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Illustration Friday Prompt
Watercolour and acrylic on watercolour paper
Blogged: kirstinmcculloch.blogspot.com/2011/10/hibernate-illustrat...
I decided it was time to start working on self portraiture.
As you can see, I'm not used to it.
I look so uncomfortable in this.
After hibernating on my ceiling for some months, my houseguest decided it was finally time to leave. Realising my hand was warmer than outside he stayed for a few minutes, and then was gone. I shall miss him...
the dude on the left is called bear. This is the calmest I've ever seen him in my life.. the dude constantly seems to be on some kind of high.
Christmas Party is part of the Chidlren's Museum's Celebrations program in partnership with Bank al Etihad
For more on this program, visit www.cmj.jo/celebrations
I am really happy with this shot, which was tricky to take as I had to hold camera, flash and torch above my head, and found myself noticably lacking in limbs.
Insectivorous British bats survive the winter, and it's lack of prey, by hibernating. They find a site of a suitable (chilly) and stable temperature, then crawl into a crack and reduce their metabolism and heart rate to sleep through the winter. This does make them tricky to spot however.
Note - Hibernating bats are extremely vulnerable to disturbance and have strong legal protection. Sites should not be visited without the appropriate licences and controls. Bats are easily woken from their torpor and every time depletes their limited energy reserves, which cannot be replaced in winter.
Or reading ... he was on a float.
From the Urban dictionary:
Silver fox - An older gentleman who, despite his gray hair, --or maybe because of it-- is dead sexy.
University College London, Spring 2016
London, England
By no means is London considered a sunny city. In fact, during my semester there, I became quite acquainted with the term dreary. Exams were coming to an end, and the rain was finally clearing. At the time I was living close to King’s Cross—a block away from Regent’s canal—a beautiful walk that takes you straight to the base of Primrose hill. It was finally warm enough to sit outside, and all of Camden seemed to have noticed this. Dogs were basking in the setting sun, friends were gathering for a game of pick-up ball. I came with watermelon and drinks, others brough bread and cheese. As the sun was setting, I ran down the hill, and took this shot. Wonderful friends celebrating the start of a new season in a historical and beautiful place. The beauty of London always seems to make up for its dreariness.