morbid fulfilled
Release the real in me
Swing the axe, hang the rope
The tales of my coming painted in a spree of gore
Do say your prayers, they shall be answered
By the cutting of blades as your insides are drained
No longer murmurs - in thy decrepit wits
A spree of murder - unleash my insanity
Meticulous plan, the fruition of years of mental disorder
A spree of terror, the canvas of decay
Left behind for them to find, in perspicuity
Murmurs - whisper to me
Slithering fantasies of cleaning bones, lucid dreams
Yearning to become real
The luscious slitting of throats, what fantasy?
Song: A Murmur In Decrepit Wits
By: Aborted
Album: Strychnine.213, 2008
Song 8 Day 8 of 30 Songs in 30 days
A female slow worm (Anguis fragilis), moving not particularly slowly across a path on the North York Moors. Seeing this little reptile at the end of a walk near the Hole Of Horcum a few weeks ago was a great bonus. It is the first time I have ever seen a live one, having only spotted a few dead slow worms over the years. I must admit, I was surprised by how quickly this little legless lizard moved across the path and grabbing a properly focused shot without too much motion blur was quite tricky, this was the only acceptably sharp one of the 6 frames I managed to get before she slithered off into the heather. I was also impressed with the sleek glossiness and colours, all the dead ones I had seen before had probably been dead for some time, so rather dull grey/brown by comparison.
Across The Universe
The Beatles
Words are flowing out
Like endless rain into a paper cup
They slither wildly as they slip away across the universe
Pools of sorrow waves of joy
Are drifting through my opened mind
Possessing and caressing me
Jai Guru Deva, Om
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Images of broken light
Which dance before me like a million eyes
They call me on and on across the universe
Thoughts meander like a
Restless wind inside a letter box
They tumble blindly as they make their way across the universe
Jai Guru Deva, Om
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Headed out last night with two great mates, to shoot the Milky Way. First time shooting this since 2013, and I was excited to say the least. We knew before we left that the tide was high at Cathedral Rock, but we took a chance and went anyhow.
Well, mother nature won that battle, and there was no (safe) way we were getting around the headland to shoot it. So, we took the safe option and shot from the beach, whilst enjoying the silence, and having a beer at midnight.
So, this is the shot I had in my head, and because of the lack of access, I've blended this image to fulfill my needs.
My main reason for going, was to see how the camera performed, and also my Sigma 35mm F1.4.
I was really happy with the outcome. Some togs say you shouldnt shoot stars that wide open, but I'm happy with the results, and it also allowed me to shoot at iso 1000 - iso 1600 which dramatically reduced the noise levels in the final image.
All in all, a great learning experience, and I now know what I need to do over the coming months, and Milky Way season in the Southern Hemisphere.
Hope you like "Across The Universe"
Cheers, Mike
.............that was the light this morning.
I was up at the top of Crank hill and spotted a slither of light making its way up this field so stuck my long zoom on and took a couple of shots.Made it into a pano to get rid of unwanted 'inclusions'.Only lasted a few seconds then it was gone.....
Thanks for looking,
Chris.
Better on black,press L :)
blog │ facebook│ become a Patron
"Pachnąca szczurem i pleśnią wypełza wiosna"
(Eng. Smelling of rat and mildew slithers out spring )
3/3
inspired by the poetry of H. Poświatowska
English translation by M. Lugowski
---
na wiosnę
wychodzą z ziemi gałęziste kształty
trzęsą rosochatymi łbami
i nawet wieże kościołów
przybierają niezdrowy odcień zieleni
moja znajoma Małgorzata
(nazwisko egzotyczne)
uśmiecha się
klaszcze w ręce
na myśl o nowej sukni
już wiosennej
na płycie sarkofagu biała
drzewa naprzeciw
myślałam
przefruwający ptak
zawadził skrzydłem o gałąź
skrzydło było zielone
i zielone pierze
zawisło na gałęzi
eksplozja
nagle pośrodku miasta
wszystkie piwnice otwarte
i w górę
pachnąca szczurem i pleśnią
wypełza
wiosna
---
in springtime
from within the earth come out branch-like shapes
and shake their bunchy pates
and even the churches' spires
take on the greenery's unhealthy sheen
my acquaintance Malgorzata
(last name fancy)
is beaming
is clapping hands
at the thought of a new dress
already for spring
on a slab of a sarcophagus I in white
vis-a-vis a tree
was pondering
a passing bird
it snagged a branch with its wing
the wing was green
and green feathers
were hanging on the branch
an explosion
suddenly amidst the city
all the cellars open
and up and out
smelling of rat and mildew
slithers out
spring
---
My artwork may not be reproduced, copied, edited, published, transmitted or uploaded in any way without my written permission.
My photographs do not belong to the public domain.
© All rights reserved
Not sure of what type this is but it was lurking downstream early in the morning checking out the low branches over the stream and the edges in search of breakfast
This photograph is not in the public domain and may not be embedded or used on websites, blogs, or in other media without advance permission from Bruce Finocchio.
The corn snake is a North American species of rat snake that subdues its small prey by constriction. It is found throughout the southeastern and central United States.
I think when capturing an image of any snake the flickering tongue is always a bonus.
-Taronga Park Zoo Sydney
Coachwhip aka red racer... which is nonvenomous seen slithering around in Baja, Mexico. Added some color.
Classification: Whip snakes
These snakes are active during the daytime.
Words are flying out like
endless rain into a paper cup
They slither while they pass
They slip away across the universe
Pools of sorrow waves of joy
are drifting thorough my open mind
Possessing and caressing me
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rj-4t9drUlM
Jai guru deva om
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Images of broken light which
dance before me like a million eyes
That call me on and on across the universe
Thoughts meander like a
restless wind inside a letter box
they tumble blindly as
they make their way across the universe
Jai guru deva om
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Sounds of laughter shades of life
are ringing through my open ears
exciting and inviting me
Limitless undying love which
shines around me like a million suns
It calls me on and on across the universe
Jai guru deva om
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Jai guru deva
Jai guru deva
blog │ facebook│ become a Patron
"Pachnąca szczurem i pleśnią wypełza wiosna"
(Eng. Smelling of rat and mildew slithers out spring )
1/3
inspired by the poetry of H. Poświatowska
English translation by M. Lugowski
---
na wiosnę
wychodzą z ziemi gałęziste kształty
trzęsą rosochatymi łbami
i nawet wieże kościołów
przybierają niezdrowy odcień zieleni
moja znajoma Małgorzata
(nazwisko egzotyczne)
uśmiecha się
klaszcze w ręce
na myśl o nowej sukni
już wiosennej
na płycie sarkofagu biała
drzewa naprzeciw
myślałam
przefruwający ptak
zawadził skrzydłem o gałąź
skrzydło było zielone
i zielone pierze
zawisło na gałęzi
eksplozja
nagle pośrodku miasta
wszystkie piwnice otwarte
i w górę
pachnąca szczurem i pleśnią
wypełza
wiosna
---
in springtime
from within the earth come out branch-like shapes
and shake their bunchy pates
and even the churches' spires
take on the greenery's unhealthy sheen
my acquaintance Malgorzata
(last name fancy)
is beaming
is clapping hands
at the thought of a new dress
already for spring
on a slab of a sarcophagus I in white
vis-a-vis a tree
was pondering
a passing bird
it snagged a branch with its wing
the wing was green
and green feathers
were hanging on the branch
an explosion
suddenly amidst the city
all the cellars open
and up and out
smelling of rat and mildew
slithers out
spring
---
My artwork may not be reproduced, copied, edited, published, transmitted or uploaded in any way without my written permission.
My photographs do not belong to the public domain.
© All rights reserved
Some yummy rim light from the edge of a coastal waterfall in Cornwall yesterday. Liked the abstractiness of the illuminated shapes against the dark shale.
The clouds movement through and over the mountains reminded me of snakes slithering over rocks. It was memorizing to watch the constant motion. A two frame pano. Photographed from just off of I-70 in Colorado.
From my garden,Calendua or Pot Marigold.
I always have to have these in summer.
Lovely splash of colour.
Slugs are a nightmare in the garden and i cannot use slug pellets as i have 2 dogs who are more important to me than flowers.They are toxic to dogs.
I have purchased expensive pet safe slug pellets and they didnt work ! the slugs slithered all over them.
I have tried copper tape around the plant pots,that didnt work.
The only effective remedy is salt ! so everynight i go out on slug watch torch in hand and salt in the other and erradicate the nasty things.
2 7 16
The pond was full of Northern Leopard Frogs. Photographing them required a slow, slithering approach on elbows and knees at the pond's edge, hand holding the 105 mm macro with a 1.7x teleconverter to allow closer focusing and some distance between myself and subject.
Every time I photograph frogs, I remember a lesson from the old Time-Life books on photography that my parents bought for me in the Sixties, when I was a teenager. One of the volumes illustrated the perceptual differences in vision caused by the eye structure of different species - specifically, the lens. There were black and white photos taken through the actual lenses of different animals. I don't remember how or if they took into account the way a creature's brain presumably processes the visual information, and no doubt any theories presented then would be considered hopelessly out of date today. Nevertheless, it was all very interesting.
The frog's eye in particular struck me and stuck in my memory. Apparently frogs see in black and white - without a grayscale. Any tone brighter than a middle tone will be processed as white, and anything darker will appear black to a frog. Visual acuity is therefore extremely poor; however, they are sensitive to motion. Regardless of the accuracy of this fifty years later, it does explain why you can creep up on a frog by moving very slowly toward it, and eliminating any sideways motion. (I think any 10-year old who lives in the country could probably offer the same advice!) So... this I did... sliding into the cold water, not really pleasant, but disregarding this as much as possible, eye glued to the viewfinder until I reached minimum focus distance.
The frog didn't move. You can see my reflection in its eye. My lens was just above the water surface, and I was careful not to accidentally dunk it. Spare the camera gear, sacrifice the body!
Photographed in Grasslands National Park, Saskatchewan. Don't use this image on websites, blogs, or other media without explicit permission © 2015 James R. Page - all rights reserved.
My journey was long and dark, but after a precarious trek, I found myself on a faraway shore where a new Boneyard lay wait. Cautiously, I approached these so called “twilight beasts” and found them somewhat different from those that I have encountered from past travels. Covered in sharp bark like scales and writhing about with long tails, they clawed at the moon while slithering along the sandy coast. Wearily, I collected my nerves. Gently, I reached out with my mind, only to encounter a piercing howl that sent my head spinning. These creatures are suffering and I am the first person to hear their pain. And so, I decided to stay and listen so that one day I could tell their story.
It's time to get back to my stories of the boneyards in "Boneyard Journeys." With a long exposure of almost two and a half minutes, a rising tide and fogging lens, I wasn't sure this shot was going to work. This is an introduction to a short series at the Boneyard Beach on Big Talbot Island, Florida. Wishing everyone a wonderful day ahead. Thanks for the favs and kind comments, they are much appreciated!
A westbound Burlington Northern manifest freight slithers through the North Dakota Badlands near Sully Springs, in July 1994. Up front is a BN GP39E, a B30-7AB, a SW1200, and two C30-7s. A cut of brand new BN grain hoppers are up front as well.
I feel it slithering within me, quenching in thirst, raging in hunger. It twists and turn, and finally... it breaks free, cracking my throat open. Now I see myself. Now I eat my own words. I AM THAT I AM
Inktober 2018 model and reference is Segovia Amil
STORE (originals art available) :
tictail.com/cindyantoinetteart
PS : I do accept TRADITIONAL COMMISSIONS! Check out my website for info and my email contact vvv
amourinetteart@gmail.com
<3
Slugs Slither Slowly
Slugs slither slowly
under garden gates,
through cracks in garden walls
through each and any space.
Silently and after dark
when you’re tucked up, sleeping tight,
they wriggle in and set their mark,
waiting long into the night.
And as you snooze away the hours,
they fill their bellies with your flowers
sneaking away as morning comes
betrayed only by their sticky tums.
Mrs. Worm was slithering through the leaves this morning and wondered how she could bewitch, bother, or bewilder Mr. Worm to help with the raking. Suddenly, there on the leaf pile, she spied inspiration! "Look, Dear Mr. Worm! Two hearts! You make rain become shine! Dear, rake with me, will you, Ooh do do do do do."
HWEVS! Thanks for all the visits!