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Doin a X MAN style review here
Marvel Legends Vulture BAF Wave Moon Knight
Pros: Looks awesome
Has good articulation
Has good accessories
Can hold guns from other legends
Nice clickity clackity ab crunch
Cons: head doesn't pose well with cape on
Cape doesn't peg into his back well
On some of the parts their are little stringy bits off plastic coming off
If you don't move the shoulders right the shoulder armour will get warped
Legs can't really move backwards because of his butt
Overall would give an 8/10
not sure what is that stringy thingie on some buds...it's not cobwebs for sure! i think the colors on this photo really blended well together....the amethyst, the magentas, the yellows, the white ashy colors and etc...i think it is gorgeous! this was part of my tripod agony.....
The shores of the Pacific are an endless supply of textures, shapes, and inspiration. I have built a career off the lessons every new tide brings in.
I have been trying to improve my black and white photo skills. Getting used to seeing only tone to compose is challenging at times. I feel like I rocked this one though, what do you all think?
Found as is, at the edge of a sea urchin-filled tide pool. It had, however, been darker when I first noticed it, and then put on this stringy display.
Standing herons crack me up. They look so strange and stringy. Great hunters though and will eat just about anything they can spear. This is the same heron taking off from the cliff - this is where it landed and where I'd get it taking off again!
square panels each carved in low relief with two figures; the northernmost figure on the N. respond is a nimbed angel, holding in his right hand a short cross, and in his left hand a book ; the southern figure is also nimbed but has no wings, and holds in his right hand a long cross-staff, and in his left hand a book; the corresponding figures to the S. respond are both carved upside down; both are nimbed and the southern figure is also winged; the southern figure holds a book and a scroll, and the northern figure a short cross and a book. Those on the south are set upside down. Could this have been carelessness, as Pevsner suggests, or a reference to the legend that St. Peter was crucified upside down? Peter requested that his cross be upside down, as he felt unworthy of being crucified in the same manner as Jesus.
The Christ in Majesty in the tympanum above the south doorway is surely one of the master’s finest works, almost identical with the lost Majesty at Shobdon.
The figure is in a halo, with the knees wide apart and the feet together, and the skirt having the tense, stringy folds characteristic of the Herefordshire School. The four supporting angels fly upside down, making a highly accomplished composition. The heavy roll moulding above the door is supported on capitals decorated with birds and a Green Man.
Preparation [edibility: even correctly identified, Armillaria tabescens is very difficult for some people to digest, INTENSE gastrointestinal issues]: the caps are generally all you want – the cap being convex at first, becoming broadly convex, flat, shallowly depressed in age – of ringless honeys, one of the most abundant species, appearing most often as a terrestrial (ground-loving) fungus growing late summer and early fall in North Carolina and other southeastern states, usually has a small ring of wiry blackish hairs, lending the mushroom a somewhat unshaven appearance – all ringless honeys should have a small textured area of darker coloration in the middle of each cap that can resemble scales or brown tufts: if you don't see this, at least small, you do not have a ringless honey – and additionally, the cap of this species of honey mushroom is relatively tough like the stem, although not as stringy
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Charlotte, NC – 2018AUG22 – Ringless Honey Mushroom:
We've had record rainfall lately – the wettest July on record and the 2nd wettest month ever – and just "overnight" these two clusters of edible mushrooms popped in our backyard, Armillaria tabescens, growing with explosive speed, often reach full maturity in a day or two, growing in clusters of multiple individuals arising from the same spot in the ground.
By average rainfall in Charlotte, NC (USA), the wettest month is March: an average 4.4" of rain falls on 11-12 days, though in July rain typically falls on more days, with 3.5" in 12-13 days, the driest month, November: an average of 3.0" in 9-10 days, though in October rain typically falls less days, 3.3" in 7-8 days.
Hope you enjoy the 16% of 49 photos I took here this day!
for BratzSwedish's BNDM Cycle 7
CALLED: (01/04)
I literally pulled an ALL-NIGHTER to get this shot!!! I spent a lot of time making her outfit and then at 5:00am, I went outside to take the photo because the light looked beautiful in the early morning! After I got the shot, I edited until 7:00am! I spent so much time on this and it's down to the final four so I hope I remain in the competition!
I like the photo I made! lol! I was assigned Roberto Cavalli as a designer to make a photo for. I researched his new spring collection and found that he used a lot of lace pants and stringy fabric. At first I was really scared on how I would make it because I didn't have the right fabric to make the clothes. So the only other option I had was toilet paper! I made Nicole's entire outfit out of toilet paper. It was inspired by many outfits in Cavalli's collection and if you look here, you will see that this outfit looks like a mash-up of a couple of his own gowns:
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And I decided to make the photo an editorial ad, one that you would see in a magazine. I chose these colors because I thought they looked beautiful together. The dark green plants against her bright white outfit look great!
I went on a weekend photo shoot with Icelandic photographer Orvar Porgession; we're leading two sold out photography workshops around Iceland in July, and are getting prepared currently.
I'm not sure what the 'green stuff' is really, it's an aquatic plant that's not seaweed, but more like stringy moss.
I asked Lomokev to write his top ten tips for a perfect Full English Breakfast and he very kindly obliged. I'm not sure i agreed with all of them so i thought i'd write a few of my own rules down. So here goes....
1. DRINKS - i like a glass of OJ or a hot chocolate before a Full English and a cup of tea or coffee after to wash it down (it only gets cold during); as being a man i can only eat or drink, never two things at the same time. A glass of iced water is also a must.
2. BREAD - three main assortments (fried, toast and normal),
Fried is great, although only as a treat.
Toast is best, this has warm and is to be eaten with the breakfast (can be dipped) although if there is no fried bread, toast can be used in conjunction with egg instead (see 3) see its multipurpose thats why its the best.
Normal bread, only good before and after breakfast. Before as a warm up to breakfast, while you wait; and after to mop up the remaining jucies. (see 4, 3 and 5)
3. EGGS - poached or fried, and the yoke MUST be runny, and they have to be on some bread type thing (see 2).
4. TOMATOES - i actually prefer the tinned plum variety, as they hold a lot of liquid and mix very well with the bread type thing (see 2) and the runny egg (see 3) and the beans (see 5).
5. BEANS - Heinz
6. BACON - must be more than one slice, not too crispy that you can't get it on your fork, and preferably without any fat, or little fat. never stringy fat, yuck.
7. SAUSAGES - as best as you can get, minimum length 8cm. i like it when the skin is a little crispy and the inside is all nice and has a good texture of meat. Not too herby either or too experimental.
8. MUSHROOMS - preferably fresh and not too watery, i'm not a big fan of the tinned type.
9. BLACK PUDDING - now this is a real treat, and should only be had once or twice a year, as having it too often puts you off it.
10. READING MATERIAL - this should reflect the surroundings. So if it is a proper greasy spoon its the Sun, the Star at a push the Mirror. If its a posh place, the Guardian, the Observer or the Sunday times. The daily Mail should never be read no matter where you are.
11. NEVER NEVERS, AND NEVER SAY NEVERS - a big no to chips and roast potatoes Hash browns are OK as is a bit of bubble and squeak. An even bigger no to a burger (i've seen it done). No No No to sauce's (ketchup, brown sauce, and mayo - you know who you are) there should be enough sauce stuff with the beans (see 5) the egg (see 3) and the tomatoes (see 4). A bit of greenery is OK (depending on the establishment) although this should never be eaten. A beer is only good while on holiday.
12. YOU CAN'T GET BETTER THAN - a home cooked fry up. no contest.
13. EATING - believe it or not there are high status and low status food items in a Full English. These must be combined to make the perfect combination on the fork and also have to be eaten in the right order. Stick with me here. Sausage = high status. and the last bit of a sausage must alway be saved until last to mop up sauce stuff and has the highest status. The egg yoke is the joint highest status, and should be started on first, so that it bursts and covers the bread type thing appropriately. All other items can be eaten in any order so long as the egg yoke is burst first and the last end of the sausage is eaten last. Right that is order dealt with. Now onto combinations. as mentioned sausage, bacon and egg yoke = high status. tin toms, beans, bread type thing, egg white and mushrooms = low status. However tin toms, mushrooms, bread type thing and a bit of egg white combined on the fork = high status. get me? Low status food items can be combined (in any order) to make a high status food items. The holy grail of combinations is a high status food item with two or more low status items. for example, bacon (high status) combined with mushroom and beans (low status ) = holy grail. I hope that makes sense and you don't think worse of me for being that strange. but once you gain this knowledge life with never be the same. As a note this high and low status plus the holy grail theory can also be applied to a roast dinner, to great effect.
oh and this is a picture of the full english that got away, i was so hung over that i had one mouthful of the sausage and had to give up. and note the absence of beans, it was a posh establishment.
You better be glad you can't see my actual reflection. I looked horrible. Check out that stringy hair and baggy t-shirt. Mmm, sexy.
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Somebody emailed me this picture a while ago, and soon after I heard the news that the conservationists in SW Brisbane had won their fight to preserve and protect a little pocket of bush wonderland from developers.
Hidden amidst the urban sprawl, away from the hustle and bustle of city life lies 200 hectares of secluded natural bushland and forest.
The locals treasure this place for a tranquil secluded walk or cycle, and they call it "Pooh's Corner"
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My little story of yesterday feels like it came out of Pooh Bear's collections.
A tiny turn of event that puts one offtrack from the usual quiet routine and gives one food for thought.
But one could read too much into these occasions I think… draw on insights, perhaps presume on a change in life direction ..
Just best to receive it as it is.
A little sparkle that just comes and goes.
The Tao of Pooh..
In short, came across a wild bunny in the park.
And I got to hold it.
( And for the wise guys out there, yes it was actually a hare.
I Choose To Call Them All Bunnies )
Afterwards as I sat cuddling Miss Woolly later on her sofa and looked up through the window at the moonless black night sky, the clouds had disappeared from that wild storm we had, and all the stars were twinkling so brightly .. something Pooh would enjoy ..
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Which brings us to yesterday.
For some reason I was ahead of the Girlz in the park for a change, detoured towards a tall clump of stringy yellow wild flowers, stood there contemplating a photo possibility, though without the camera at that point, would bring it back tomorrow.
Risk in that, as quite often, they'd either be mown down or died off a bit by then..
Why did I look down? Just a habit in snake season, I s'pose.. a little patch of brown in the shadow of the scrub, with only a few inches growth of grass around it.. Perhaps thought it was a cow pat, to be avoided, it wasn't moving …
There he/she was, a pretty as a picture, a little bunny, nestled in the grass..
Well, ok, they are actually hares, but I Call Them All Bunnies ..
At first, thought it was dead… no movement at all, eyes were open, unblinking… didn't dash away..
Maybe died from fright of the thunder in the afternoon storm, soaked from the rain, out in the open.
There were habitat shelters feet away, so if it was alive, wouldn't he have hunkered down dry in these places ?
For a few seconds, I stood there, sadly pondering this sweet little guy and his short life… then there was a twitch of the nose !
…and another !
Was he injured? He still wasn't moving ..
And a credit to the Girlz, as they did obey when told not to come over..
Someone else would've walked on…
But I was stuck with doing nothing or something, and neither was comfortable.
If I just pick him up with bare hands, and look at him for injuries, like a broken leg or bite mark, would he bite me?
I had no idea. Do they carry horrendous germs that would give me yet another health challenge ?
Then what? I had no container to put him in either.
So back to the car and it started raining again, and off home drenched, to collect a few things.
If bunny wasn't there when I returned, that would be nature's answer for me. It meant he was fine.
On the way home to pick up a suitable travel container, gardening gloves and some doggy towels to line the container and one to wrap around him, I stopped at Marie's house to ask her advice.
Marie is a stout, pepper pot shaped lady, who surprises me, that she took on the commitment of wildlife carer, as she's obviously not in the best of physical health.
Had met her a few months ago on my previous mission, a rescue of a turtle dove, found on the road, not moving out of the way of cars, just sitting there.
He didn't struggle when I picked him up, so I thought, Oh, there Must be something wrong with him .. had a look and discovered a huge chunk of his chest missing down to the breast cartilage but smoothly healed over.
This wound had happened ages ago. A bite from a dog? It was too large for a little cat's mouth to do that. How did he survive !!!???
Rang the local vet and they gave me Marie's ph. no.
On arrival, Marie came outside to receive her new guest, and I opened the back car door, gently rolled back the cover, and what did I see, but the dove sitting on top of the basket, and in the next instance, flying past my head to the nearest telegraph pole.
My first reaction was to to laugh in embarrassment, that I'd assessed the situation so wrongly and wasted Marie's time and preparation.
Then laughed with relief .. said to Marie, I think this fella is going to be alright !
Marie wasn't fazed, smiled and said that these doves were surprisingly tough.
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So here I was at Marie's door again, she was kind and helpful, also reminded me these little guys often do 'freeze' and pretend they're 'not there' if they're frightened, hoping to be undetected as I passed by.
As Marie herself stuck caring for the feathered variety, she referred me to Lorelle in another nearby street, as she was the 'furry' wildlife lady.
We agreed that BunBun might be ok and gone by the time I returned to the park…and that's what we hoped anyway..
Walked around the spot to find him again, couldn't see him in the dwindling light, thought, Good, that's my answer..
Was just leaving, and there he was, he hadn't moved.
Expected him to wriggle madly and spring out of my hands when I put the towel on him and picked him up, but he was so quiet and still.
Oh, this is not good, I thought..
Had a peek in amongst the towel, his face was nestled between front paws, he was adorable.
He didn't look sick nor distressed.
He looked relaxed.
He didn't look real.
Was I really holding a wild bunny?
Uncovered and had a quick look at his back half while his front half was still wrapped in the towel, and all looked normal.
No injuries. Perfect.
In fact, his little back legs, waved just a bit, to climb back into the warmth of the towel, as if to say, "Hey, I was comfy..all snuggled up like that.."
He wasn't a baby bun, but he wasn't an adult either.
This time I'd made sure there was a heavier cover on the travel box, so he couldn't get out while I was driving to Lorelle's.
With my terrible sense of humour, couldn't help thinking about the monster rabbit scene in Monty Python's "The Holy Grail", where this cute bunny flies around attacking the Knights of Ni..
Didn't want That happening in the car.
Anyway, had phoned Lorelle and she was waiting outside, holding a basket with a hinged lid and a bunny rug in it, all prepared.
Another wildlife carer with a big heart.
But did say for me not to be too hopeful, as it's common for them to freak out so badly and suddenly die just from the stress of human contact.
She also told me that these hares do not burrow, they live on top of the ground.
So what about that farmers' tale I been told about burrows ruining paddocks and injuring cows falling into holes ?
Must be another sort of hare..
It may have been that we stood chatting for a few minutes, making human noises, as he went to leap out of her arms when she had a look at his face.
When I held him so peacefully before, all was really quiet.
A little while later, still peeling off rain soaked clothes and drying wet dogs at home, Lorelle phoned to say she was releasing Bunny back in the same spot the same evening, as she was sure he was fine and he would want to feed at night.
Better to get them back to the natural as soon as possible, rather than keeping them, stressing them out unnecessarily and trying to hand feed them.
In fact, he'd just scampered across her kitchen floor quite well !
It did run through my silly head that I'd love to be a wildlife carer, ( and yes, I did impulsively offer volunteer assistance to Lorelle, but she didn't need any ) … and was this another turn in life's path to follow …
Or do I have a habit, that I rescue beings who are really okay …
At least Bun Bun got dry..
That's what Pooh would say, I think ..
Also learnt they're not territorial, so he might've moved on by now … but I still left half an apple out there tonight x
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I really wish I could make a painting like this, then again I don’t have too, since I photographed this image…
Yes you guessed it straight away it in the decomposing guts of an ex-bed rusting away at a dump somewhere in my present home town, the stringy inner skeleton springs are leaned towards a graffitied brick wall! Yes I love this picture.
Since it was hard to see in the small preview icons on my computing machine it has alluded my gaze fore many years, I guess it was taken many years ago long before the covid plague… but before I moved from Vienna to Sweden…
Peace and Noise!
/ MushroomBrain a rusty aging old spring-skeleton seeing beauty in decay
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Chatham is in Pittsylvania County, Virginia. I don't know the current status of the building. Update: as of early December 2018, the vines are still smothering whatever building is beneath.
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Posing in front of me 70's strip club style stringy fly screen thing..haha! Most impressed with me copper tube curtain pole though!
Lower South Falls, Silver Falls State Park, OR.
Lower South Falls, which often plays second fiddle to the bigger South Falls upstream, is quite a sight during spring. Here, the Silver Creek falls into the canyon as a sheet of water from about 93 feet. Just like many waterfalls in Silver Falls State Park, the trail takes you behind the waterfall and brings you very close to the water. The trail to this waterfall is about 0.8 miles from the parking lot and travels along Silver Creek through lush green forested areas of the park.
I like to shoot around 1/4th of a second for waterfalls. I prefer this look better than the 1s-2s cotton candy look. I exaggerated the ‘stringy look’ (for the lack of a better term) of this waterfall by compositing parts of frames shot with 1/4th, 1/8th and 1/5th of a second. Post-processing involved optimizing ‘highlights’ and ‘clarity’ in PS CS6 for the final ‘stringy’ look!
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I befriended Gina during the Great Pillow Swap last year. She first got my attention when she posted this photo, because I thought, "hmm, this is actually exactly what I was thinking for my partner!" She then revealed a process pic of her project, and I was completely floored -- *I* was also planning to make a rainbow Lizzy House Meadow pillow for my partner, but Gina got there first! And look how amazing hers was already turning out to be!
So I got in touch with her just to share a chuckle about it. At first, I kind of asked her if she would mind if I made the same for my partner, and she was cool about it. (I ended up going somewhere else though.)
In the weeks after the swap, Gina and I thought it'd be fun to do a swap between ourselves -- I think we both like certain colours and designers, and we love fussy cuts. If you check out her stream, you'll see that she's played with all sorts of techniques and seems to have mastered all of them, really, so I was really excited because I think her workmanship is really amazing!
I sent Gina her pillow at the end of 2015. I had a few designs kicking around for awhile, but I ended up being very happy with my final product (I'll have to dig up the photos! I think I took them on my dad's camera, which is of course at his place. You can see Gina's photo here). And I just received Gina's -- look how incredible it is! It's funny that both our pillows ended up being super colourful, stringy and scrappy. I absolutely love the colours and brightness it brings to my living room, especially in the middle of winter.
Thank you so much, Gina! I'm so glad we swapped! I'll post photos of the back too...
(And I really need to buy more pillow forms! This one is all flat from years of use...And then I can display all my pillows at once!)
Beefsteak Fungus / fistulina hepatica. Wollaton Park, Nottinghamshire. 05/09/18.
This parasitic fungi is likened to an Ox tongue which I think is a very fitting comparison. If cut it 'bleeds' a reddish juice. At its youngest stages of development it is regarded as edible though it becomes tougher with age.
What struck me most were the wonderful patterns made by tubes on the underside of each bracket. The tubes are not connected to each other like they are on bolete fungi.
This example is past its prime and has been eaten in places by small invertebrates.
BEST VIEWED LARGE.
This weed grows abundantly in my garden (most weeds love my garden!!) But it has some healing properties which I have never tried yet But .....
Plantago major ("broadleaf plantain" or "greater plantain") is a species of Plantago, family Plantaginaceae. The plant is native to most of Europe and northern and central Asia,[1][2][3] but has widely naturalised elsewhere in the world.[1][4][5][6][7]
Plantago major is one of the most abundant and widely distributed medicinal crops in the world. A poultice of the leaves can be applied to wounds, stings, and sores in order to facilitate healing and prevent infection. The active chemical constituents are aucubin (an anti-microbial agent), allantoin (which stimulates cellular growth and tissue regeneration), and mucilage (which reduces pain and discomfort). Plantain has astringent properties, and a tea made from the leaves can be ingested to treat diarrhea and soothe raw internal membranes.
Broadleaf plantain is also a highly nutritious wild edible, that is high in calcium and vitamins A, C, and K. The young, tender leaves can be eaten raw, and the older, stringier leaves can be boiled in stews and eaten.
Mansfield is just one of the towns historically frequented by the Kelly gang. Stringy Bark Creek is the placed where the gang fatally shot three policemen and led to the famous siege at Glenrowan. More on the legend of the Kelly gang later perhaps, but on the way to the Stringy Bark Creek shootout point we passed this fruit tree orchard in the height of Autumn. The colours were vivid to say the least.
Jellyfish could put me in a trance. They could hypnotize me and get me to quit smoking, were I a smoker -- which I am not. I could watch these strange, wonderful things all day.
I'm not sure why I never uploaded these until now. They're from nearly a year ago!
We popped in very briefly to see Australia 1992, which focuses on the struggle of the indigenous people of the Torres Strait islands to have their right to belong to the land where they live. In 1992 they won a landmark ruling. This is Buluwana, Female Ancestor by John Mawurndjul, painted in 1989. Painted on stringy bark, it is reminiscent of body painting, particularly the cross-hatching in ochre, which is often used in Arnhem Land.
Rufus is glad to have his own pumpkin to munch on. If I don't give each of the five goats a large chunk, Slim and Turbo, the large goats, will push the smaller ones out of the way and steal their portion. Patrons of Wright-Locke Farm have dropped off a large number of pumpkins for the goats to eat.
I found this unknown goop in some Easter eggs. It’s just as cold, but less runny, than the green Slime I remember from childhood.
I discovered that this stuff dissolves Silly Putty. When I mix them, the Silly Putty becomes soft, and then stringy, and now smelly and very sticky. It adheres to paper and skin… The blob on my desk is starting to worry me a bit.