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Saw this little (2 1/2'') guy on e-bay, and just couldn't resist him! He's so cute in a strange sort of way, and i am so pleased i managed to win him! :O) He was listed as a lucky troll, so fingers crossed! ;O)
There is a RED rose in the Devil's Garden
In shadow it grows alone
Red rose poisoned hearts
Many things are dangerous now
Some things are poison to the touch
Be careful as you make your way
My love it is a red rose
Held out to you by hand of fate
Grows the flower bred from pain
Death is pure - life is not
So ask yourself, what do you want?
pick the red rose and let its poison kill you
2nd October 2010.
Kirby Lonsdale - Devils Bridge.
My first efforts in colour on the M6 - I think this is one of the only times i have managed to get my son just to pose for a snapshot - he fed the ducks and I got stung by a wasp.
Leica M6- Kodak Portra 160vc.
Scanned with a Canoscan 8800FF
To the devil's water
I'm gonna drown
In that troubled water
It's coming 'round my soul
It's way beyond control
Little Devil Dave will not behave, his devilish plans will amazes. Dave is 5 inches tall and 2 inches wide, with a light rustic finish. Robot sculptures combining polymer clay, wire woven into coil springs, varnish and (sometimes a little heart) handmade by HerArtSheLoves. theawesomerobots.com
The devil is so called because of their aggression towards each other and their loud and harsh cry. They are endangered by disease. This photo was taken in a rescue centre, but I have also seen them in the wild.
Klick here for a large view!
Devils Garden, ein kleines Tal mit Sandsteinfiguren, nahe Escalante, Utah, an der Hole In The Rock Road gelegen.
The Devils Marbles are described as granite rocks of volcanic origin erode to the formations you now see
For more photos of the Devils Marbles please click on the link www.flickr.com/photos/71914671@N03/7892118096/
Taken last night at Daniels Park, looking southwest towards Devils Head.
Best viewed large/on black, of course.
HDR image of the Devils Cauldron in Lydford Gorge, Dartmoor National Park.
Really difficult to take from a wobbly platform, in a dark gorge, with people moving around!
Johnny and the Deathrays deliver the sort of ‘stake-through-the-heart’ bass thump that you’d normally experience during a Motorhead moment. This is seriously hardcore psychobilly and eminently worthy of any Meteors references that might be invoked when describing their sound.
Opening an eclectic free-Friday showcase night at Scream Lounge, the band might be opening proceedings, but they’re easily worthy of headlining and if you like your music raw and edgy this is one for you.
Gypsies are next up, and by rights a frame as skinny as this front-man sports shouldn’t be capable of the deep and guttural howls and yelps that pepper a set of authentic Balkan beats that blend seamlessly with some seriously funny songs. This is music that is clearly born out of conviction and passion…and if there’s a better cover of ‘hit me baby one more time’ in circulation I’ve yet to hear it.
Headliners Devil Cocks are – unsurprisingly – not a group of shy and retiring shoegazers. Their tongue-in-cheek punk posturing is in your face without being threatening, and whilst there’s an element of pantomime you can’t help but get swept along with the mood. What they do with that weasel might bring tears to your eyes though…
Formed by the glaciers 15,000 years ago, when they filled in both ends of a great river valley, Devil's Lake has always occupied a unique place in the Baraboo hills, its still waters surrounded by brooding 500-foot quartzite bluffs. The Indians called it Spirit Lake, and that seems a more accurate description than the modern name. It's situated in Wisconsi's busiest State Park, and it tends to get overrun in the midsummer tourist season. But catch it in the off-season, and its brooding presence comes through. It does seem to be presided over by spirits. Black and white seems the best way to capture its haunted mystery photographically on days like this.
Airedale Terrier Bogart Handsome Devil in the park in Pasadena
See more of Bogart's adventures at his daily dog blog: www.toaireisdivine.com
The upright slabs impaled into the floor — you can see one in the foreground down to the left, and another one, very long and tall, in the shadowy distance — were a not-entirely-helpful reminder of the fact that dozens of similar slabs, not yet fully detached from the ceiling, were always hanging above you and looking as though they were just ready to fall.
Then again, maybe they were helpful, since half of the fun of exploring the wet, empty, quiet cave was having to lean against my own reluctance — that is what it felt like as I pushed myself deeper and deeper inside. The trails of the state park on this wet weekday were empty, so I knew I was very likely alone; the sky was overcast; rain had been drizzling since the previous day, so that the outdoors were themselves rather dark; and bats, it turns out, will fly directly at your face until quite close, when they presumably decide that you are an obstacle worth dodging after all, and dart up and past you. And, again, there is the ceiling looking always ready to collapse. The effort of pushing first into the crevice in the hillside and then hundreds of feet further underground felt like practicing a very slight heroism, and so, for a guy at least, was vastly satisfying.
Devil's Den State Park in Arkansas, all in all, wound up being a real treat. I found it on a map when looking for somewhere to camp near I-40, and did not even pay attention when the description included caves, since the few caves I have seen before either require you to take a tour to see them, or are "real caves" that can only be entered with rappelling gear. I was on my morning hike when I came across the small sign on the trail that said "Devil's Den", with an arrow pointing into a narrow hole that, indeed, could be clamored into without anything more than a flashlight, and I realized I was going to get to explore a cave with no more difficulty than deciding to walk into the cold darkness.
And then having bats fly almost into my face, of course. But, again, that was half the fun.
I will have to return to Devil's Den sometime with knee pads and gloves, which they recommend for passing the obstacles halfway back into the cave that prevented me from making it all 550 feet into the hillside.
Caves are difficult to photograph. Several radio-linked remote flashes, positioned dramatically down through the cave, would have made this a much better photograph. If only I owned some — and, of course, were willing to carry them on a hike!
The Devil's Bathtub is a gorgeous lake located north of Lake Thomas Edison in the Sierra National Forest, California, at about 9,167 ft. elevation, reachable by a 4.5 mi. (tough) hike. Having said that, OMG, it's stunning! A must for a day trip if you're in the area.
Yep that's my new bride.. Sexy little devil.
Shot @ the SnapMup October Event.
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