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Plight of the Pantanal: A Wetland on Fire !
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Jaguars are dying.
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The intense look of a male jaguar on the hunt in the Pantanal wetland, Brazil.
Naun Amable Silva
it is already 2008!!! 12 noon here now in manila and the ball in new york has just dropped (watching it on cable). it is so exciting that with the power of technology you get to see new year fireworks all day all night all over the world!!!
party on my friends, but remember: treat each day as the last - do not afraid to break the rules, but stay within reason, trust more and forgive quickly, love dearly and deeply, dance like you have never done before, laugh uncontrollably, and never regret anything that made you smile!
happy new year my friends!!!
Pack your kids, grab your moms & dads (no excuses, even sleepy ones) and race to the park! @ 9am sharp, slides will be slid, swings will be swung, and chaos will officially be unleashed. Cookies may mysteriously disappear, giggles will be uncontrollable, and someone’s dad might get stuck in the tunnel again. Be there or regret forever! 🎉
Freddy Kungler
Visit this location at Puffball Park (G Rated) in Second Life
A Wicked Turn
Acte 19
One must be Methodical
Dropping her hand, she questioned him…
“What have you forgotten to do, my dear thief?”
He stood still, hoping she would just obligingly tell him what to do next.
She happily did so...
“My closet! Gaston your always forgetting any good burglar worth his salt checks a damsel’s closet for brooches and such left on by ladies far too lazy to remove them from one's party frocks. I swear Gaston You would make a horrible burglar in real life. You would positively starve if it were not for being directed by someone like me!”
She chortled at her wit.
He just smiled, thanking her inwardly for being ever so much a big help to her poor Darling ‘Gaston’!
He turned to his right and headed straight to the closet, curious as to what he was expected to find inside?
Opening the door, a long floor length mirror was revealed, allowing one to see into the interior of the bedroom behind him.
Including the reflection of his most helpful victim as she stood there in all her jewelled and tight-fitting emerald satin attired glory!
She keenly watching his progress with an eager interest, as he stole a look at her reflection, muttering happily to himself…
“Best get this over with quickly, then attend to the lady and her finery!”
He turned to look back inside, and was met with a designer like an assortment of colourful dresses, gowns, and other fancy attire!
A quite nice, if not downright beguiling, display of soft velvets, slinky silks, sleek satins, frilled lace, and shiny leather.
He quickly began his task at hand, letting his thinly gloved fingers feel through the wonderfully sleek fabrics for anything hard and metallic.
On one velvet number he felt something like a necklace around its top, he pulled it out, but disappointedly it was a rhinestone collared frock.
He tossed it onto the bed and resumed his search as she could be heard softly giggling behind him...
“Nope, nothing on that one, but don’t quit just yet!
He stole a glance at her from the mirror, then he turned back into working the closet.
The glance revealed that his ‘mentor’ was watching him eagerly, her whole being quivering in anticipation head down to spiky heeled foot!
He fingered a satiny white ruffled blouse, he decided he had better keep tabs on this one, still not sure what exactly her game was all on about?
He muttered to himself…
“They were her jewels after all, weren’t they? Indeed, rather valuable for mere playthings!”
There had to be something inside here!
He thought as he let drop the satin blouse and plunged his gloved hands inside again and felt around.
This time he was rewarded by feeling a slight prick of something solid and sharp.
He pulled out a luxuriously long black satin number and saw it had two ruby clips attached to its bodice.
He held it up to the mirror so she could see.
she clapped gleefully, watching him pull free the ruby clips from the evening gown and casually flipped them into his bag on the floor.
“Well done Gaston!”
He looked up at her, as the slinky black gown was indifferently added to the growing pile on her bed.
He could see by her reflection that she was excitedly eating it up.
Then she suddenly resumed back into her character of being the hapless victim.
And began to miserably plead…
“Please mister burglar don't take everything of mine! I am sure there is nothing more inside!”
He smiled, wondering how she would react when she eventually found out that indeed, she was a hapless victim of her game!?
Turning his attention once again to her closet he moved aside the hangers, revealing a set of shelves set in the back that contained a nice selection of sensible shoes, wedged pumps, glossy spiked heels and designer style purses.
One purse caught his ever-appraising eyes, a small gold clutch with what looked like (and probably was) a diamonded clasp!
He pulled it out and tossed the expensive bugger into the bag.
“Oui , Good eye Gaston! It's almost like you were a real thief.”
She gurgled this, shivering in delight, as her earrings and necklace flickered along with her figure, like uncontrollable wildfires.
He watched the enticing show from her reflection in the handy door length mirror.
Then he turned back to the closet.
For, as he was moving the dresses over to look into the shelves, his eye had caught sight of a black leather jacket with a belt studded by what must have been a thousand rhinestones.
He now pulled it out and searched its pockets, mainly to tease her a bit further, for he imagined that “Gaston” would do such a thing!
So, he was utterly surprised when his gloved fingertips felt something cold and a bit weighty in a side pocket!
He slipped it out and found he was holding a solid gold cigarette case, which he added to the ever-growing collection in his bag!
His “Mentor” trilled as he did so, exclaiming with happy surprise...
“I had wondered where that had gotten off to luv! The matching lighter should be there too!”
He reached back in, and there it was, as well as a small ivory and ebony gold ringed cigarette holder.
Both of which quickly joined their companion in the now bulging bag.
He then pulled off the shimmery belt.
Even with rhinestones, it was worth a pretty penny he reasoned.
As started to pitch it into the case, he heard the Lady helpfully exclaim in the background, a good idea she said excitedly.
“Save that for when you tie me up to take my jewels!”
Shaking his head, why not? he tossed the belt to the helpful lass’s feet…
Thinking he was quite finished with the closet as he held the leather jacket, he for no rhyme or reason, took the time to hang it back up rather than adding it to the pile on the bed.
But It was as he did so that something, a most decidedly not rhinestone something, flashed in the dim lights in the gap that had been made where the leather jacket had hung!
He eagerly reached in and pulled out a lovely long brown, silky soft, liquidly appearing gown.
Holding it up triumphantly, he looked down at the dazzling sparkles of a magnificent gem-encrusted brooch that was suspended from the gown’s wide centre waistline.
“Good show Gaston!”
She exclaimed in the background.
His eyes left the brooch and looked into the mirror at her.
She was clapping, rings and bracelets, earrings and Coronet, the whole lot, erupting into a million pinpricks of fire as she did so!
He felt his manhood rising precariously as he looked her over, feeling the effect, even from this distance, her primitively carnal arousal!
She eagerly continued, spilling her emotions into her words!
“Mon Mari, I was going to tease you later if you were to ‘ave missed that one, and I was sure you were going to!”
“Tsk!” he said to himself. wonder what the teasing part would have entailed!
At the same time his mind was picturing this, he automatically, without taking his eyes off the mirror, pulled off the brooch and nonchalantly pocketing the breathtakingly pretty jewel before throwing the scintillatingly downy soft feeling soft gown onto the shiny pile already laying strewn about the bed.
It flashed through his mind that the fancy dresses strewn about could have been the striplings from that many jewel encrusted maidens, like this one, and what a delightful haul that would have been to carry out!
Savouring those thoughts, he turned once again to focus his attention, on the rather all too helpful Miss, his eyes traveling unabashedly up and down her figure.
Time was a-wasting!
Sometimes I re-name him to Pedro le Torpedo, cause he is uncontrollable. Mostly in the morning when everyone is asleep.
shot with Nikon Df, edited with VSCO + Kodak Ektar 100
A track ganger scoots past Oamaru's loco depot in the early 1980s on his motorised jigger.
The arty slow shutter speed was an uncontrollable feature of Mum's old 35mm camera.
“I don’t miss you, I miss who I thought you were”
It’s funny, when I first read that quote my mind was drawn to someone. It usually is no matter who you are. But what happens if the person you’re talking about in this, isn’t the ex, or the one who hurt you, or another person. What happens if the one you’re saying “I don’t miss you, I miss who I thought you were” was yourself.
Shelby Tanner, is one heck of an amazing photographer and person (who I will tag) she told me a story at the beginning of this project about a boy. She fell in love with him and he didn’t have the same beliefs as her. That can be one of the most dangerous mixes ever. Those feelings, whether they’re ‘love’ or not, lead you into this uncontrollable but blissful place. But when you’re in that state with someone who doesn’t respect your beliefs or you, you end up falling into patterns that aren’t you. Aren’t who you want to be.
Most people go into a relationship one way and come out another and usually that’s a good thing. It’s a part of growing but what happens when it’s a toxic change? I’ve watched people come out of a relationship as a completely different person and I’ve watched them do some stupid things because of it.
I don’t think you can ever really know who you are because you’re always changing. But you can always know who you want to be. However, I’ve watched one too many people lose that because of a relationship. I’ve seen one too many people conform to something they’re not to make someone else happy.
That best friend I always talk about said an another amazing thing, “I don’t think you’re ready to be happy with someone until you’re happy with yourself.”
I used to be anti-relationships. I thought they were lame and a waste of time. But you know, sometimes it’s nice to get that feel good, jittery, I can’t stop smiling feeling. There’s a balance though because trust me, you do not want to be standing there saying “I don’t miss you, I miss the person I thought your were.” to your reflection in the mirror.
God has a plan for you and he has someone who’s going to love you for you. Not for the things he expects you to be. Not for those things he wishes he could change. Because let’s be honest, almost all of us once in our life have wanted to change something about someone we were involved with. You can’t do it, or at least you can’t do it and call it love. Look at how God loves us, even though we’re as messed up as we all are he finds us so amazing and beautiful and incredible. I think that’s what makes love so amazing because someone can know everything about you and still think you’re just the most beautiful person in the world.
That sounds great doesn’t it? But there’s a catch. I think we all need to stop being so oblivious to the danger of those good feelings. We all complain so much about heart break but heart break is so small compared to the things of God and what he has planned. Are you really willing to give your future, your eternity, your faith, those miracles, that joy and peace away for someone who won’t take the time to try to understand you?
I will tell every person until the day I die this “you should never settle. You deserve the best.” In the bible god creates this amazing, breath taking garden for Adam and Eve. He wants us to be blessed and he wants us to enjoy his glory. He wants us to have the best so why are you settling for someone who reminds you every day of those things that you wish you could be but that you’ll never be?
Why do you keep telling yourself things will change when you know that something is changing but it’s not those things…it’s you?
'No one can serve two masters. Either he will hate the one and love the other, or he will be devoted to the one and despise the other. You cannot serve both God and Money.' Matthew 6:24
If we changed money into the name of that person you’re involved with would you understand how that relationship is affecting you? Would you be able to see how it has gotten to the point where you are ‘serving’ them and trying to keep them happy no matter how you feel.
God knows you and accepts you. He loves you unconditionally, in a way that that other person never can. So why are you telling yourself you’re not good enough or that you need to be better when the only perfect person tells you you’re beautiful and that they love you?
Don’t settle. Don’t give up on what you want. Don’t surrender your life to a man or woman. Don’t lose yourself in the process because love isn’t about hiding and transforming. It’s about finding and accepting.
So tell me, if you were to really think about it, next time you say “I don’t miss you, I miss who I thought you were” are you talking to someone you once loved or are you talking to yourself?
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I want to give you all of me, the underneath,
want you to show me imperfection is actually love
I thought, cursed, I was cursed, destined to be lonely
a circle in a world of squares where nobody knows me
So with every footstep I must follow the kissing moments
I thought were impossible
Breathe gentle, be gentle
don’t leave me behind
cause love goes faster
gentle, be gentle
never let me go when love goes faster
I will be gentle
See, photographs have only two dimensions
but love defies all logic in a picture
above all that is physical, I’m falling
Falling uncontrollably, it terrifies me, so
So if my compass, it fails me
and I feel I’m walking blind
don’t say goodbye don’t let me hide
oh please don’t let me spiral
tortured by you, oh, sweet torture!
I am a pirate, love my fortune
the walls have fallen now
the key is yours to turn, I’m breathing
Breathe gentle, be gentle
don’t leave me behind
cause love goes faster
gentle, be gentle
never let me go when love goes faster
I will be gentle
Every time I run somehow love is faster
Without you loneliness is everlasting
I still feel you but I hear you loudly
Screaming: “please wait for me”
Cause I don’t want to hurt you
And I don’t want to loose this love this time.
Se cerco lo vedo, l'amore va veloce e tu stai indietro
Se cerchi mi vedi Il bene più segreto
sfugge all'uomo che non guarda avanti mai!
models: me and Alexiaa Allen
pose: ! MEYA ! ~ Be Mine Group Freebie
::flipping through your file, leaving bloody fingerprint smudges on each page as I shake my head disapprovingly:: You're lucky I had time to work you in to my schedule today, My New Pet. Your outburst and assault on other patients today has landed you a spot in my rigorous regimen. ::slowly pacing back and forth, pretending to still read your chart:: I'm Dr. Renwick Paynesworth, I'm sure you've heard some of my family members refer to me as Rook during your stay. I grew up here and spent most of my free time playing chess with the criminally insane. I have based my methods of therapy mainly on what I observed to be effective by my predecessors. ::tossing the chart in the trash, I bend down to eye level, making sure I have your complete attention:: Now that we've gotten to know one another, this is what's going to happen... ::leaning in close, whispering in hot breath against your ear:: I'm going to break you. ::pulling my mask down over my face with an uncontrollable smile:: You just need to be taught some discipline. Soon I won't even have to restrain you, you will do as I say willingly...and fearfully. ::picking up the scalpel, I run the dull side along your cheek:: I think we should bring out some of your inner beauty. Don't be scared. It will only hurt the entire time I'm doing it. Pain is weakness leaving the body. Someday you'll thank me for all of this.
(In world name HaydenVonHeathen)
The Untouchable Sun
burning high above
In the Periwinkle time
he dreams of things forbidden
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Periwinkles in my garden. I love the flowers even if the plant is an uncontrollable monster.
We're fostering this little monster over the weekend for the SPCA (where girlfriend works). WE'RE NOT KEEPING HER. Two cats are enough.
She's fits in your hand and has a big noggin that she can't control. After she eats she spends about 5 minutes licking her face and I try my best to catch it. I convinced her giant head is impossible to catch in focus. Especially since halfway through eating she begins to shake uncontrollably. It's pretty adorable.
Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince 24
Chapter 24 : Sectumsempra
Blood spurted from Malfoy's face and chest as though he has been slashed with an invisible sword. He staggered backwards and collapsed on to the waterlogged floor with a great splash, his wand falling from his limp right hand.
'No -' gasped Harry.
Slipping and staggering, Harry got to his feet and plunged towards Malfoy, whose face was now shining scarlet, his white hands scrabbling at his blood-soaked chest.
'No - I didn't -'
Harry did not know what he was saying ; he fell to his knees beside Malfoy, who was shaking uncontrollably in a pool of his own blood. Moaning Myrtle let out a deafening scream.
'MURDER! MURDER IN THE BATHROOM! MURDER!
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In which Harry sees Malfoy with Moaning Myrtle on the Maurader's map, resulting in Harry trying to sneak up on them and Malfoy jinxing Harry. Harry uses the spell 'Septumsempta' from the Half-Blood Prince's book without knowing how it works and rips Malfoy apart. Snape saves Malfoy and gives Harry detention - causing him to miss the Gryffindor Quiddich match. Gryffindor wins and at the celebration party, Harry kisses Ginny.
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Okay, so not as gory as the movie but I'm not great with blood - fake or not. I accidentally made a hexagon instead of an octagon...I am also not good with shapes. Its a pretty simple creation in general really, glad I was able to finally make use of those new windows we received in lug bulk!
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If you haven’t had a look already, please visit the previous builders pages. Their interpretations of the series are truly magical, you can see the full series in our Flickr group here.
Why? That one word has been drilling through my mind these past few days. Everything reminds me of you. Reminds me of how much I miss you. Reminds me of how much part of me wants you back into my life. Why? You won’t leave my mind. You’re like a child that has separation issues; you’re glued to me. And I’m finding it hard for myself just to say “no, you need to let go.” Why? Why is this happening now? Why can’t I stop? It’s like I’m addicted..addicted to the thought of the past. And so, I will uncontrollably get lost in the thought of you.
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Music and photography, photography and music these are very important things in my life. I often say that I can express myself by the sounds and images; it means that I ‘see, hear and feel by music and photos’.
Music and photography these are the greatest tools to verbalize myself I have ever had.
My headphones broke some time ago. My brother gave me the new one on my birthday. Now, I feel forceful and soulful. Music is inside me!
Thank U b. B. That's for U. Now everything will be ok with your uncontrollable sis, I promise =]
I'm leaving bitterness behind
this time I'm cleaning up my mind
there is no space for the regrets
I will remember to forget
I'm leaving anger in the past
with all the shadows that it caused
there is radar in my heart
I should have trusted from the start
peace will come to me
just wait and see
peace will come to me
it's inevitability
Der Palmenkletterer hat die wichtige Aufgabe, reife Kokosnüsse von der Palme abzuschlagen...und das so rechtzeitig, dass sie nicht unkontrolliert herunter fallen und jemanden verletzen können.
The palm climber has the important task of cutting off mature coconuts from the palm ... and so in time that they can not fall down uncontrollably and injure someone.
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HAPPY CINCO DE MAYO!!!!
Shrewsbury, the county town of Shropshire, is a historic market town with a medieval street plan, largely unaltered, due to the fact that it is restricted on 3 sides by the large loop of the River Severn. The longest river in the UK at 337km / 210 miles, the River Severn, starts its journey high up on the Welsh Mountain Plynlimon and flows down to the town, forming a meander around its centre, before continuing its journey onwards and down to the Bristol Channel. This walk, along the River Severn, forms part of the much longer and challenging Severn Way Walk.
As an uncontrollable force of nature - the river particularly here in Shrewsbury, has the propensity to flood, with the most recent serious flooding occurring in 2000, causing major social and economic hardship to the town and its inhabitants. Since then, flood alleviation schemes have been installed which have been successful in reducing, but not completely preventing flooding - so for this reason it vital that this geocache is NOT attempted when flood warning alerts are announced for the town or when the river is running at higher than normal levels.
There are 8 bridges within the loop of the Severn, allowing vehicular & pedestrian access into and out of the town. This multi-cache involves collecting answers to 8 questions at each of these bridges, which will then give you the co-ordinates to the final cache hidden at an interesting part of the river, a short distance further downstream. The cache container is a small lock & lock tub with enough room for small TB & geocoins. It contains certificates for the first 3 finders. Please find the final cache from above rather than below i.e.: from the road rather than the path close to the water.
The final cache site is frequently visited by muggles – hence the high difficulty rating - so please be careful when finding & replacing the cache.
This cache will involve a couple of hours walk along the river Severn in Shrewsbury. I have planned the route & questions to avoid climbing any steps up to the bridges or crossing any roads - making it ideal for cycles, pushchairs and wheelchair users. To ensure a flat route has meant however, that a short walk (200 yards) along a pavement next to a busy road is necessary at one stage.
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6.5 years old.
January 13 2020 aged 6 years and 10 months, sadly put to sleep after his epileptic fits became uncontrollable.
Run and join your friends over the rainbow bridge woofitator. xx
First, I wanted to give the title "the grace of the grass" to this pic, but it wasn't the idea I wanted to express.
Every blade of grass is unique, but forms a whole, which is subjected to the wind.
It bends, but it never breaks.
We all are blades of grass, and we are beautiful and powerful, even if we bends in front of uncontrollable things.
you make time to see your friends who live far away.
listen to good music in concerts.
laugh uncontrollably.
listen to each other.
go outside.
drink tea.
stand infront of a blue wall.
know you're not alone with your issues.
n.*Placidness:
a feeling of calmness; a quiet and undisturbed feeling.
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One of the 417 lakes of Mastigouche Wildlife Reserve, Québec, Canada.
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I think all art is about control - the encounter between control and the uncontrollable.
-Richard Avedon
The Crossing
Big Country
Stand on the silence of mountains and
Wear out your welcome again
Mornings hit hard with an uncontrollable light
Piercing the senses that click deep in the night
Crouched in a pillow of straw feet on the floor
Creeping a path to the mat that holds back the door
Pull straws with holy men
Stain all the atlas pink
And let us find a beach
Where we can cross our hearts
Build up great railways that run
Through the horns of the moon
Hold up a city with cast iron museum walls
Explain your machines to the boys feed them with tools
Bring out the skill in your skin polish your hair
Pull straws with holy men
Stain all the atlas pink
And let us find a beach
Where we can cross our hearts
Stand in the wind as the carousels spin
Wear out your welcome again
Stand on the silence of mountains
And take a look down to the sea
Stand in the wind as the carousels spin
Wear out your welcome again
Stand on the silence of mountains
And take a look down to the sea
Had been watching Weatherzone for about 4 days, and the promise of fog at Campbelltown at 6am was consistent over that time. Off I went on my lonesome to shoot an old shed that I have had my eye on for sometime now. As you can see from the image above, that worked out well!!!! No Fog, the shed still looked good (I'll be back), so I strolled down the nearby firetrail to Freres crossing instead. Myself and a mate had been here a few years back, so it seemed like a good opportunity to go shoot it again. This is a 4 shot pano, stitched and edited in PS CS5. Hope you like "The Crossing". Cheers, Mike
Alias: Frost Queen
Gender: Female
Allegiance: Villain
Backstory: Born with a terminal illness, she went through many hardships in her childhood. The other children in school were quite cruel to her, as they were probably insecure themselves. This led to her essentially shutting down. All sense of empathy, along with what's right, and wrong, was gone. She went through each day, just trying to make it one more day. New experimental treatments for her conditions were being tested, and she agreed, hoping it would alleviate the pain. Sure enough, it did. The length of time this "cure" would last would get shorter, and shorter, with each time the procedure is done. The time would come when it was essentially useless, and the fury that would build up inside her was uncontrollable. She ended up creating an icicle, which would impale the doctor that tried to reassure her. The turn to crime was not very surprising, with her new found abilities there to assist her. Currently, she's living on the outskirts of Cardinal City, in a castle made from ice. It's guarded by three frost giants, which will kill anyone who dares trespass. Will she find a cure, or will she die? Time will only tell.
Status: Still looking for a cure. May go to Doctor Frostbyte for help? Hmm.
Today's story and sketch "by me" I have traveled through the space time dimension stargate located in the back of the man cave to meet Doc Wannahang you see about to inform his patient Targas the spirit oak, the diagnosis of his condition. Targas was actually a really nice human pest exterminator Zooelda called to remove a family of gypsy goat herders that had taken up residence in the parking lot of her Dimension Two Moon Pie Shop, located on route 66 in Broken Drum Indiana. Targas was such a nice man with a great moustache, Zooelda married him. That romance only lasted 3 days, so rather than a messy divorce she used a gypsy voodoo dimension curse created the Dimension we are in today, Z-1911-3 and sent Targas into it as a spirit oak, every thing was fine this last 107 years, until a few weeks ago a family of Ramorians Miscalculated their dimension destination and spent their vacation camping next to Targas, not realizing their saucer landing gear had picked up a phytopalot fungus on the Phytopalot moon. The young voodoo doctor Wannahang has informed Targas he is suffering from a non lethal Sudden Sad Oak Fungus, and that he will be sneezing uncontrollably for the next six months, until next time taa ta the Rod Blog.
Excerpt from hiticeland.com:
The huge statue of Bárður Snæfellsás that is so noticeable when you drive into the small village or hamlet Arnarstapi was made by Ragnar Kjartansson one of Iceland most renowned sculptures. The statue is his interpretation of the giant character that dominates the area around Snæfellsjökull glacier.
Bárður is an extraordinary being from the time of settlement in Iceland. His story was written in Medieval times in the fifteenth century and is part of the Icelandic Sagas. His mother was one of the tallest and most beautiful women in her days, but his father Dumbur was a half-giant or a half-troll. Bárður was also considered extremely handsome with a large presence. In his youth, he was fostered by Dofri, the mountain-dweller, of Dovrefjell in Norway and received an excellent education and training. Bárður married Dorfi's daughter Flaumgerður and had three tall and beautiful daughters by her. Like he, she also had a human mother. After she had passed away he married Herþrúður his second wife who was human; he had six more daughters by her.
Along with his wife and daughters and some friends, Bárður emigrated to Iceland and settled at Djúpalón on the south coast of the Snæfellsnes Peninsula. Bárður's half brother Þorkell also emigrated with his family and settled at Arnarstapi. They were fleeing the tyranny of Harald, the king of Norway. His brother Þorkell had two sons, Sölvi, and Rauðfeldur.
Following an altercation after a rather dangerous prank played on Bárður's daughters by the half-brother's sons, Bárður was provoked to a point of uncontrollable anger. An event that made him extremely depressed and totally loose his mind in the end. Finally, he gave away all his land and all his earthly belongings and vanished into the Snæfellsnes Glacier. In the glacier, rumor has it, that he built an ice cave more in line with his troll or giant side. There, he became known as the Guardian Spirit of Snæfell as the locals worshiped him and looked at him as their savior. For centuries, they would call upon him in times of hardship and trouble. Bárður wandered the region wrapped in a gray cowl held together by a walrus-hide rope. In his hand was a cleft staff with a long and thick gaff for mounting the glacier.
Bárður's cave is still in situ, and his story is a timeless, fantastic read. It is, of course, a true story written about events that occurred in Iceland more than eleven hundred years ago, written about six hundred yers ago. Many names of many places in the area around Snæfellsjökull glacier are related to Bárður Snæfellsás and his story.
The KF-38-2 robotic unit was meant to work as a maintenance robot in one of Octan Corporation factory. But a malfunction in his IA program turned it into a violent and uncontrollable unit. Before the security could disable it, it destroyed half of the factory it was assigned to.
Instead of recycling it, an Octan officer registered it on the Mech Wrestling Federation, where it became one of the most feared combatants. Despite its small size, it's powerful legs allows it to move fast and jump high, accessing its opponent electronics and weak points and tearing them apart.
My entry for the Mech Wrestling category for Andromeda's Gates Space Olympic Games
Thank you in advance for any likes or comments!
#DoodlewashJune2025 Prompt: Art Supplies & Biscuit Barrel.
Did you know the biscuit barrel, which became popular in 18th century Britain, was originally a cylindrical glass jar with a metal lid but may have been inspired by the barrels used to keep ‘ship’s biscuit’ in the Navy? They became popular as ‘cookie jars’ in the U.S., after WWI.
Frustration with your art supplies can lead to unintended interior decorating and uncontrollable snacking!
Daler-Rowney Watercolor Studio Set on Stonehenge Aqua Watercolor Paper.
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#WorldWatercolorGroup
Walking in freshly fallen snow in an Appalachia forest is a religious experience. In falling snow, it's an epiphany.
I've been around the world to some marvelous places. I've seen spectacular sunrises and sunsets at great landscapes; for example Smoky Mountains, Grand Canyon, Yosemite, Mt. Fuji, Yellowstone, Guilin, Banff, the Parthenon, cherry blossoms at Ueno, Haleakala, Borneo, to name a few. Their colors and scenery are beautiful, photogenic.
I've tromped through many kinds of woods and forests.
Yet there is something truly magical, a cut above anything else that I've experienced when walking under a snow-laden Appalachian hardwood forest in eastern Kentucky while it snows. The phrase "winter wonderland" does not do it justice. Its cascades, waterfalls, and bluffs lend themselves to photography. The forest scene does not lend itself to photography as Canyonlands or Hong Kong harbor would. Yet experiencing the Appalachian forest at the right time is overwhelming. There is no spectacular sunset under this canopy but it's the only place that I have uncontrollably uttered "wow" over and over again. It's almost as if the primeval man within was telling me, "this place is really, really good. Special. Pay attention." I'm sure there are better words but my hardwire was overwhelmed by what surrounded me. My mind could not hold it in so I sputtered out as I walked along saying "wow" or occasionally "wow, wow, wow" as my dumbfoundedness dripped out of my mouth like drops of a slowly melting icicle landing on the rocks below in the quiet of a forest.
Dam, I wish I could capture that awe on camera.
While some of you might know her from her villainous appearance on Supergirl, Indigo is actually a hero, and one of the original members of Arsenal's Outsiders. She's otherwise known as Brainiac 8 - a Coluan from even further along in the future than the Legion of Superheroes' Brainiac 5. She was killed by her boyfriend Shift after her, um...Brainiac-ish tendencies became uncontrollable, as per her request.
It was a bit of a challenge getting her to look like something beyond Killer Frost with a dye job, especially since so much of that figure fits Indigo so well. I'd like to get some brighter hair for her when it becomes available - maybe the starlet hair in magenta.
This is the first time ever I built something like that…. a zombie apocalypse Scenario, but let my explain why.
Some weeks ago I bought the PS4 game "Days Gone" which is a open world action game which is set in a post-apocalyptic Oregon two years after a global pandemic, Days Gone follows the story of Deacon St. John, a former member of a biker gang. After discovering that there is a chance his wife Sarah is still alive, Deacon embarks on a quest to reunite with her.
Played from a third-person perspective, Days Gone is set in an open world environment which the player can explore, which includes many real life-inspired locations in Oregon including Marion Forks, Belknap Crater, and Crater Lake. Hostile encounters come from both human enemies and infected beings called the Freakers. Deacon can engage in different types of combat, including stealth and usage of firearms. A major game mechanic is Deacon's drifter bike, which is used as the player's primary mode of transportation as well as mobile inventory.
A global pandemic occurred which decimated the globe, turning millions of humans into feral cannibalistic creatures, called Freakers. The remnants of humanity have abandoned towns to seek refuge in the wilderness creating safe zones.
When a virus causes a large portion of humanity to become uncontrollably violent, Deacon, his wife Sarah, and his friend Boozer attempt to flee for safety. However, Sarah is stabbed and critically wounded, forcing Deacon to evacuate her on a National Emergency Restoration Organization (NERO) helicopter. However, since the helicopter does not have enough room carry all three of them, Deacon decides to stay behind with Boozer while promising Sarah he will reunite with her later.
Deacon St. John, a member of Mongrel MC, is among the survivors of the epidemic. Deacon drifts through the wasteland of the Pacific Northwest, never staying in one place for too long. Deacon often takes work as a Bounty Hunter/Mercenary, offering his services in exchange for supplies. However, Deacon learns that there is a price on his head adding to his list of enemies. Deacon and his friend Boozer plan to head north to evade some of the people who wish them dead, but their plans are put on hold when Boozer is injured and Deacon's bike is destroyed…
source: daysgone.fandom.com/wiki/Days...
This small scene I've build in the last days Shows you the impact of the global pandemic. In the middle of the creation is Deacon, who killed 2 freakers a few moments go. On the left side is his motorbike and on the right is a destroyed police car. It is not safe here. Can he survive in that post apocalypse world of canniblistic creatures?
I hope you like my new creation and of course I would be pleased to get Feedback.
Greetings Kevin
Stay healthy!
The motorcycle design was inspired by @Sanellukovic
Here is a link to the Video of this MOC on my YouTube channel:
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The Elevador da Bica at night, waiting for its next ride downhill, seen from the Largo Calhariz, Lisbon, Portugal
Some background information:
The Elevador da Bica (in Portuguese also named: "Ascensor da Bica"), sometimes known as the Bica Funicular, is a funicular railway line resp cable car in the civil parish of Misericórdia, in the city of Lisbon. the capital of Portugal. It runs through the Rua da Bica de Duarte Belcio and connects the Rua de São Paulo with the Largo Calhariz. The line conforms to the funicular principle, with two cars permanently attached to opposite ends of a haulage cable, which is looped over a pulley at the upper end of the track. Unusually, traction is provided by electric motors on the two cars, which are themselves powered through an overhead wire, similar to the tram network in Lisbon. The cable links the two cars together so that they ascend and descend simultaneously, each car acting as a counterweight for the other one.
The Bica Funicular is already in operation since 1892. After a contract had been signed in 1888 to install such a system, the project was conceived by the Portuguese engineer Raoul Mesnier du Ponsard. The mechanical motor of the elevator was installed in 1890, after the conclusion of the public work, but another two years of tests were necessary.
In 1912, a new contract was signed to expand the electrification of all tram lines in Lisbon. Between 1914 and 1916, the project to automate the transport system using electrical systems was completed. Unfortunately, during the conclusions of the process there was an accident with one of the cars, which became uncontrollable and crashed into the Rua de São Paulo lower station, resulting in its complete destruction. As a result, the funicular transport became inoperable for the next few years.
In 1923, the municipal council demanded the company, which operated the lines, to restart the Elevador de Bica and install new cars, provided by the firm of Theodore Bell. Since 2011, the Bica Funicular is protected and listed as a national monument of Portugal.
Lisbon is one of the oldest cities in the world and the second-oldest European capital city (after Athens). Although the first fortifications on Lisbon's castle hill are known to be no older than the 2nd century BC, recent archaeological finds have shown that Iron Age people already occupied the site from the 8th to 6th centuries BC. The Phoenicians and later the Carthaginians, are said to have called the place Alis Ubbo and used it as the only major natural harbor on the Iberian Atlantic coast. There are also evidences that Lisbon once was a Greek city, but its Greek name is unknown.
Under Roman rule, starting around 205 BC, the city was initially called Olisipo. In 48 BC, the town was granted Roman municipal rights and subsequently became known as Colonia Felicitas Iulia, growing into a larger town in the province of Lusitania. From 409 AD, barbarian tribes advanced onto the Iberian Peninsula from Gaul. During the late antique migration period, Alans, Suebi, Vandals, and Visigoths tried to occupy Lisbon.
In 719, Lisbon was conquered by Muslim Moors and later became part of the Emirate of Córdoba. The city, now known as al-Ushbuna, experienced its first major boom. During the Caliphate of Córdoba, the city was one of the most important ports, while Christian Galicians and Leonese repeatedly attempted to seize it. In 844, Vikings ravaged Lisbon and its surroundings.
In the 11th century, Lisbon was part of the Moorish Emirate of the Aftasids from Badajoz. Starting in 1093, Count Raymond of Armous, a younger son of Duke William I of Burgundy, was given rule over Galicia by King Alfonso VI of León. From there, he launched campaigns against the Moors in the south, temporarily managing to occupy Lisbon.
At the beginning of the 11th century, the south of the Iberian Peninsula was still under Moorish control. But in 1147, in the course of the so-called Reconquista, the Siege of Lisbon led to the city's final capture by the Portuguese under Alfonso I. In 1255, Lisbon became the capital city of the new Portuguese territory and in 1290, the first Portuguese university was founded in the town. During the last centuries of the Middle Ages, Lisbon expanded substantially and became an important trading post with both Northern European and Mediterranean cities.
When the Spaniards had expelled the Jews from Spanish territory, many of them fled to Lisbon. But even in Portugal they either had to convert to Christianity or leave. In 1506, an anti-semitic movement among the Old Christians of Lisbon culminated in a massacre lasting four days in which some 1,000 to 4,000 New Christian residents, converted descendants of Sephardic Jews, are estimated to have been killed.
Most of the Portuguese expeditions of the Age of Discovery set out from Lisbon during the period from the end of the 15th century to the beginning of the 17th century, including Vasco da Gama's expedition to India in 1498. In the 16th century, Lisbon’s golden era began: The city was the European hub of commerce between Africa, India, the Far East and later, Brazil, and acquired great riches by exploiting the trade of spices, slaves, sugar, textiles and other goods. This period also saw the rise of the exuberant Manueline style in architecture, which left its mark in many 16th-century monuments, including the Belém Tower and the Jerónimos Monastery.
The succession crisis of 1580 initiated a sixty-year period of dual monarchy in Portugal and Spain under the Spanish Habsburgs. In 1589, Lisbon was the target of an incursion by the English Armada led by Francis Drake. The Portuguese Restoration War, which began with a coup d'état organised by the nobility and bourgeoisie in Lisbon in 1640 amd ended with the Treaty of Lisbon in 1668, restored Portuguese independence.
In the early 18th century, gold from Brazil allowed King John V to sponsor the building of several Baroque churches and theatres in the city. Prior to the 18th century, Lisbon had experienced several significant earthquakes: eight in the 14th century, five in the 16th century, and three in the 17th century. But the earthquake of 1755 was the most davastating one. It destroyed 85 percent of the city's structures, including the Ribeira Palace and the hospital Real de Todos os Santos. An an estimated 30,000 to 40,000 Lisbon residents of a total population estimated of 200,000 to 275,000 wer killed. And in the coastal areas north of Lisbon even more people were killed by the following tsunami.
This catastrophic event shocked the whole of Europe and left a deep impression on its collective psyche. However, the city was rebuilt quickly and largely according to the plans of prime minister Sebastião José de Carvalho e Melo, the 1st Marquis of Pombal. He decided to demolish what remained after the earthquake and rebuild the city centre in accordance with principles of modern urban design. It was reconstructed in an open rectangular plan with two great squares: the Praça do Rossio and the Praça do Comércio.
In the first years of the 19th century, Portugal was invaded by the troops of Napoléon Bonaparte, forcing Queen Maria I and Prince-Regent John to flee temporarily to Brazil. By the time the new King John VI returned to Lisbon, many of the buildings and properties were pillaged, sacked or destroyed by the invaders. The development of industry and commerce determined the growth of the city and Lisbon grew farther from the Tejo river.
In 1911, Lisbon refounded its university after centuries of inactivity. In the 20th century, the city was also the site of three revolutions. The first ond of 1910 brought an end to the Portuguese monarchy and established the highly unstable and corrupt Portuguese First Republic. The second one of 1926 ended the first republic and firmly established the Portuguese Second Republic. And the third revolution of 1974, the so-called Carnation Revolution, put an end to the right-wing regime and reformed the country to what it is still today, the Portuguese Third Republic.
Modern Lisbon is the political centre of the country and hosts the government, the National Assembly, the Supreme Court of Justice and the Armed Forces. It is also the residence of the head of state and the centre of Portuguese diplomacy, with ambassadors from 86 countries residing in the city, as well as representations from Taiwan and Palestine. About 2.96 million people, who live in the Lisbon metropolitan area (representing almost 28 % of the Portugal's population), make Lisbon the third largest metropolitan area in the Iberian Peninsula after Madrid and Barcelona.
Excerpt from www.citywindsor.ca/residents/Culture/Windsor-Sculpture-Pa...:
Vision Corridor
Toni Putnam
Trees, 1998
Copper, 320 x 90 x 54 centimetres, or smaller, each
"Creation is mysterious," says Toni Putnam. "I thoroughly enjoy the interaction between what I think is going to happen and what actually happens."
In her work, Putnam is intensely interested in the tactile elements of sculpture, the true "feeling" of a piece that can only be achieved through touch. Each one of these trees has been carefully cultivated. Using welding techniques which are uniquely her own, Putnam focuses intense heat as a force of uncontrollable change. In this heat, each tree "grows" in its own way. Shades of red, green and brown are contained in each piece of metal.
Trees is a hands-on sculpture. The viewer is invited to reach out and feel the unique textures and surface of each work.
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Plight of the Pantanal: A Wetland on Fire !
The Pantanal is burning uncontrollably. Animals are dying.
Jaguars are dying.
The Pantanal Survival Fund is putting boots on the ground, employing those left jobless due to COVID and lack of tourism, creating fire breaks, putting out fires, buying protective gear, paying for veterinary attention for rescued wildlife, food baskets and so much more.
Learn more via their Go Fund Me page.
Donate to help those on the ground trying to control the fire.
Help raise awareness of the plight.
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Without a doubt she is a creature of beauty.
Those that have been to the Pantanal in recent years may well recognise her. In 2019 she was one of the most regularly seen residents. We got to see her sleeping, grooming, walking, swimming, hunting and successfully capturing food such as caimans, fish and even an anaconda!
It's hard to know what 2020 will hold, but when we do get back to see these mesmerising felines, guests will most likely get a taste of these things too, and possibly more!
At the end of last season there were strong indications that she was pregnant and this would almost certainly be her first litter. Life is difficult for first time mothers, extra mouths to feed, high density of other jaguars in the area that could be a threat, but fingers crossed when we next see her she has some beautiful cubs in tow.
If you are interested in an Untamed Jaguars of Pantanal Expedition, let us know! We can send you more detailed information on itineraries, activities and other species to see and photograph, and prices.
No time like the present to start planning your next adventure.
Naun Amable Silva
Canon EOS 5D Mark IV
Pantanal - July 2019
Explored for July 2, 2011. Thank you!
Managed to get up for dawn at Bryce Canyon National Park. It was about at this point, shivering uncontrollably in 33 degree pre-dawn darkness, that I realized I should have brought a coat on this trip. But it was worth it to get shots like this. The rock in Bryce Canyon truly has a magical orange-pink glow about it, I've never seen anything like it anywhere else.
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Life is short, break the rules, forgive quickly,
kiss slowly, love truly, laugh uncontrollably,
and never regret anything that made you smile.
- Author Unknown -
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HOW DID THIS LYCHEE COME TO THE USA
For more;
www.ars-grin.gov/cgi-bin/npgs/acc/display.pl?1126229
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,20 LYCHEE ACCESSIONS by USDA/ARS/NPGS/SHRS
MIA 15962 PEERLESS
MIA 26313 BREWSTER
MIA 34969 (No Name)
MIA 35554 Mauritius
MIA 36620 BD 5-27
MIA 36621 Haak Ip
PI 46568 SHAN CHI
PI 51468 NO MAI TS'Z
PI 51471 Hanging Green
PI 89413 NO MAI TS'Z
PI 94066 BENGAL
PI 215487 Tukhmia
PI 234318 CALCUTTA
PI 234319 EARLY LARGE RED
PI 234320 LATE SEEDLESS
PI 277462 BREWSTER
PI 277463 BREWSTER
PI 277468 GROFF
PI 277473 MAURITIUS
PI 277474 PEERLESS
For more;
www.ars-grin.gov/cgi-bin/npgs/html/tax_site_acc.pl?MIA%20...
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India and China account for 91 percent of the world's Lychee production but it is mainly marketed locally.
IMPORTANT LYCHEE CULTIVARS OF INDIA
AJHAULI
BEDANA
CHINA
DEHRA DUN
DEHRA ROSE
DESHI
GREEN
KASBA
LATE BEDANA
LONGIA
PURBI
ROSE SCENTED (BENGAL)
SHAHI
TRIKOLIA
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SELECTED LYCHEE CULTIVARS OF FLORIDA
AMBOINA
BENGAL (ROSE SCENTED)
BOSWORTH
BREWSTER
EARLY LARGE RED
EMPEROR
GEE KEE
GROFF
HAK IP
HANGING GREEN
KAIMANA
KWAI MAI RED
MAURITIUS
NO MAI CHEE
OHIA
SALATHIEL
SWEET CLIFF
WAI CHEE
YELLOW RED
For more on Florida Lychees;
edis.ifas.ufl.edu/pdffiles/MG/MG05100.pdf
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Due to uncontrollable Squirrel and Bird infestations, owners of some neighborhoods hardly get any opportunity to enjoy the ripe and sweet fruits of their labor.
One such frustrated and angry Lychee tree owner decided to taste the semi-ripe sour Lychees, even with the light sprinkling of salt.
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Freshly picked unripe, sour Lychees.
Litchi chinensis cv 'MAURITIUS'
Family Sapindaceae
Private Garden, Rockledge, Florida, USA.
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“It illuminated a vision Dante could not have imagined in his wildest nightmares, nor Poe in the grasp of an uncontrollable delirium.”
― Alan Dean Foster
Alien-looking seedpods in an Oregon garden, seen through a spherical lensball.
I was reading the other day about old 1960s Batman TV series. One of the camera techniques employed in the production was the so-called Dutch tilt, where the camera was held at an angle. This was used in the show when the scene cut to a villain and the concept was to give visual reinforcement that you were seeing a crooked person, a criminal. I got to thinking about how life throws us a Dutch tilt ever so often. You're sailing along smoothly, navigating the daily ups and downs, when suddenly the camera angle that is your life takes on an uncontrollable tilt. Not necessarily because of a criminal but perhaps anything that destabilizes you, and knocks you off your stride. Just like the Batman show, things like this tend to pop up like a Jack-in-the box with little or no warning. Last Friday I walked my dog for a couple of miles and she never seemed healthier or happier. Not 24 hours later she appears to be at death's door. Since then I cannot seem to get rid of the Dutch tilt. Everything I do is somehow influenced or affected by thoughts and uncertainty. And at times abject fear. Not sure how this one will turn out; hoping for a good outcome. Would be delighted to simply be able to return to my daily grind. The minor annoyances and problems that I thought about last week would be a welcome relief right now. So I'll keep looking in hopes that the camera will tilt back to level.
During deer rutting season, when stags fight for the right to mate with their harems, each stag has an uncontrollable passion. They see red and blood, being led by their instincts. The sight of another stag causes a haze to come over them, and they can only focus on beating their competition.
Prints available at:
www.saatchiart.com/art/Photography-Rutting-Stag/1820362/1...
Mammurok, the Last Mammoth Giant:
The story of the Mammoth Giants is a story of misery and sadness. Once a great race of majestic guardians, the Mammoth Giants of old have been whittled down to just a fraction of their once great might.
The Mammoth Giants are part of the ancient order of beings that walked the lands of Warscape before humans, dwarves, or even elves set foot upon the earth. Beings like the regal Dragons, the fierce Taurocaur, and the great Arachnids are a few of the same group. The Mammoth Giants, or the Mammuthu as they call themselves in their native tongue, roamed the Plains millennia before the Brayherd tainted the land with its vicious evil.
They were once colossal beasts, standing well over the height of the great pines and many times larger than even dragons. But the Mammuthu were not feared by the ancient beasts of the lands, for they were a peaceful race, tending and herding to the great mammoth herds that roamed the plains during this time.
However, all things of honor and goodness must come to an end in the world of Warcape, and the gentle giants could not escape this fate. As evil tainted the Plains and crept into the heart of the fierce predators like the Taurocaur, they became more vile and savage, able to kill their most fierce rival, the Mammoth Giants, by pure force of hatred alone. The evil spread, and its taint followed, the grasses begin to wither, the streams began to blacken and become stale. The Mammuthu, being a peaceful race, were ill prepared for such wanton destruction. Over the millennia, they were murdered one by one, until only a sole figure of their race remained.
Mammurok became the Last Mammoth Giant when he was but a young calf. His cow and bull were tending to the tame mammoth herds on the northern fringes of the Plains touching the edge of the Lycanthrol pine forest. Out of nowhere, a large Brayherd tribe led by a vicious Taurocaur savagely murdered the herd and Mammurok’s kin. Escaping through the pines, Mammurok bitterly clung to survival, forming into a hard and defiant mammoth giant.
Roaming the northern fringes of the Plains, Mammurok now shepherds the last few remaining tame mammoth herds that haven’t been taken and corrupted into feral beasts by the Brayherd. He is a solitary figure, never seeking out the comforts of community and home, always searching for more of his kind. When he must defend his herds, Mammurok hefts an old and decaying stone pillar, swinging it in wide arcs as he crushes his enemy to a pulp with every blow. Normally stoic and reserved, he is driven into a fit of uncontrollable rage when he comes across a Brayherd tribe, destroying everything in his path until his most hated foes are vanquished.
The last of a dying race, Mammurok’s story is doomed to failure, but that does not stop this sturdy giant from protecting his herds until his dying breath.
Papakōlea Beach, Hawai'i, Hawaii
This pile of detritus - ghost nets, plastic tubs, and other things that wash up on the southern shore - caught my eye for its strangely aesthetic quality. Tossed together randomly, the bits and pieces somehow fuse into an almost elegantly organic cacaphony. Against a spartan background of windswept dune grasses, this heap of trash seems against all odds to be vibrantly and uncontrollably alive. Unnatural as they may be, the things we create have a way of taking on a life of their own.
EXIF Details :-
Camera Nikon D5000
Lens 55.0-200.0 mm f/4.0-5.6
Exposure 0.003 sec (1/320)
Aperture f/10.0
ISO Speed 200
These massive males really get themselves into a strop and show the deer's version of throwing all the toys out of the pram.
Not wise to get too near as they are, when in such a mood, quite unpredictable.
I just stood a respectful distance away and happily clicked to try and capture the moments.
What is being vented is the build-up of twelve months of lack of female company and he wants to impress being driven on my an uncontrollable blind urge to increase the stock.
Was watching an old film the other night on TCM. In one scene a couple of (1940s era) press photographers rushed in to take photos. They carried enormous cameras with large flash attachments. After each picture they had to pop out a little flash bulb and insert a fresh one for the next photo. Seemed so cumbersome by modern standards. I tried to imagine being limited to one flash per bulb, and having no way to adjust the intensity of the flash. Very little nuance in those days, yet somehow they managed. And I'm sure they viewed themselves as miles ahead of 19th century photogs who that relied on holding aloft a tray full of incendiary flash powered to illuminate their subjects. Talk about impractical, a giant 'poof' and a billowing cloud of smoke for every photo. I got to thinking about scenes such as this when sunlight behaves like a giant, uncontrollable flash. This was one of those perfect moments when the sun erupted from one side of an incredibly dark and stormy sky. It has the effect of making the dark areas even darker, and light areas impossibly bright. Before the sun appeared, my camera had been metering the overall conditions at around 1/100th of a second. Suddenly the sun blazed forth, reflecting off of the white farmhouse and the exposure changed dramatically trying to compensate. The exposure went off at 1/3000th as a result, creating a wonderful underexposure of the background while the house remained bright white. I live for moments like this, where the lighting is so dramatic that the normal scheme of things is inverted and the sky goes darker than the landscape. I wondered if anyone was in the farmhouse looking back at me and, if so, how they viewed the scene.