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The Devils Backbone is a vertical wall of dark andesite lining the cliff face and measuring about 1,000 feet long by 50 feet across near the top. A dike formed by molten lava that created and filled cracks, as it forced its way up through the rock and then solidified. It has been left standing by the erosion of the surrounding material.
Of all the dikes on the walls of Crater Lake, only this one reaches from the water's edge to the rim. If this once served as the feeder to a surface flow, the lava has been removed by erosion. Close to the lake the dike is 23 feet wide, but upward it increases in width to approximately 50 feet.
Ben Hill County GA. (Appropriately, this is also known as 'The Rocks'.) I'm unsure as to the origin of this monolith, but there is a deep natural pond at the site and rocks are scattered around the landscape for several square miles. At approximately 20 feet, this is the largest of literally hundreds at the site. There is some speculation that the rocks are of cosmic origin, which seems logical enough. (I'm not a geologist, but would love to know more) Other such outcroppings are scattered very randomly throught the Coastal Plain.
Here”s to Daniel Lapp, Oliver Schroer, ELH, and all great fiddlers. Libation and music, like the tumultuous marriage of malt and hops, stand waiting with us at the crossroads. And look: here comes the Devil, whistling past the graveyard, singing in the midnight choir, bottle in one hand, a fiddle in the other, and that crazy smile…
Love is a flame, a devils thing
A violent storm about to be born
Just look in these eyes, see all the lies
All the things you see you cannot deny
And this flame that burns inside
If you get too close burn you alive
Just look in these eyes and see if they lie
All these words I speak you cannot deny
Got a light shines on me
Gentle light it will never be
See the flame in my hand
If youre playing with fire
You're playing in hell
Devils plaything in my hands
If you dont want pain
You dont understand
Got a light shines on me
If you wanna touch flames
Come unto me
Got a flame burns inside
If you dont wanna burn
Just walk on by
And the pain you're feeling now
Is nothing compared
To the pleasures I hide
Devils plaything in my hands
If you dont want pain
You dont understand
Got a light shines on me
If you wanna touch flames
Come unto me
Got a flame in my hand
If you dont want a fire
Step out of my light
Walk on by
Just look away
cause if youre on my path
Youre better off dead
Devils plaything in my hands
If you dont want pain
You dont understand
Got a light shines on me
If you wanna touch flames
Then come unto me
With the completion of the Hindhead Tunnel, this stretch of the main London Portsmouth road (A3) has been returned to nature
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We spent a day a Port Arthur and visited Devil's Kitchen and Tasman's Arch on the way back. Great coastline, very very warm weather.
This amazing exhibition tells the story of arguably the Greatest Munitions Factory on Earth, which was constructed on the Anglo-Scottish Border between scenic Dornock in Scotland and bustling Longtown in England. During 1915, Britain was at a massive disadvantage in the early part of the Great War through lack of a decent and consistent supply of quality ammunition.
That is until 30,000 women and men travelled from all over the world to come and work in this one massive factory, purpose built by the government on the northern shore of the Solway Firth specifically to mass manufacture cordite: a smokeless explosive usually made from nitro-glycerine and nitro-cotton that would go on to turn the battle around! Within 2 years this one uber factory was producing 1,100 tons of cordite a week, which was more than all the other munitions plants in Britain put together!
This amazing exhibition tells the story of arguably the Greatest Munitions Factory on Earth, which was constructed on the Anglo-Scottish Border between scenic Dornock in Scotland and bustling Longtown in England. During 1915, Britain was at a massive disadvantage in the early part of the Great War through lack of a decent and consistent supply of quality ammunition.
That is until 30,000 women and men travelled from all over the world to come and work in this one massive factory, purpose built by the government on the northern shore of the Solway Firth specifically to mass manufacture cordite: a smokeless explosive usually made from nitro-glycerine and nitro-cotton that would go on to turn the battle around! Within 2 years this one uber factory was producing 1,100 tons of cordite a week, which was more than all the other munitions plants in Britain put together!
Devils Tower in Wyoming in the Northwestern edge of the Black hills. It is formed of igneous rock, the solidifed lava tube of an extinct volcano. It is considered holy sacred ground by Native Americans of the area. (primarily the Lakota and sioux tribes)
Started off in a place called Devils Dyke where I stepped in a ton of dog shit, then off to a pub in harpenden where i stunk out the place and round the streets. All in all a good time was had!
The Tasmanian Devil is endemic to Tasmania [Australia] and the Devil Facial Tumour Disease (DFTD) has had a devasting impact on their population.
16th December 2007. I volunteered on the Corinna/Savage River 'Devil' monitoring trip.
Alex - female weighed 6.2kg, born 2005. Had 4 active teats. Showed no signs of DFTD.
The Department of Primary Industries, Parks, Water and Environment continues to monitor the population and research DFTD.
It was such a hot day, maybe our last of summer who knows, but there was like a slight mist that sat on the Downs
Regan: I'm not Regan.
Karras: I see. Well then, let's introduce ourselves. I'm Damien Karras.
Regan: I'm the devil. Now kindly undo these straps!
Karras: Where's Regan?
Regan: In here - with us.
“God never talks. But the devil keeps advertising, Father. The devil does a lot of commercials.”
William Peter Blatty
Devil's Pulpit is a quartzite column separated by the greater quartzite ledges of Monument Mountain in Great Barrington. Rich with history and lore, Monument Mountain has inspired the likes of Herman Melville, Nathaniel Hawthorne, and William Cullen Bryant. Bryant's famed poem "Monument Mountain" tells the story of a Mohican woman who was memorialized by the 100+ foot spire after leaping from the adjacent cliffs.
The Trustees of Reservations has owned this site since 1899.