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The troll-land ...this's my latest creation guys. I think that the title suits the picture perfectly... after creating this image I just could not get that title out of my head ;-) so decided to stick to it... I hope you will like... (C) All of my photographs (pictures) are Copyrighted & All Rights Reserved (c) *** High Resolution Images are available on request *.... Thanks in advance
6th build in my Iron Builder round against LittleJohn, using the Toy Winder Key part in dark orange.
Trollstigen (Trolls' Path) is a serpentine mountain road in Rauma, Møre og Romsdal, Norway. It is part of Norwegian National Road 63 that connects the town of Åndalsnes in Rauma and the village of Valldal in Norddal. It is a popular tourist attraction due to its steep incline of 9% and eleven hairpin bends up a steep mountainside. During the top tourist season, about 2,500 vehicles pass daily.
The picture is taken on 2.of October 2013, and the autumn color is starting to take over. The road will close for the season in a month or two, depending on the weather...
My entry for Round 2 of The Tourney.
My category was: Possibly one of the strangest and most dangerous semi-sentient creatures in the lands, fire trolls are known to live deep underground near lava reservoirs; their unnaturally heat-resistant skin allows them to survive the high temperatures found there. Another strange feature is their ability to breath fire; this is thanks to a liquid they spray from glands in their mouths. This liquid is incredibly valuable as it is used to make Enalican Fire. Your character’s job is to hunt down one of these trolls and harvest the liquid. While an underground scene is encouraged, it is not required.
My guild is the Archdukes of Chaa-Buk-Buk, and my opponent is LegoFin. Good Luck!
As you may be able to see, I did not have time for a scene. I did, however, have time for a quite massive troll (by my standards, at least). My main focus was on articulation: I included joints at the ankles, knees, hips, waist, neck, elbow, and two joints per finger. The shoulders have two different joints to allow for three directions of rotation. As such, this figure is very pose-able. Most of my time was spent on the head, which took me three hours to get right.
My apologies for the bad pictures. They were taken at the last minute to make the deadline. I may be retaking them next weekend.
More pictures:
Well , at least they're pretending to listen . I told them I wanted to get the studio cleaned up some so I could take some pictures . So people would know what the studio looked like . They keep wanting to make toys and I have to explain that's elves that do that .
Be wary of the loathsome troll
that slyly lies in wait
to drag you to his dingy hole
and put you on his plate. ... ;)
A lovely little pond with the typical bent Icelandic birches at the beginning of a trail that leads up to Svartifoss waterfall. This spot immediately reminded me of all the troll tales I had ever read :)
This was taken above Serenity Falls in Buderim from under a small walkway bridge. I got up at 4am, did all the normal things thinking it was ok outside, opened the Garage door only to find it raining lightly, so went back to bed, woke up at 6am noticed the sun was just starting to show its face. So thought I would try again, was able to get about an hour in the forest before it started raining again :-)
For FC's Spooky Minifigure Contest
Lurking in the deep, dark enchanted forests, this green troll wants to cast a spell over you!
Troll found in Iceland, with ripples on the waters surface from its heavy feet stomping, sending scary vibrations towards me. The Troll was searching for a evening meal, but i was careful to steady the tripod while keeping out of harms way by not getting too close to this hungry beast this dusk - its peak hunting time.
Under the snow
not under a bridge.
Is where this troll
of the snow dose live.
Many have tried to
play in the snow.
Only to return with
cold noses and toes.
Always seeking
refuge that a warm
home can give.
Be careful when
you venture out,
that your trip is
quick
Remember, under the
snow, is where the
snow troll dose live.
If trolls existed, then definitely they had to live here.
The famous Trollstigen mountain road.
Norway
Entry for the Masterpiece November Monthly Contest, the theme being "Medieval".
Credit goes to Radrix for the Ogrum Mask + Euripides Body part combo idea.
Something different from other kind of photos that l take This Doll was given to me as a present in the early seventes...
Troll dolls were originally created in 1959 by Danish fisherman and woodcutter Thomas Dam. Dam could not afford a Christmas gift for his young daughter Lila and carved the doll from his imagination. ... They became one of the United States' biggest toy fads from the autumn of 1963 to 1965.
"Green George" by artist Thomas Dambo -
Christiania, Copenhagen, Denmark
Flickr Explore, 2025-01-27.
History of the trolls
Far to the North, where the winter storms from the Arctic Ocean lash the unsheltered coasts, lies a long and narrow country. In our time the country is covered with snow and ice only during the winter, but long, long ago a heavy, thousand year old glacier towered over the country. As the climate slowly changed and the glacier receded northwards, people who lived south of the glacier followed it. They took the country for their own and called it Norway. The people were called Norwegians. They saw that the country was very beautiful and thought that they were the first inhabitants, but it was not long before they discovered that the country was already occupied by a lot of strange creatures who lived in the most peculiar places.
In the mountains, of which there were many, lived the trolls. The chief of them all was Dovregubben. Some of the trolls were extremely large, while others could be really small, and they were all very old. They were only to be seen at night, or at dusk, because such creatures of course did not tolerate the light of day. If they did not get into the mountains before the sun shone they cracked or turned to stone. The trolls were like people, but had only four fingers on each hand and four toes on each foot. Otherwise they all had long noses (troll wives often used their noses to stir the cooking pot when they made soup or porridge), they were shaggy and rough-haired, and every one of them had a tail which resembled a cow's rump.
Even though they were frightening, they were often good-natured and gullible, and sometimes smart farm boys could fool them. Among their many supernatural abilities was that they could re-shape themselves. Sometimes the troll girls became unbelievably beautiful young women. They were called wood nymphs, and they lured many a hunter and unsuspecting farmer's son with them into the mountains. Therefore it was better to try and see them from behind, because they could not hide the cow's rump. Sometimes, too, the trolls spellbound and took beautiful alpine farm girls and dairymaids into the mountains, and not many of them got out again.
The troll children, of course, got up to the most unbelievable tricks, and the troll husbands could get extremely angry. It was therefore best to keep in with the trolls and the subterranean people. One tried to avoid irritating them, because they could wreak revenge by bringing disease and death to the livestock. On the other hand, if one had a good relationship with them, the livestock could yield much milk and get fat and sleek. That was why a well-filled bowl of porridge was put into the barn for them every Christmas Eve, and the porridge was always eaten up.
Then, as now, some people say they can glimpse the trolls when walking in the forest and fields, so it is prudent to be extra careful when one walks in nature, especially when it starts to get dark. You never know what is out there or what you may meet. Remember that the trolls can see you!
Eagle in some early sunshine coming up the river trolling for some fish. Liked the river shine reflecting back up onto the eagle's head that was in otherwise shadow from the back-light conditions.
Rita the Troll by Thomas Dambo sits in the area of Victor, Co mountains with the American Eagle mine in the back ground.
Cascada de 62 m. de altura, según una leyenda un colono ocultó un cofre lleno de oro en su interior, el troll de la imagen lo vigila.
Trolls View
Where they watch from
Flickr: www.flickriver.com/photos/iainmerchant/
Art & Photography: www.theartoflife.gallery
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Thomas’ Australian-first exhibition Giants of Mandurah will see an iconic series of his larger-than-life wooden sculptures take up residence in picturesque secret locations throughout Mandurah in the Peel region.
Der Hvítserkur ist ein Basaltfelsen an der Ostküste der Halbinsel Vatnsnes im Nordwesten von Island.
Der etwa 15 m hohe Felsen, der an zwei Stellen ausgehöhlt ist, liegt am Húnafjörður und ist Nistplatz verschiedener Vogelarten, wie etwa der Dreizehenmöwen und des Eissturmvogels.
Einer isländischen Sage nach soll es sich bei dem Felsen um einen Troll handeln, der von der Sonne versteinert wurde, als er das Kloster Þingeyrar mit Steinen bewarf.
Hvítserkur is a 15 meters high cliff and protrudes out of the sea. The sea erosion has carved holes through its foundations and sculptured it in the unique shape it is today.
Legend has it that this is a troll turned into stone when he was surprised by the sun while attacking a nearby abbey with rocks.
3 months earlier
Battle was over. Dead bodies lied around the barrack at the outskirt of Dalmanutha. Some loreesi guards, a few green skinned orcs but mostly lenfel knights. A whole army of proud young men. They were a glorious invading army a few hours before, swarmed the barrack in the faith of confident victory. But suddenly a band of ferociuos orcs appeared from the buildings and they changed the outcome of the battle.
Burlogh O'Rohal wiped the blood from his face and walked to the dying Sir Edvyn. - You fought well, old man. You defended the holding of Lord Mencot. Now go and meet your ancestors! The warchief saluted as life went out of the knight's body. Come on, lads, bury our fallen comrades then have a drink for their souls!
Two days later
Lord Mencot checked the list of casualties then left out a loud sigh. - Warchief Burlogh, I need to thank for your intervention. Without you I would have lost not only all my brave soldiers but my barrack and my supplies. Please, name the price of your help.
A wide smile spread across the troll's face. - Do't worry, human, you can keep your money. I only need a small favour. Grant me acces to the Great Library of Dalmanutha...
Nowdays
And that is the true story how Bleeding Claws get the newest plans of the greatest military engineers in Roawia.
My entry for Mark's Castle Battle Contest - Epic Siege category.