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After a long couple weeks at work, my family ventured to Baraboo, WI. There we enjoyed a day of fishing, splashing, barbequing and chasing minnows at Devil's Lake State Park. This area will always be special for me because it brings back many youthful Boy Scout memories.
Recipe:
10 Eggs, hard boiled
1/2 cup mayonnaise
2 tablespoon mustard
paprika (optional)
Cut eggs in half and remove yolk into a separate bowl, plating the whites. Mix mayo and mustard into the yolks until smooth. Then put the mix into a frosting pipe or a ziploc bag and cut a small corner on the end. Then pipe mixture into the white and sprinkle with paprika.
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The Devil's Breath - A Short Horror
made by a very talented, then 17 year old, Elliot Cleaver
‘Devil’s breath,’ a powdered drug that turns victims into unresponsive zombies for up to 24 hours, is reportedly on its way to British streets.
Criminals use the drug to immobilize victims, steal their valuables and assault them while they are dazed.
Offenders blow the dangerous powder into their victim’s face, leaving them paralyzed and helpless. The substance derives from a South American plant, and the potent chemical is scopolamine, which can be powderized or turned into an essence.
Day 1. Crater of the Moon National Monument. We went to devil's golf course and devil's cornfield at Death Valley, and now we get to visit his garden.... lol.
This scene made me thing that I was seeing the devil tempting a woman on a dimly lit lonely street, just at the doors of a centuries old church. They are actors walking around Guanajuato colonial city downtown.
Esta escena donde me encontré con dos actores en una calle tenuemente iluminada de la ciudad de Guanajuato, a las puertas de una iglesia colonial, me hizo pensar en el diablo tentando a una mujer
Around San Marcos / Wimberly is a short drive that is called the Devil's Backbone. Not quite as magnificent as I remembered it from 12 years or so ago but still beautiful. Why is it we have to be protected from ourselves. Lookout was fenced with a very high chain link fence.
I stood on a picnic table to get above the majority of the fence but I just noticed there's a post in the lower right corner. This was an interesting stop. Many crosses and mementos of loved ones so I'm assuming it's a spot where many elect to scatter the ashes of loved ones. I'd pick a day when the wind was blowing into the canyon if it were me....
A legend of Devil's Tower
A Brule Sioux Legend
Out of the plains of Wyoming rises Devil's Tower. It is really a rock, visible for hundreds of miles around, an immense cone of basalt which seems to touch the clouds. It sticks out of the flat prairie as if someone had pushed it up from underground.
Of course, Devil's Tower is a white man's name. We have no devil in our beliefs and got along well all these many centuries without him. You people invented the devil and, as far as I'm concerned, you can keep him. But everybody these days knows that towering rock by this name, so Devil's Tower it is.
No use telling you its Indian name. Most tribes call it bear rock. There is a reason for that - if you see it, you will notice on its sheer sides many, many streaks and gashes running straight up and down, like scratches made by giant claws.
Well, long, long ago, two young Indian boys found themselves lost in the prairie. You know how it is. They had played shinny ball and whacked it a few hundred yards out of the village. And then they had shot their toy bows still farther out into the sagebrush. And then they had heard a small animal make a noise and had gone to investigate.
They had come to a stream with many colorful pebbles and followed that for a while. They had come to a hill and wanted to see what was on the other side. On the other side they saw a herd of antelope and, of course, had to track them for a while.
When they got hungry and thought it was time to go home, the two boys found that they didn't know where they were. They started off in the direction where they thought their village was, but only got farther and farther away from it. At last they curled up beneath a tree and went to sleep.
They got up the next morning and walked some more, still headed the wrong way. They ate some wild berries and dug up wild turnips, found some choke-cherries, and drank water from streams. For three days they walked toward the west. They were footsore, but they survived.
Oh, how they wished that their parents, or aunts or uncles, or elder brothers and sisters would find them. But nobody did.
On the fourth day the boys suddenly had a feeling that they were being followed. They looked around and in the distance saw Mato, the bear. This was no ordinary bear, but a giant grizzly so huge that the two boys would only make a small mouthful for him, but he had smelled the boys and wanted that mouthful. He kept coming close, and the earth trembled as he gathered speed.
The boys started running, looking for a place to hide, but there was no such place and the grizzly was much, much faster than they.
They stumbled, and the bear was almost upon them. They could see his red, wide-open jaws full of enormous, wicked teeth. They could smell his hot, evil breath. The boys were old enough to have learned to pray, and they called upon Wakan Tanka, the Creator: "Tunkashila, Grandfather, have pity, save us."
All at once the earth shook and began to rise. The boys rose with it. Out of the earth came a cone of rock going up, up until it was more than a thousand feet high. And the boys were on top of it. Mato the bear was disappointed to see his meal disappearing into the clouds.
Have I said he was a giant bear? This grizzly was so huge that he could almost reach to the top of the rock, trying to get up, trying to get those boys. As he did so, he made big scratches in the sides of the towering rock. But the stone was too slippery; Mato could not get up. He tried every spot, every side. He scratched up the rock all around, but it was no use. The boys watched him wearing himself out, getting tired, giving up. They finally saw him going away, a huge, growling, grunting mountain of fur disappearing over the horizon.
The boys were saved. Or were they? How were they to get down? They were humans, not birds who could fly.
Some ten years ago, mountain climbers tried to conquer Devil's Tower. They had ropes, and iron hooks called pitons to nail themselves to the rockface, and they managed to get up. But they couldn't get down. They were marooned on that giant basalt cone, and they had to be taken off in a helicopter. In the long-ago days the Indians had no helicopters.
So how did the two boys get down? The legend does not tell us, but we can be sure that the Great Spirit didn't save those boys only to let them perish of hunger and thirst on the top of the rock.
Well, Wanblee, the eagle, has always been a friend to our people. So it must have been the eagle that let the boys grab hold of him and carried them safely back to their village.
Or do you know another way?
- Told by Lame Deer in Winner, Rosebud Sioux Indian Reservation, South Dakota, 1969.
Yesterday we went a bit North of Drake into Devil's Gulch (north fork of big Thompson. Many more great silky water opportunities. It was a beautiful day. Eighty-something and I crawled out on some rocks w/ my tripod to take this picture. Shoes and socks got soaked but fortunately the rest of me and the gear did not end up in the drink.
The final destination on the Devil's Hall trail at Guadalupe Mountains National Park. Well worth the hike to see this place!
To me this devil's fingers (Clathrus archeri) fungus looks like a circle of dancing devils, or something out of John Carpenter's 1982 film The Thing...
A tilt/shift miniature of the battlefield at Gettysburg.
Nikon D800 @ Nikkor PC 85mm T/S f/2.8 wide open
A legend of Devil's Tower
A Brule Sioux Legend
Out of the plains of Wyoming rises Devil's Tower. It is really a rock, visible for hundreds of miles around, an immense cone of basalt which seems to touch the clouds. It sticks out of the flat prairie as if someone had pushed it up from underground.
Of course, Devil's Tower is a white man's name. We have no devil in our beliefs and got along well all these many centuries without him. You people invented the devil and, as far as I'm concerned, you can keep him. But everybody these days knows that towering rock by this name, so Devil's Tower it is.
No use telling you its Indian name. Most tribes call it bear rock. There is a reason for that - if you see it, you will notice on its sheer sides many, many streaks and gashes running straight up and down, like scratches made by giant claws.
Well, long, long ago, two young Indian boys found themselves lost in the prairie. You know how it is. They had played shinny ball and whacked it a few hundred yards out of the village. And then they had shot their toy bows still farther out into the sagebrush. And then they had heard a small animal make a noise and had gone to investigate.
They had come to a stream with many colorful pebbles and followed that for a while. They had come to a hill and wanted to see what was on the other side. On the other side they saw a herd of antelope and, of course, had to track them for a while.
When they got hungry and thought it was time to go home, the two boys found that they didn't know where they were. They started off in the direction where they thought their village was, but only got farther and farther away from it. At last they curled up beneath a tree and went to sleep.
They got up the next morning and walked some more, still headed the wrong way. They ate some wild berries and dug up wild turnips, found some choke-cherries, and drank water from streams. For three days they walked toward the west. They were footsore, but they survived.
Oh, how they wished that their parents, or aunts or uncles, or elder brothers and sisters would find them. But nobody did.
On the fourth day the boys suddenly had a feeling that they were being followed. They looked around and in the distance saw Mato, the bear. This was no ordinary bear, but a giant grizzly so huge that the two boys would only make a small mouthful for him, but he had smelled the boys and wanted that mouthful. He kept coming close, and the earth trembled as he gathered speed.
The boys started running, looking for a place to hide, but there was no such place and the grizzly was much, much faster than they.
They stumbled, and the bear was almost upon them. They could see his red, wide-open jaws full of enormous, wicked teeth. They could smell his hot, evil breath. The boys were old enough to have learned to pray, and they called upon Wakan Tanka, the Creator: "Tunkashila, Grandfather, have pity, save us."
All at once the earth shook and began to rise. The boys rose with it. Out of the earth came a cone of rock going up, up until it was more than a thousand feet high. And the boys were on top of it. Mato the bear was disappointed to see his meal disappearing into the clouds.
Have I said he was a giant bear? This grizzly was so huge that he could almost reach to the top of the rock, trying to get up, trying to get those boys. As he did so, he made big scratches in the sides of the towering rock. But the stone was too slippery; Mato could not get up. He tried every spot, every side. He scratched up the rock all around, but it was no use. The boys watched him wearing himself out, getting tired, giving up. They finally saw him going away, a huge, growling, grunting mountain of fur disappearing over the horizon.
The boys were saved. Or were they? How were they to get down? They were humans, not birds who could fly.
Some ten years ago, mountain climbers tried to conquer Devil's Tower. They had ropes, and iron hooks called pitons to nail themselves to the rockface, and they managed to get up. But they couldn't get down. They were marooned on that giant basalt cone, and they had to be taken off in a helicopter. In the long-ago days the Indians had no helicopters.
So how did the two boys get down? The legend does not tell us, but we can be sure that the Great Spirit didn't save those boys only to let them perish of hunger and thirst on the top of the rock.
Well, Wanblee, the eagle, has always been a friend to our people. So it must have been the eagle that let the boys grab hold of him and carried them safely back to their village.
Or do you know another way?
- Told by Lame Deer in Winner, Rosebud Sioux Indian Reservation, South Dakota, 1969.
Teasing gaps between the clouds up on Devil's Dyke this evening, but the sun rays were few and far between
We withdraw limited edition of the work "cyberlove" with great satisfaction and gratitude to welcome the work of the Devil. You can find it for sale in the art galleries of hidroxida Art for a limited time. Thanks for the support!❤
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Retiramos edición limitada de la obra "cyberlove" con gran satisfacción y agradecimiento para acoger la obra del Diablo. La puedes encontrar a la venta en las galerías de arte de hidroxida art por tiempo limitado.
Gracias por el apoyo!❤
Photographed at Devils Garden in Arches National Park in Utah, USA. This park has a large number of weathered rock formations and many stone arches. In a spectacular and beautiful desert setting.
Wonderful stained glass at St Mary's Church in Fairford, Gloucestershire. This is window 15, showing the Devil in a scene of the Last Judgement
Devils Hollow, a green space property managed by Allegheny Land Trust in the Pittsburgh area. Thank you!
Can't take credit for the concept of this one as I saw another camera club member taking the shot. I the proceeded to annoy everyone with my 14mm lens as I had to be almost inside it to get the framing I wanted.