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Turkmenistan: Nestled in the depths of the Karakum desert lies this gaseous crater, accidentally created by the drills of the state energy company. Legend has it that forty years ago a Soviet soldier flicked his cigarette into the hole, setting it alight. It has been burning ever since and is known locally as Hell's Mouth. www.ohcomely.co.uk/post.php?id=226
Inside the ground, in the most deep caves where all is darkness and fire dwells the fearsome creature: The HELL TROLL, that eat Trolls Orcs, Goblins, Dragons and any other living creature. His breath melts the steel, its tail is like white hot steel whips, his skin is like a rock and his horns can reduced to ashes his enemies.
Made in Super Sculpey. 31 x 22 x 22 cm
Sculptor: Ricardo Díaz - Fotos: Alain Richaud.
And the Texas Aggie Ninja Panda sang, “Waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda, will you come a waltzing, Matilda with me?” just before he plunged his ninja blade into the little Australian koala bear.
It’s going to be hell trying to explain this to the Australian consulate in NYC.
Stiftung André Heller
Kunst, Botanischer Garten, Gardone-Riviera
Heute gehört der Garten zur Stiftung des österreichischen Künstlers André Heller. Er hat zu den vielen Pflanzen Kunstwerke verschiedener bedeutender Künstler aus aller Welt (z.B. Keith Haring) gesellt, die aus dem Botanischen Garten nun einen Kunstgarten machen. André Heller selbst nutzt die e Villa als Wohnhaus, wenn er am Gardasee weilt.
Herbstmode besteht in der Regel aus warmen, klobige Kleidung und dunklen und satten Farben. Es ist weit entfernt von Frühlings- und Sommermode und ich kenne viele Frauen, die Herbst- und Wintermode im Frühjahr und Sommer bevorzugen, weil dunkle Farben sehr sexy und schmeichelhaft aussehen k...
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Hell Lane and Schute's Lane - Ancient holloway, or sunken highway, between Chideock and Symondsbury, in Dorset
Stuffing the essentials in their right places.
And no, the nailpolish ain´t mine.
This pic is a tribute to the finest woman I´ve ever met.
She´s the sharpest knife in the drawer around here.
And she´s much more of an Angel than hell on heels, but somehow, the song fits.
some people here on flickr are really skilled at this faux-vintage treatment; I'm just a real beginner, so I'd truly appreciate any suggestions or critiques you'd care to send my way, either in the Comments box, or via flickrmail
Hells Gate is the local name for a collapsed cavern, located in Uzbekistan. This is an accidentally created, man-made geological feature. Located approximately in the middle of the Karakum Desert, the area is rich in natural gas deposits. In 1971, Soviet scientists tapped into a cavern filled with natural gas. The ground beneath the drilling rig collapsed, creating a cavern approximately 230 feet (70 m) across. To avoid the dangerous discharge of gases, it was decided to ignite the gas and let it burn off quickly. Thus, Hells Gate was created.
Hells Gate Physical Characteristics
The cavern now known as Hells Gate that was accidentally created is 66 feet (20 m) deep. The heat from the perpetual flames has created a permanent pool of bubbling mud known as a mudpot. This is accompanied by vivid orange flames. This is what lead to the local name for the cavern. It is now known that the natural gas deposits in the region are among the most extensive in the world. The original expectations were that the deposit would burn itself out in a few days. Instead, Hells Gate continues to burn to this day! #ourbreathingplanet
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The hell cat design was the cumulative result of many different things. The body was something that has been on my mind for some time, and in many ways is the refined and distilled version of my very first guitar. It is actually closer to the sketch that inspired my first build than my first build ended up being.
I first sketched up the unique bridge shape this time last year. It was originally intended to be used for a fanned fret 8 string I was designing but the customer ended up backing out. I really liked the general shape though, so I changed for use on a mono scale six string.
The top is carved buckeye burl. The tailpiece, bridge, pickup covers, knobs, and truss rod cover (not in the photos) are made from claro walnut burl. the body has a soft maple core, with eastern black walnut wings. The neck is curly eastern black walnut. Headstock veneer is buckeye burl front and back. Peters logo is in copper, and the nut is buffalo horn. The fretboard is EIR with abalone set in copper. All the binding is curly maple.
It has a master volume, master tone, 3 way selector, and series/single/parallel switch for each pup. Pickups are GFS soapbar 180’s and tuners are grover locking.
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Seek Merry Hell - Fade Away, and Radiate by Megan Whitmarsh - MU Eindhoven, 2012 - photo by Boudewijn Bollmann
Jigokudani (地獄谷) or Hell Valley is in Noboribetsu (登別), Hokkaido.
More about this photo at www.kenleewrites.com/2008/12/a-trip-to-hell-valley.html.
Saw the Akron/Family at Cargo last night.
Probaby the best gig I've ever been too. Awesome music, great atmosphere, lots of dancing, clapping and singing along, the crowd being invited on stage to play percussion, a dance a little bit like the YMCA and loads of squeaky toys. And great beards.
A.M.A.Z.I.N.G
Naturally my pictures fail to capture the joy of the evening.
Here's a couple of You Tube links
www.youtube.com/watch?v=PuPRh7LSWvo
www.youtube.com/watch?v=i3q_Ep4XSag
www.youtube.com/watch?v=pcKwFaHyW0Y
And their websites
He stares distantly at the painting behind the stage, and takes a swallow, before slowly lowering his glass to dangle at his side. "Do you believe in hell, Guin?" he asks abruptly.
"Yes, I do."
"And what do you think it is?" he asks softly. He doesn't look away from the painting. "Fire neverending?"
"I think hell is what we make of it," she says softly. "Regrets, mistakes. A reflection of the life we've led, forced to live with that pain for eternity."
He finishes it off, slowly lowers the glass, and shifts his gaze from the painting to her face. "I read once, that hell is the absence of God. Darkness neverending. Not fire, or torment..." He gestures idly with his empty glass. "Just a world without... boundaries. What do you think?" He suddenly looks at Guin again, fixed and intent. Then a slow, cold smile tips his mouth. "Would it shock you, bonita, to know I believe there -is- a God?"
"Absence of light. All hope," she whispers. She answers his smile with a faint one of her own, but there's little humor in it. She holds amber even though the glasses, seeing him despite that. "No, actually." Her voice is soft. "It wouldn't."
Bastian leans in to whisper to Guin, his gaze sharp. Hooded and watchful. "That -is- hell, baby girl. The absence of God. And we're in it, all of us. He gave up on his wretched fucking creation and turned his backs on us long ago."
Hell's Half Acre is a large scarp located about 40 miles west of Casper, Wyoming. Encompassing 320 acres, this geologic oddity is composed of deep ravines, caves, rock formations and hard-packed eroded earth. Native American tribes used the ravines to drive bison to their death during their hunts.
I seem to recall this being published in a magazine somewhere but I can't recall which one.
You can purchase this gag as a greeting card at www.greetingcarduniverse.com/cabbagehead.