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I built this drone space fighter almost a year ago, and have just realized that I'd never posted photos of it online. I built it to serve as an escort to my Contus Lancer Corvette. As such, I tried to work broadly in the same design language. In addition to using the red on white color scheme, I tried to work in various angled shapes, although the smaller scale meant different things were possible. For the name, once again, I went with a Latin word, this time a type of shield.
Alert, fear, anxiety, intimidation, defensiveness and in heightened state. This communication method is known as "piloerection." Same thing when dog's hair is pointing straight up to intimidate another one or ready to fight. This was the Black-crowned Night Heron's reaction to a mink running its way and then behind the branch (see other picture).
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I listen to the voices of the different selves who talk to each other in unknown languages
#ink #painting #art #drawing #peterseelig
John Ray wrote the first proper bird book in the English language in 1678 (though he published the same work in Latin two years earlier). There were earlier books that referenced birds, often with a more general natural history theme, but Ray's was the first devoted to birds. In this first bird book Ray gave three names to this species; "The common Barn-Owl, or White-Owl, or Church-Owl". So one name referred to its unique owl colour, and two referred to its habitat preferences. Interestingly Ray gave the name "Ivy-Owl" as an alternative to our Tawny Owl, and I usually find them roosting in Ivy. The next major work on birds was Thomas Pennant in 1768, though it was a more general work on Zoology. Pennant coined the term warbler used for so many of our birds, and he often led the way for the selection of the accepted British name. But Pennant backed the wrong horse in this instance and chose White Owl. Later authors were reluctant to lose Barn Owl and often kept both names, such as William Yarrell in 1843. He listed both names but in his text showed a clear preference for Barn Owl, and the BOU officially adopted Barn Owl in 1883. So that is why a bird that nests freely in holes in trees, nest boxes on posts, and a variety of old buildings, has become linked to barns. Before I leave the names, the name Screech Owl was widely used and pre-dates Ray as it was first used in 1593. And Barn Owl does indeed screech. Have a listen on xeno-canto: www.xeno-canto.org/604167 , but the name Screech Owl has been adopted for different species of owl in America.
I photographed this hunting Barn Owl recently not far from my home while I was out for an afternoon walk. It was hunting over an abandoned grass field. You can see by the bramble over the wall that the field hasn't been used for some time.
Sculpture (limestone) by Barbara Hepworth, 1948, seen in St. Albans Museum and Gallery. I find it remarkable that Hepworth used the visual language of the Madonna and Child to represent the "new morning" in the biological history of our planet. The Eocene covers roughly the first thirty million years after the extinction of the dinosaurs - and the rise of new plant life, of the mammals and, ultimately, us. The image may tell us that this process has a sacred dimension or, at least, that religious language is a way to visually describe it. Edited in Fuji's raw converter and refined in Luminar.
In the Royal Palace of Madrid, some street lamps ("farolas" in Spanish language) with symbolic decoration have been restored.
Here you can see one of them, in the Plaza de la Armería, where you can see several crowns, a fleur-de-lis and some pine cones.
The fleur-de-lis is a symbol that takes us back to ancient times with the mythical King Solomon and the no less mythical Queen of Sheba.
It is considered a symbol of royalty, found on the coats of arms of several royal dynasties, such as the Bourbon dynasty, which continues to rule in Spain and others.
The fleur-de-lis is part of the coat of arms of several cities, such as Paris, Darmstadt, Elda, Lincoln (UK) or Wiesbaden.
In some cases it is also considered a religious symbol, representing the Virgin Mary and the religious military order of Santiago. And it is part of the coats of arms of the families of several Popes.
It is also considered an alchemical and Masonic symbol.
It even appears in some mafia (mob) organizations: it was adopted by the Hachel Mafia, known as the Virgin Escribana, as an emblem in the 17th century.
In Germany, more specifically in the municipality of Hachelbich, their meetings were held.
Any person not affiliated with the Hachel Mafia who tried to stop them from achieving their goals ended up brutally murdered.
Their victims were recognized by a brand made with a hot iron with the symbol of the fleur-de-lis. (Source: Wikipedia)
UNA FAROLA REAL, 2024
En el Palacio Real de Madrid se han restaurado varias farolas con decoración simbólica.
Aquí se puede ver una de ellas, en plena Plaza de la Armería en la que se pueden ver varias coronas, una flor de lis y algunas piñas.
La flor de lis es un símbolo que nos lleva a tiempos ancestrales con el mítico rey Salomón y la no menos mítica reina de Saba.
Se considera un símbolo de realeza, que se encuentra en los escudos de varias dinastías reales, como la dinastía borbónica, que sigue gobernando en España y otras.
La flor de lis forma parte del escudo de varias ciudades, como París, Darmstadt, Elda, Lincoln (UK) or Wiesbaden.
En algunos casos también se considera un símbolo religioso, que representa a la Virgen María y a la orden religioso militar de Santiago. Y forma parte de los escudos de las familias de varios Papas.
También se considera un símbolo alquímico y masónico.
Incluso aparece en algunas organizaciones mafiosas: fue adoptado por la Mafia Hachel, conocida como la Virgen Escribana, como emblema en el siglo XVII.
En Alemania, más específicamente en el municipio de Hachelbich, se realizaban sus reuniones.
Cualquier persona ajena a la Mafia Hachel que intentase detener el cumplimiento de sus objetivos terminaba brutalmente asesinada.
Sus víctimas eran reconocidas mediante una marca hecha con hierro candente con el símbolo de la flor de lis. (Fuente: Wikipedia)
Is mathematics the language of the universe?
I find it neat that many plants (haha, but not all!) follow a mathematical rule called the "Golden Ratio" when they grow. Using this ratio (and a numbering sequence attributed to Fibonacci but known in India for hundreds of years before), each petal is able to get the maximum amount of sunlight it possibly can. Next time you see a sunflower, take a close look - its growth pattern can be described using mathematics!
“Sensuality is a language, and it’s time to become fluent.” — Lebo Grand
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The sin of King Nimrod, in the Old Testament, was to build a tower high enough to reach into Heaven so that he could access God.
The myth goes that as the Tower of Babel reached a great height, God was displeased and was concerned that humanity as a unified people would be capable of great things by their working together. So "He" caused great confusion in peoples' minds and sent them running in divergent directions. This confusion caused them to splinter their singular language into dozens of different tongues, from which sprang many nations and differing cultures of the world.
The arrogance of modern technology and science seeks to replace god ( God ) with it's own singular omnipotence, to reach heights unforeseen where every single aspect of life can be known and predicted. That would qualify as 'omniscience' to me, a quality usually reserved for the Biblical God. It's richly ironic how science works SO hard to deny the existence of God while doing everything it can to take 'his' place.
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A completely digitally un-manipulated photograph exploiting the deliberate misuse of the cell phone camera's "Pano" function.
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© Richard S Warner ( Visionheart ) - 2016. All Rights Reserved. This image is not for use in any form without explicit, express, written permission.
My Website: visionheartblog.wordpress.com
This lovely woman is Chrystal, who has tried to teach me American Sign Language (sadly Canadians use American sign) for the last two semesters. She is a lovely, bright and funny woman. When she was a little girl, the doctors told her parents she was retarded because of her inability to speak. I'd say perhaps they were the ones with the problem. Turns out she was only operating with 15 % of her hearing. Since then, she has lost it all. She uses a cochlear implant to hear and is fluent in sign as well as an excellent lip reader.
Tonight I write my final exam for Level 2. I've been reviewing so long I'm getting cross-eyed, or cross-fingered more accurately. The end of this class means I get a certificate. Yee haw!
Back to work.
Encounter, part 2. This is the same cinnamon Black Bear seen in yesterday's post. Its body language is very different. It takes a worried bear to give me a look like that. Interesting comparison, I think.
After I'd been working with it alone for 15 minutes or so and this bear had accepted me as non-threatening, along came a couple of tourists in their car. There was a slight bend in the road behind me, where my car was, about 50 feet away and slightly to the right. Instead of pulling up directly behind me, they stopped 75 feet short, triangulating the bear. Behind the bear was a mountain wall.
Its stress level went straight up. Ears back, fear in its eyes. I began talking to it in a soft voice and slowly backing up, trying not to trip over roots and branches, while it considered possible options. And all ended well, as I was able to give it a clear escape path, which it took.
Then I walked over and had a little talk with the tourists. I was calm. You can't teach people by yelling at them. I told them they had created a dangerous situation for me, and why: "You effectively surrounded the bear, and that put me at risk."
Of course, I knew from the start this might happen. I had my own escape route in mind all along. After a few minutes with this bear, I was pretty sure we could read each other and no one would get his nose out of joint. But tourists always increase the danger level, because "reading" wildlife is a foreign concept to them and they unwittingly do dumb things. I'd much rather photograph bears in the back country.
Photographed in Waterton Lakes National Park, Alberta (Canada). Don't use this image on websites, blogs, or other media without explicit permission ©2012 James R. Page - all rights reserved.
Outfit: {Le'La} Kosem Outfit (LaraX)
Hair: TRUTH Collective Luscious / - Brunette
Backdrop: SYNNERGY// Tokyo Loft [DAY] 360 Backdrop
Photos taken at Sunny's Studio
Some say its the Language of Prayer,
some say its the Language between Lovers,
other means its the Language of the Spirit himself.
i know there are People here on Flickr who speaks that
Language (because sometimes there are talking with me)
Its the most beautyfull Language i know.
photography,processing,filter,texture,structure,composing,
digital painting.
The Texture is by Miss Tota.
Dedicated to esanatha and her current exhibition "The language of lines"
Everyone who hasn't done 'til now: its a must ! Go and make your round !
Thank you @esanatha that you made legs world-famous !
Now your leg has a chance too ;-)
Starting point for boat trips in the direction of Antartis.
Ushuaia, located on the Beagle Channel, is the southernmost city in Argentina. "Ushuaia" (indigenous language of the Yámana) means "bay in the east".
Ushuaia competes with Puerto Williams on the island of Navarino, which belongs to Chile, for the title of the southernmost city in the world.
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Ausgangspunkt für Bootsfahrten Richtung Antarktis.
Ushuaia, am Beagle-Kanal gelegen, ist die südlichste Stadt Argentiniens. „Ushuaia“ (in der indigenen Sprache der Yámana) bedeutet „Bucht im Osten“.
Ushuaia konkurriert mit Puerto Williams auf der zu Chile gehörenden Insel Navarino um den Titel der südlichsten Stadt der Welt.
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Read the second chapter of Neo Chronicles of Adair on the official Fantasy Faire blog to discover the treasures awaiting you at this year's Fantasy Faire Quest: The Language of Birds!
Many thanks to Aznana Shieldmaiden for working together with me on this shoot. ♥
Photo taken at Fairelands Junction, created by Saiyge Lotus.
Four and a half years ago, I took a train to Nagasaki from Shimabara.The train passed a tiny seaside station which named Omisaki. It was amazing the hanging handkerchiefs on platform were written wishes by people in various of languages. Due to my tour schedule I had no time to get off to shoot, so I just catched the moment the door opening. Maybe the composition is not good in a rush, but I love this picture. Now I'm wondering so many years passed, have the wishes came true? I really hope so!
Source: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Badlands_National_Park
Badlands National Park (Lakota: Makȟóšiča) is an American national park located in southwestern South Dakota. The park protects 242,756 acres (379.3 sq mi; 982.4 km2) of sharply eroded buttes and pinnacles, along with the largest undisturbed mixed grass prairie in the United States. The National Park Service manages the park, with the South Unit being co-managed with the Oglala Lakota tribe.
The Badlands Wilderness protects 64,144 acres (100.2 sq mi; 259.6 km2) of the park's North Unit as a designated wilderness area, and is one site where the black-footed ferret, one of the most endangered mammals in the world, was reintroduced to the wild. The South Unit, or Stronghold District, includes sites of 1890s Ghost Dances, a former United States Air Force bomb and gunnery range, and Red Shirt Table, the park's highest point at 3,340 feet (1,020 m).
Authorized as Badlands National Monument on March 4, 1929, it was not established until January 25, 1939. Badlands was redesignated a national park on November 10, 1978. Under the Mission 66 plan, the Ben Reifel Visitor Center was constructed for the monument in 1957–58. The park also administers the nearby Minuteman Missile National Historic Site. The movies Dances with Wolves (1990) and Thunderheart (1992) were partially filmed in Badlands National Park.
This national park was originally a reservation of the Oglala Sioux Indians and spans the southern unit of the park. The area around Stronghold Table was originally Sioux territory, and is revered as a ceremonial sacred site rather than a place to live.
In 1868, at the Second Treaty of Fort Laramie, the United States assured the Sioux that the Badlands shall forever be the property of the Sioux. In 1889, however, the treaty was broken and the Badlands were confiscated by the United States and unilaterally incorporated into a national park.
At the end of the 19th century, the Sioux Indians used this area as the site of the Ghost Dance, a ceremony to revive the souls of buffalo and the dead. After the last ghost dance in 1890, the United States banned the ritual, but it was revived by the Red Power movement, a movement to restore Indian rights that began in the 1960s. In 1980, the U.S. Supreme Court awarded compensation to the Sioux for the abrogation of the 1868 treaty, but the Sioux did not accept the money.
Additional Foreign Language Tags:
(United States) "الولايات المتحدة" "Vereinigte Staaten" "アメリカ" "美国" "미국" "Estados Unidos" "États-Unis"
(South Dakota) "داكوتا الجنوبية" "南达科他州" "Dakota du Sud" "दक्षिण डकोटा" "サウスダコタ" "사우스다코타" "Южная Дакота" "Dakota del Sur"
(Badlands) "الاراضي الوعره" "荒地" "बैडलैंड्स" "バッドランズ" "황무지" "Бесплодные земли" "Tierras baldías"
Dave had already disappeared, seemingly swallowed by the forest and its secrets. Maybe he just wanted to escape the endless drizzle, but something told us otherwise. In the woods, Dave can see things that escape me entirely. We knew it would be at least an hour until we saw him again. Dave was entering Dave World, a place where everything makes sense and all is calm. He’d be just fine.
By his own admission, Lee wasn’t feeling the love. He couldn’t see the forest sprites emerging from the mist. “Everything is just a tangled mess!” he complained as he watched Carl and I creeping around the mossy boulders at the edges of this magical dark green world. Lee likes minimal, and this was anything but. Maybe he’d find a lone tree for his Leica somewhere outside the woodland. But with the filthy elements in such a persistent mood, his state of the art camera stayed in the bag.
On the walk from the car park, I mostly chatted with Carl. Carl and I had been “friends” on another platform for a couple of years by now, and although he only lives just over the border in west Devon, this was the first time we’d met. We had much to talk about, including his autumn workshop visit to Iceland, which had been interesting to say the least. We shared future plans, anecdotes on locations and even more importantly, he told us that the Fox Tor Cafe in Princetown had excellent reviews. That was lunch sorted then.
While Carl had been here a handful of times, this was just my second visit. The first time had been six years earlier, when I’d placed reasonably well in the over fifties category in a nearby 10k trail race that took us from the high ground at Castle Drogo down into the depths of Fingle Woods alongside the River Teign, another location I’ve long wanted to photograph but still not made it to. On that day my partner in crime was Emma, an old friend of many years whose race plan was always the complete opposite of mine. Whereas she’d charge off from the starting line like a bull at a gate, I’d struggle to find an early rhythm and be wheezing away like a broken accordion. Towards the end I’d be settled in, breathing evenly and feeling strong, by which time she’d be hyperventilating noisily and demanding more Haribo. We stuck together throughout the course, each taking turns to swear and curse at the other for dragging them out on a soaking March morning - all because the finishers’ medals looked so delightfully blingy. “Give ‘em a shiny thing for getting over the finish line and they’ll come in numbers,” said the organisers to themselves. The language from my companion in that last steep uphill mile was especially fruity that day.
After more than six miles of purgatory in running shoes, Emma had gone to spend the afternoon with her in-laws who lived nearby. I’d brought my camera gear with intentions to ignore the fast road and roll back across the moor. The wood had been one of the two places I planned to visit. “Now let’s see - trail running shoes, check. Compression socks, check. Waterproof winter trousers, check. Welly boots, double check.” It seemed I had everything I needed - except for the conditions. That day I carefully focus stacked a strangely symmetrical frame among the carnage, but in retrospect I’m not sure it was worth the bother. To make this place ping, you really need a bit of mist. Or a lot more skill in Photoshop than I possessed.
Today, six years later things were pinging quite nicely. I mean you can always have more fog of course, but the meteorological lottery was rewarding us well for our efforts. And we’d started very early, which you probably know isn’t my thing at all. In fact, when I later told one of you that I’d been up before 6am in preparation for this outing, he demanded to know who’d hacked into my Whatsapp and threatened to call the authorities. But yes, we’d arrived here at eight, met a few moments later by Carl, and slooshed our way through the mud to the woods, enveloped in a grungy grey curtain, just as we’d hoped for.
It might take a while to start to see things, but when you do, it’s really quite rewarding. Nick, who joined us a little later, has been here countless times, yet he told us he still often finds new shapes emerging from the mist. And now, as I stole away from the others and headed a few yards north, I found the lollipop stick, poking through a mossy “V” shaped frame. No faffing around with focus stacks this time, just a straightforward thumbprint on the main attraction and let everything else recede into a blur. There’s so much waiting here to be discovered.
Dave had that quiet smugness about him which always means he’s found a masterpiece. Carl looked happy enough too. Lee was chewing a Snickers bar. I think the Leica had come out briefly, but he was really saving it for the lone hawthorns we’d find elsewhere later. For three of us at least, the first full day had started well, but it was time to move on and find the next location.
We waited for a long-time watching Mom resting near the jackal den. The little ones were hidden underground. After quite a while we could see Dad coming from a distance away. Mom didn’t see him until he got close and the greeting he received was worth the wait. She ran for him, showing with body language and licks just how happy she was to see him. He accepted the love with aloof dignity! (Black-backed Jackal – Lupulella mesomelas) (Sony a1, 400mm f/2.8 with a 1.4 extender for 560mm @ f/4, 1/1250 second, ISO 1600)
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So I finally got around to doing an image of my own character from the coronation of King Saefiraen event.
Ilirra, Little Tree's scathach fae True Form, all gussied up. Little Tree is of course played by myself, Cedar Ashland, and is a roleplay character at Convergence: The Lost City.
visible items worn:
hair: nani // cora hair_(fit) // variety
head piece: *LODE* Head Accessory - Olivia [ice]
face accessories: {Limerence} Mermaid facegems
dress: >glYph< Aurora Dress Iceblue *Maitreya Lara*
shoulder pieces: ERSCH - Crystalls Gacha Body Crystalls 10
misc. accessories: .aisling. Diane Style 3 - Fitted [Size 2]
pose: SLC SS Pose Coastline Point3 (13m) by Body Language Sweet Lovely Cute
A macro view of a metal ruler showing millimeters and 32nds of an inch.
Technical info:
The scene was illuminated by two LED light panels placed at 4- and 7-o'clock.
Lens: reverse-mounted Nikon EL - Nikkor 50mm f2.8 attached to bellows extended to 75mm.
Mount Merapi, Gunung Merapi in Indonesian language, is a conical volcano located on the border between Central Java and Yogyakarta, Indonesia.
It is the most active volcano in Indonesia and has erupted regularly since 1548. Its name means Mountain of Fire. It is very close to the city of Yogyakarta, and thousands of people live on the flanks of the volcano.
Although smoke can be seen emerging from the mountain top at least 300 days a year, several eruptions have caused fatalities. Hot gas from a large explosion killed 43 people in 1994, mostly in the town of Muntilan, west of the volcano. Another large eruption occurred in 2006, shortly before the Yogyakarta earthquake. In light of the hazards that Merapi poses to populated areas, it has been designated as one of the Decade Volcanoes.
In April 2006, increased seismicity at more regular intervals and a detected bulge in the volcano's cone indicated that fresh eruptions were imminent. Authorities put the volcano's neighboring villages on high alert and local residents prepared for a likely evacuation. On April 19 smoke from the crater reached a height of 400 metres, compared to 75 metres the previous day. On April 23, after nine surface tremors and some 156 multifaced quakes signalled movements of magma, some 600 elderly and infant residents of the slopes were evacuated.
By early May, active lava flows had begun. On May 11, with lava flow beginning to be constant, some 17,000 people were ordered to be evacuated from the area and on May 13, Indonesian authorities raised the alert status to the highest level, ordering the immediate evacuation of all residents on the mountain. Many villagers defied the dangers posed by the volcano and returned to their villages, fearing that their livestock and crops would be vulnerable to theft. Activity calmed by the middle of May.
On May 27, a 6.2 magnitude earthquake struck roughly 30 miles southwest of Merapi, killing at least 5,000 and leaving at least 200,000 people homeless in the Yogyakarta region, heightening fears that Merapi will blow The quake did not appear to be a long-period oscillation, a seismic disturbance class that is increasingly associated with major volcanic eruptions. A further 11,000 villagers were evacuated on June 6 as lava and superheated clouds of gas poured repeatedly down its upper slopes. The pyroclastic flows are known locally as wedhus gembel (Javanese for shaggy goat).
122 Pictures in 2022 - 58 Language of Flowers
Out with ianbartlett for an 11 mile circular walk from Arlington.
到个時揭个旗無根就無旗
從來盲識有過真正個自家根
在海風強烈吹來吹去島嶼
畀外來文化連根掘挖
移上移下
根 尋唔到地下水脈
釘唔下自家真正根
祖公傳下一句話
到時就揭旗
「母語文字化」
就係恩兜客家根
「我寫我口」
就係全地球流動地下水脈
ANNOUNCEMENT: The word "Squaw" will soon be removed from locales and geographical features in the U.S., it was announced recently. When the word was widely used in the 19th century, many people were unaware of its racist and sexist connotations toward Native American women. (During that same era, the infamous N word was also widely used for geographic features. Those names were removed decades ago, in some cases at the cost of historical accuracy.)
Thank you for inviting me to this challenge :)
I enjoyed shooting. yes purely.
I chose "Option C" And a little imagination
#Pryce Body Language Challenge
The Indalo is a prehistoric magical symbol found in the cave of "Los Letreros" ("The Signboards") in Sierra de María-Los Vélez Natural Park in Vélez Blanco, Almería, Andalusia, Spain. It has been customary to paint the Indalo symbol on the front of houses and businesses to protect them from evil (similar to Kokopelli of the south-western US) and is considered to be a god totem. The indalo has an origin in the Levante, Spain and dates back to 2500 BC. The pictograph was named in memory of Saint Indaletius, and means Indal eccius (Messenger of the Gods) in the Iberian language.
Sculpture of the man of Indalo in Almería
Legend has it that the Indalo was a ghost that could hold and carry a rainbow in his hands (thus the arch over the head of the man). The Indalo has been adopted as the official symbol in the province of Almería. The Indalo symbol is used as a lucky charm in the Almería region also. To carry the charm is only beneficial if it has been presented as a gift. Some people also believe that the story behind the symbol of the Indalo man is about a man who escapes in a cave to get away from the rain, then when the rain stops, out comes a rainbow and when the man walks away from the wall of the cave, the image is left there. The American indigenous rights organization Cultural Survival uses an Indalo symbol on its logo.
[Dedicated to CRA (ILYWMAHASAM)]
This Indalo is made of clay.
Uploaded for the group
Gigaset GS 290
ƒ/2.0
3.5 mm
1/20 Sec
ISO 900