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n 1633. 5 May 1985.
Southdown's ex-BH&D Bristol FS Lodekka SPM 21 at Devil's Dyke, Brighton on a service for the tourist market.
Argentina.
Iguazu falls.
Devil's Throat viewpoint.
The Iguazu Falls, Iguazú Falls, Iguassu Falls, or Iguaçu Falls are waterfalls of the Iguazu River on the border of the Argentine province of Misiones and the Brazilian state of Paraná. They are the largest waterfalls system in the world. The falls divide the river into the upper and lower Iguazu. The Iguazu River rises near the city of Curitiba. For most of its course, the river flows through Brazil, however, most of the falls are on the Argentine side. Below its confluence with the San Antonio River, the Iguazu River forms the boundary between Argentina and Brazil.
The name "Iguazu" comes from the Guarani or Tupi words "y" [ɨ], meaning "water", and "ûasú "[waˈsu], meaning "big". Legend has it that a deity planned to marry a beautiful woman named Naipí, who fled with her mortal lover Tarobá in a canoe. In a rage, the deity sliced the river, creating the waterfalls and condemning the lovers to an eternal fall.The first European to record the existence of the falls was the Spanish conquistador Álvar Núñez Cabeza de Vaca in 1541.
The Devil's Throat is U-shaped, 82 by 150 by 700 metres (269 ft × 492 ft × 2,297 ft).
This is the pic out of 3 weeks worth that I decided to yank off my camera first....
...and edit during a thunderstorm. It was meant to be!
I've been working on my set from this cross-country trip, check out the rest here: www.flickr.com/photos/dangler/sets/72157631439881246/
Taken at Devils Tower, Wyoming during what was one hell of a storm! Windy, rainy and dangerous! The tent was blowing over but Lisa kept circling with the mallet to pound in the spikes. I said I had to keep shooting, chance of a lifetime!! ZAP!!!!!
American Indians use the Tower as a place of
worship. Most of the ceremonies that take place are
small groups or individuals, who have gathered for
prayer, pipe ceremonies, the tying of prayer cloths, or
vision quests. Group rituals also continue here,
including sweat lodge and sun dance ceremonies.
Devils Tower National Monument issues special use
permits for these observances. The ceremonies that
take place here require quiet and solitude
here's a model of mine designed several months ago, but folded only recently (just before the italian convention).
folded from a 35cm square of "satogami" paper + natural tissue paper.
Devils Tower (Lakota: Mato Tipila, which means “Bear Lodge”) is a monolithic igneous intrusion or volcanic neck located in the Black Hills near Hulett and Sundance in Crook County, northeastern Wyoming, above the Belle Fourche River. It rises dramatically 1,267 feet (386 m) above the surrounding terrain and the summit is 5,112 feet (1,558 m) above sea level.
Devils Tower was the first declared United States National Monument, established on September 24, 1906, by President Theodore Roosevelt. The Monument's boundary encloses an area of 1,347 acres (5.45 km2).
In recent years about 1% of the Monument's 400,000 annual visitors climb Devils Tower, mostly through traditional climbing techniques.[1
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.
I was looking for something completely different when I found this sitting on my hard drive. An old 'un from 2007.
Devils Den on Fyfield Down. My first visit at Sunset, still getting the hang of the new Samyang 14mm lens, think I could have done with some focus stacking on this one.
One place I've wanted to visit and finally got the chance to was the Devils Tower in Wyoming. When you're driving in, which is worth the trip alone on the winding, hill laden roads, it doesn't look too big. Don't let it fool you. It is massive. Climbers look like little specs on it.
Devil's Slide is an unusual geological formation located in northern Utah's Weber Canyon, near the community of Croydon in Morgan County, Utah, United States. The slide consists of two parallel limestone strata that have been tilted to lie vertical, protruding 40 feet (12 m) out of the mountainside. Intervening layers have eroded more quickly, forming a channel some 25 feet (7.6 m) wide running hundreds of feet down the mountain.
I-84 runs right past Devil's Slide, which can be clearly seen from the road. There are parking areas on both sides of the highway for viewing the slide.
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Devil%27s_Slide_(Utah)
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Harry Potter and his friends were caught in the Devil's snare. Luckily, Hermione was both able to keep her calm and remeber what they were taught in herbology class. This creation was inspired by Harry Potter and the Philosopher's stone, the book version. In the movie it is only Ron who needs to be saved.
Devil's Garden - Grand Staircase-Escalante National Monument in south central Utah. A protected area featuring hoodoos, natural arches and other sandstone formations.
Livingstone Island, Zambia
Devil's Pool is adjacent to the famous Livingstone Island situated on the edge of the Victoria Falls.
During the drier months of the year, May to October, it is possible to walk along the lip of the falls. This can only be done from the Zambian side. After thousands of years of erosion, many rock pools have formed and one of them has formed right on the very edge of the sheer drop.
Over 500 million litres of water a minute cascade over the almost 2km wide falls, causing a deafening and spectacular explosion of spray which can be seen 30 miles away. This is why it is known locally as Mosi-oa-Tunya, or The Smoke that Thunders.
You can find guides who will take you on the Zambian side, at the entrance to the Falls.
This capture of Devil's Thumb is located North of Delta, Colorado. Devil's Thumb Golf Course is named after this rock formation.
Deviled eggs are one of my specialties. I've been making them just about every Easter since my mom taught me how to make them as a kid.
Believe it or not, though, I have never actually tasted one myself! I had a lot of food allergies as a child, and while I got over just about all of them, I developed picky eating habits and a strong resistance to trying new foods.
Luckily, my deviled eggs have always been very popular, so they must be pretty tasty.
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