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1920's Bathroom
Light walls, White woodwork, a smart pattern in linoleum, modern fittings and colorful towels, sash curtains and bath rug, transform old and dingy bathrooms into attractive modern ones.
When she transformed into a butterfly,
the caterpillars spoke not of her beauty,
but of her weirdness.
They wanted her to change back
into what she had always been.
But she had wings.
-Dean Jackson
A few weeks ago Alex Currie, Valerie Kasinski, Elaina Trapani and I took a little road-trip to Taughannock falls.
Elaina gracefully modeled this set of wings and looked absolutely magical! I made the wings a few weeks prior, they are manually cut, painted, wired, and stitched together by hand. I have a few more test wings to create and then may start selling on etsy!
i'm transforming!know this is the third stage i just have to wait for the red part to come in.know this IS the winter time.like it!?
Lark bunting
A group of lark buntings spent much of the winter at the Carrizo Plain. Here is a male nearly transformed into breeding plumage
Je suis comme un océan transformé en lac et qui aurait la nostalgie de ses marées, de ses vagues et de ses tempêtes.
Geneviève Dormann
Artiste, écrivaine, Journaliste (1933 - 2015)
Merci beaucoup pour votre visite, les gentils commentaires et les favoris. / Many thanks for your visit, kind comments and favs.
TSCHE-CHU-CHU-CHU-TSCHE
Fully transformable LEGO Rubik's Cube - Rubrikon. Check out the previous photos for close ups.
My first look at the 6 piece Triplets Brave Doll Set. It was released by the Disney Store on Monday May 14, 2012 online and in stores, along with many other Brave merchandise. It's cost is $19.50 US. The set consists of the triplet princes in kilts as 4 1/2'' tall dolls, and the three bear cubs, as 4 3/4'' tall hollow plastic cases for the princes to transform into cubs. The prince dolls have arms and legs that are molded into fixed positions on their bodies; only their heads can move.
First I photographed the set in the unopened box. Then with the dolls taken out of the box, but still attached to the inner cardboard backing, which slides out of the box like a tray.
Great days the VR era, not so great was the condition of most of them in the latter days (the Cornwall based ones I hasten to add were far worse appearance wise than the Plymouth fleet).... maybe all those rural country roads?!
Any First's slogan of the 'First Transforming Travel' was rather inappropriate when it came to the VRs but I guess it wasn't worth the time and money to really smarten them all up.
Anyway 38928 gained the front grill of 38867 hence the mis-match with the rest of the livery, happily this VR is preserved and will one day I am sure look back to her superb best.
200 years ago:
Deichstrasse Herrengraben Baumwall Kehrwiederspitze
sowie Pre Speicherstadt und Hafencity
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My friend, life has been good to you..
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A transforming adult (land form to aquatic form) of a Red-spotted Newt (Notophthalmus viridescens viridescens) on Pincushion Moss (Leucobryum glaucum). Bug Safari Day, Catoctin Mountains, Frederick County, Maryland.
A wedge-tailed shearwater (Ardenna pacifica) fledgling idly waits at the entrance to its burrow. It watches the day sky for an adult to return from fishing and regurgitate a meal. At night it can see the procession of the stars and moon across the sky. Outfitted with most of its adult plumage and only a few remaining wisps of down, it will soon be abandoned. In about a week or so, with little more than an overwhelming urge programmed in its genes, it will learn to fly and navigate and fish on its own.
When you need your package to arrive at your spaceport as quickly as possible
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Has opening cockpit, retractable landing gear, and removable cargo box that opens up.
This started around the white 6 x 6 “train roof” wedge part. I’ve seen it in quite a few builds online over the years and I never owned before so I added a pair to one of previous BL orders so I could see if I could use it myself.
“There can be no transforming of darkness into light and of apathy into movement without emotion” (Carl Gustav Jung)
Thanks to Neighya for texture
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Best in large
I have over 15 000 views on my photostream now, and its a long time since I started on Flickr. And I wonder if I should do this still.
I see some get over 100 and more faves for really bad and cliché photos, but others that make artistic work struggle to get 15 faves. Sharpen up people, do not always please someone cause you can get an invite or fave back. I really dont like that side of Flickr. You should have some critical sense when commenting.
I joined Flickr in may 2010. Since then I have got one picture with faves over 70 (76), 2 pictures with 50 faves, 2 pictures with 40 something faves, 19 between from 30 to 39, and the rest under 30.
And I have posted 1 858 photos from SL and a few rl.
I know that not all of them are good, but I still wonder if its worth all the work I put in my pictures. Maybe I should use the time for something else or somewhere else.
Transformed a very bland boring photo into something a little more dramatic, heavy post processing but I like the effect to be honest.
Some painters transform the sun into a yellow spot, others transform a yellow spot into the sun.
Pablo Picasso
Some morning sun shining on Carol's art.
Es una especie exótica en la zona pampeana.
Vino con las primeras cabezas de ganado. Tal vez sus semillas vinieron enredadas en las crines de los animales.
Pero con los años su reproducción ha sido de tal magnitud que se ha transformado en un ícono de la Pampa.
Cardo Castillo llamado científicamente Cynara cardunculus.
Les agradezco sus visitas a mi galería de fotos.
Argentina Septiembre de 2014
The first place we headed to once arriving at Death Valley on this round was Dante’s View. Here, at 5’476 feet (1,669 meters) above sea level, you get an outstanding view of a good chunk of the park overlooking Badwater Basin. As Badwater Basin is as low as 282 feet (86 meters) below sea level, this is seen from well over a mile up. This year, however, water has been present in the basin. That’s not unheard of, though the fact this water has been there for better than five months is. The park was hit by Hurricane Hillary last year that dumped more rain in the park in an hour than it typically receives in a year. Considered a ‘millennial event’, the result was major damage throughout the park from flooding, transforming the face of the park in many places overnight. Wildrose Road and Titus Canyon are still impassable and may take many years to recover.
The park is still getting rain as of this past week in an ongoing event that meteorologists have dubbed an ‘atmospheric river’. That has left the park with 4.9 inches of rain over the last six months, which is more than double the normal 2 inches of annual rainfall. That has been good for the wildflowers found in Death Valley, though few are evident in the Badwater region due to the high concentration of salt. That salt is apparent here as white spread throughout the basin. Whenever water covers Badwater Basin, it becomes the ephemeral pluvial body known as Lake Manly. According to NASA’s Surface Water and Ocean Topography (SWOT) satellite, Lake Manly spread to 6 miles long and 3 miles wide in early February of this year, ranging as deep as 3 feet. It was fascinating to be here during such an historical occurrence.
Across the basin from here is snowcapped Telescope Peak in the Panamint Mountain Range. At 11, 049 feet (3368 meters), it is the highest peak in Death Valley National Park.
I transformed the lunar space station into a Martian land base for colonization.
The blocks / modules are perfect.
I also made a small NPU with train part number 55768. It makes excellent glass roof/skylight :)
“Personal transformation can and does have global effects. As we go, so goes the world, for the world is us. The revolution that will save the world is ultimately a personal one.”
Marianne Williamson
❖ Canción: www.youtube.com/watch?v=kFU7nRe7C0A&ab_channel=wardruna
[Basado en RP]
[13:24] Bri se quedaba quieta mientras el brujo empezaba a inmovilizarla con las cadenas de plata —Es la primera vez que tengo el apoyo de alguien una noche como esta durante tres años si esa es tu pregunta— confesaba nerviosa, sintiendo ese gesto que trataba de transmitirle fuerza y experimentando una especie de dejavú con Inar como cuando en un pasado le recordaba que debía ser más fuerte que la bestia para lograr controlarla ¿Ya estaría delirando? No estaba segura, pero los ánimos del mutado y de Inar le vinieron bien en esos momentos para coger confianza en sí misma mientras sentía de nuevo esos escalofríos, pero esta vez más violentos. Eran como latigazos que recorrían su espina dorsal, su piel se erizaba y su respiración se agitaba iniciando una sudoración nerviosa. Los ojos azul limón de la maldita se tornaban anaranjados y brillantes como si fueran llamas, permitiéndole empezar a agudizar sus sentidos —¡Marcha!— pedía a Eldridge, sintiendo su sangre bullir y llegando a escuchar voces fuera de la cueva. Los aldeanos preocupados al otro lado de la montaña en la posada, los alaridos de las bestias que ya despertaban desde la lejanía, el goteo del agua en la cueva de la náyade y los continuos latidos del brujo. Eso le tranquilizaba en parte, porque sabía que estaba ahí, que continuaba siendo su apoyo y que no dudaría en pararla si fuera necesario a espadazos para que no hiciera daño al resto.
[13:31] Eldridge podía ver a la cazadora, la mujer que había aguantado durante tres años aquellas noches sin ningún tipo de apoyo ni ayuda. El mutado había salido al exterior ante su orden y tal como habían quedado cerraba la entrada de la cueva. El gran pedrusco resonó haciendo eco en ese estruendoso golpe que levantó el polvo de la piedra. Eldridge se quedó en el exterior quieto esperando con los ojos cerrados, quería escuchar el proceso de la transformación y su resultado ¿Lograría Bri controlarse? ¿Lograría dominar a la bestia? Podía escuchar el crujir de los huesos, en ese característico ruido como si se rompiera algo y se volviera a construir uniendo piezas, era un sonido de lo más siniestro pero el brujo carente de sentimientos no respondía ante esos posibles estímulos de ‘temor’ ‘miedo’ ‘angustia’ el semblante era serio. De momento el paciente brujo aguardaba a la espera de los gruñidos de la bestia del interior de la cueva.
[13:36] Bri confusa e inquieta, la rubia de cortos cabellos terminaba por caer de rodillas al suelo ahogando un grito de puro dolor, doblegada por la voluntad del licántropo que habitaba en su interior y que la fatídica Luna Llena exigía que saliera a la luz ¿Esta vez la podría controlar como la anterior? ¿Sería al final aquello un caso aislado? ¿Mataría al brujo si lograba salir de la cueva? Aquellas dudas tan solo pasaron fugaces por su mente cuando quedaba casi inconsciente con el inicio de la metamorfosis. El primer grito fue desgarrador, una presión inhumana naciendo de la punta de los dedos le desfiguraba sus pequeñas manos. Sus uñas se alargaban y endurecían, abriendo paso a unas poderosas garras peludas que desgarraban la carne humana. Este proceso fue simultáneo al de los pies, transformándose en unas gigantescas pezuñas que se aferraban a la tierra con furia al igual que sus zarpas, hundiendo la tierra bajo la atroz fuerza de estas. La maldita agonizaba entre gritos y jadeos de puro tormento mezclados con gruñidos de la bestia que feroz y ansiosa se despertaba en ella. El siguiente y doloroso cambio fue el que de sentir como si le rajaran las encías con cuchillos desde dentro y escarbaran hasta lograr sacar unos enormes colmillos afilados, creando un alargado hocico y el alargamiento de sus orejas. La transformación terminó cuando el vello empezó a marcar todo su robusto y monstruoso cuerpo bípedo soltando un feroz rugido que resonaba por todas las paredes de la cueva creando eco. La mujer lobo se miró a sí misma, tratando de imponerse contra la bestia que luchaba con domar su conciencia, pero no, quería ser más fuerte que ella y esta vez le quiso echar un pulso ¿Lo había logrado? Cerró los ojos con fuerza, tenía hambre, mucha y podía invadirle las fosas nasales el aroma del brujo. Había sido mala cosa no comer nada por culpa de los nervios, pero creía ser capaz de controlarla. Se sentía como la anterior Luna Llena, pero la diferencia es que tenía mucha hambre.