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......keeps the demons away!
Helenium - Sahin's Early Flowerer.
Also known as sneezeweed or sneezewort, as in a time long long ago - even before 'the great phone plague', a time when outlandishly large cups of coffee to go were only a dream, the leaves of Helenium were dried and used to make snuff whose sneeze inducing inhalation was said to free the body of evil spirits.
In our garden,
This is a reliable plant for producing these rather outlandish flowers that are over 15 cm across. It is very easy to grow from a large bulb, as an indoor plant in the UK.
vintage jacket: my great aunt louise's closet
tee: hand me down
brass button cardigan: jcrew
levi's cut-offs: the outlet store, they started as long pants, then were knee length shorts, now i'm pushin' the indecent envelope with the new length they're at
tights: target
shoes: seychelle
vintage gladstone style leather bag: super amazing gift from my boyfriend. I was drooling over this thing on ebay, but couldn't allow myself to spend the outlandish UK shipping. One day, I found it tucked into a corner of my room - the little sneak bought it for me!
Barely visible is the message on the garage door that tells us to “Please honk”. I think I can guess why the sign was painted, but what do you think? I’m sure some of you will provide us with a creative, even outlandish reason. Your turn!
A moment during our last day of round trip around Iceland, when we left Snaefellsnes National Park with its outlandish volcanic landscapes and endless hrauns (lava fields) to see a real village again.
This photo was taken at the Kabuki-chou crossing on the Yasukuni Doori avenue. It is a classic location to take photos of Shinjuku.
Kabuki-chou was so named as there was a plan to relocate the Kabuki Theatre from Ginza. The plan did not realise but the name remained. A theatre was constructed instead by the Touhou movie company, which was rebuilt recently as the Godzilla building as you see today.
From the late 16th to early 17th century, there were groups of people who wore outlandish clothes with odd hairstyles, involved in crimes and violence, and violated public morals and government orders. Kabuki originally meant such conducts. They may be a root of Yakuza gangs.
Izumono Okuni (出雲阿国), the founder of Kabuki, invented a dance performance influenced by their fashion and unusual aesthetic sense. Although Kabuki as a theatre-play is gentrified by now, actors' costumes, make-ups and conducts retain the original identity.
Kabuki-cho is said to be the safest gangtown in the world. It is safe as far as you behave properly, but it is a fact that there are offices of Yakuza here and there. Kabuki-cho sounds like a suitable name for the original meaning of Kabuki.
The title is from part of the description in Birdlife Australia for this Crested Shrike-tit An apt descrption I think!
These birds are endemic to mainland Australia.
They use that strong bill to tear and probe at bark, hunting for insects.
I have only ever encountered these birds once before
so pleased to see this bird in a similar spot along the river to the Silvereye from yesterday.
Isn't it Murphy's Law though that all is quiet and the minute you the prize bird in your sights, a loud family walks past and scares it off! Happened to me about 3 times on Sunday ;-).
Forgive me for a moment - So I needed to just do something different, outlandish, dramatic dark, devilish and possibly creative. Breaking all the likely photography rules of processing but it was a pure joy of creative release. This is what I do when I go to the dark place and mood. It was a hellish day today! Hope you like (or hate). Any and all reactions means success. HaHa
Finally my crocuses promise me a spring
They are imported plants in Icelandic nature, but the bloom in the spring!
This blooming spring that lets me dream of foreign springs, a bit further south
Our totally native spring is only getting more days of + degrees, by and by quitting freezing at nights, who get brighter night by night now - that is wonderful - and then the green coming out of the yellow winter earth.
The blooming belongs to the summer.
I love outlandish blooming spring
Botanical Gardens of Brasilia - DF, Brazil.
Males in the genus Lophornis are noted from their outlandish, colorful crests and markings.
Known locally as "topetinho-vermelho".
Kingdom: Animalia
Phylum: Chordata
Class: Aves
Order: Apodiformes
Family: Trochilidae
Subfamily: Lesbiinae
Tribe: Lesbiini
Genus: Lophornis Lesson, 1829
Species: L. magnificus Vieillot, 1817
Binomial name: Lophornis magnificus
Dear Friends,
Please enjoy my new therapeutic and meditative musical creation, Magical Lake
It has been made to be experienced together with my new fairytale, which you can find both on my English and Russian blogs (see links).
Lead in...
Imagine yourself walking along the shore of a beautiful, fabulous lake. Everything around shines in the gentle rays of the sun and amazing music sounds in the air... Beautiful outlandish flowers grow all around, dropping droplets of precious nectar into the sparkling water. With each step you feel the silken touch of water and melody, which wash away all your sorrows and fill you with an unlimited sense of love and harmony and happiness ... :)
... and the story begins ...
The Enchanted Prince & Riding Hood
Радужные Размышления Моего Сердца
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year! 💖✨
Elena 🌈☀️
Divinity
********
I look outside my window, and star up to the stars,
I close my eyes, and softly share a thought,
For life is like a sentence, forever behind bars,
For there are darkened lessons to be taught,
The pains I feel are plenty, the screams I hear, so loud,
Is this all that my life has left for me?
See this is why I ponder, and stare right at a cloud,
And wish that there is right where I could be,
I long to travel higher, to reach, to soar, to fly,
Yet all my wishes crash right back to Earth,
But now it’s time for movement, no tears are left to cry,
This moment I have longed for, my rebirth,
So hear my heartfelt message, dream big and reach your goal,
Never falter at the sight hurt,
For we are all but angels, divine is each our soul,
And now it’s time we flew right out the dirt.
by Daniel Parker
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
"It is called the the world's most beautiful sauna - glittering like a piece of jewelry in Lake Bandak."
"The artistic idea - The inspiration for the sauna is derived from surrounding landscape and history. The characteristic silhouette of the building is an interpretation of the steep mountainsides surrounding the Bandak lake. The wooden shingle cladding is inspired by local building techniques. Integrated in the cladding are gleaming golden shingles. The gold is a reference to local folklore; to the mythical and outlandish. It also references the obvious contrast which arose between the soft-spoken people of Telemark and lavish upper-class foreign travellers during the establishment of Dalen Hotel at the end of the nineteenth century."
Source: suleskarvegen.no/en/what-to-see-and-do-along-the-road/sor...
Dalen. Telemark.
On the darkest and most dreariest of days - this little red cabin stands out as a colorful beacon to all who pass by. Just behind it is an outlandish purple outhouse. I find the little homestead absolutely delightful.
Finally my crocuses promise me a spring
They are imported plants in Icelandic nature, but the bloom in the spring!
This blooming spring that lets me dream of foreign springs, a bit further south
Our totally native spring is only getting more days of + degrees, by and by quitting freezing at nights, who get brighter night by night now - that is wonderful - and then the green coming out of the yellow winter earth.
The blooming belongs to the summer.
I love outlandish blooming spring
Finally my crocuses promise me a spring
They are imported plants in Icelandic nature, but the bloom in the spring!
This blooming spring that lets me dream of foreign springs, a bit further south
Our totally native spring is only getting more days of + degrees, by and by quitting freezing at nights, who get brighter night by night now - that is wonderful - and then the green coming out of the yellow winter earth.
The blooming belongs to the summer.
I love outlandish blooming spring
#4 from my "Memories of Tucson" Series
Mt Lemmon Scenic Byway is the only paved road that leads to the upper reaches of Mt. Lemmon and the Santa Catalina Range. It is one of the most scenic drives in southeast Arizona. It provides access to a fascinating land of great vistas, outlandish rockscapes, cool mountain forests and deep canyons spilling out onto broad deserts. Because the road starts in the Lower Sonoran vegetative life zone and climbs to the high forests of the Canadian zone, it offers the biological equivalent of driving from the deserts of Mexico to the forests of Canada in a short stretch of 27 miles. Here you'll find plants and animals and geology that exhibit some of the most wide-ranging natural diversity to be found in any area of comparable size in the continental United States.
As you drive up the mountain, every turn seems to reveal something new. In some places that may be a community of trees, shrubs, and wildflowers different from the one just around the previous curve. In others, it may be a new gallery of natural rock sculptures even more impossibly perched than the last, or a broader panorama that stretches in an entirely different direction than the one that caused you to stop and snap a photo just a few moments before.
www.go-arizona.com/Mt-Lemmon-Scenic-Byway/
Knarr Gallery
Daryl Knarr
Knarr Photography
Sítio Espinheiro Negro - Juquitiba, SP, Brazil.
Known in Brazil as "topetinho-verde".
Males in the genus Lophornis are noted from their outlandish crests and markings.
Kingdom: Animalia
Phylum: Chordata
Class: Aves
Order: Apodiformes
Family: Trochilidae
Subfamily: Lesbiinae
Tribe: Lesbiini
Genus: Lophornis Lesson, 1829
Species: L. chalybeus (Temminck, 1821)
Binomial name: Lophornis chalybeus
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Of course I knew exactly what I was going to see. Half a dozen or more YouTube feeds had prepared me for the view, and beyond that quite a few of you had evidently been here too. And even by Iceland’s celebrity A list standards, this was a location that I knew was going to have my eyes springing from their sockets and bouncing about on the ground like table tennis balls. Arriving here in July as we did, most visitors were standing just to the left at the spot where the nearest puffin activity was taking place a few yards further away, which did at least mean that despite the numbers present, there wasn’t a jostle of togs trying to shoot the epic view in front of them.
By now, Lee and I had driven most of the 1,100 odd miles around the ring road in our rented bright yellow VW camper, to which you can add the Snaefellsnes detour. Great swathes of the north and east of the country had been bypassed on an eternally dreary and damp afternoon in our eagerness to get to the south coast and its collection of landscape jewels. Only the previous morning we’d waited in hope at Eystrahorn, over two hundred miles to the east, and then Vestrahorn before heading into the small town of Hofn for supplies. Both locations had remained elusive, making themselves completely invisible under grey shrouds and foiling our ambitions completely. From there we’d headed west to overnight beside the unworldly Jokulsarlon glacier lagoon and take photographs among the chunks of ice washed back onto the black sands of Diamond Beach at midnight under an endless veil of soft rain. The following morning we continued west, to a place where we joined the crowds on the narrow footpaths above the canyon of Fjadrarglufur before arriving sometime later in the small metropolis of Vik, hungry, tired, excited, and brimming with aromas that made other humans maintain their distance. By now, we were in a condition that only two middle aged unchecked males can achieve after five days on the road, and made straight for the local swimming pool to shower and wallow in the warm water, contemplating the eminence of Reynisfjall in front of us. Later, rested, watered and decidedly less pungent, we wandered onto the beach to photograph the stacks from the east, before hiking up the mountain to see what we could see from the top. In fact we took a picture or two while we were up there as well. Talk about whistle stop adventures! Twenty-two hours of daylight certainly gives you the chance to take a lot of photos, that’s for sure.
Even after that the day’s activities still had one final outing lying in wait as we drove a few miles further west to stand on the clifftop at Dyrholaey from where we could gaze happily at the vista before us. That classic view, so often photographed was about to become the subject of yet another viewfinder or two. In the foreground stood the Shrek-like monolith of Arnardrangur, the white tide washing lazily across the sand and around its imposing circumference. At the other end of the long black strip of Reynisfjara were the outlandish and huge sea stacks of Reynisdrangar, they in turn dwarfed by the enormous flat shelf of land jutting out into the ocean that we’d climbed just a few hours earlier. With a time machine we might have seen ourselves a mile or two away, squinting back into the low sun. For a while we watched the puffins and planned a pit stop here for the following day with the long lenses. Everyone loves a puffin don’t they? You can see mine in this album if you feel moved to do so. No pressure, but our hero does have a beak full of sand eels; just saying.
And those two paragraphs pretty much encapsulate the experience of our first trip to Iceland three summers ago. Non stop driving interspersed with non stop photography and only a couple of visits to the pool complex at Vik and a strangely spontaneous whale watching trip out of the handsome harbour of Husavik to break the rhythm. In a single week we managed to come away with images from more than twenty locations, some of them successful missions, others abject failures. Add to this the album full of random phone snapshots from downtown Reykjavik to the subarctic northern bays of Akureyri and Husavik; from the remote sulphurous moonscape of Hverir in the northeast of nowhere to the random red chair by the roadside near Hofn. I often look back at those rapidly composed phone snaps and grin at the memories. It’s the way of things when you only have a week and there are so many things you daren’t miss. We had at least managed to visit every place on the itinerary we’d made and agreed upon, and found a couple of unexpected gems to add to it too.
And now, Iceland awaits our return visit. This time we have double the days available and rather fewer miles to cover. With four bases there will be opportunities to return to some favoured locations at least once or twice, and catch them in different moods. As before, a list of beauty spots has been drafted, some of them brand new, while others will come forward to greet us like old acquaintances. Beside the utter failures of Eystrahorn and Vestrahorn in the south east, there are places where justice wasn’t fully done as we rushed hither and thither across the barren yet bewildering landscape. Kirkjufell – what on earth was I up to there? Need to do better this time. And then there are places like this, where I was happy enough with the image I came away with, but I’m in no doubt that there are more compositions to be had both on and around this headland. Maybe we’ll even manage to drag ourselves out early enough to capture a sunrise here.
And do you know what? We might even get to see the aurora. Of course lots of non togs assume that's all we're going for, although in truth we'd barely considered it. But it's very much a possibility in September so the books tell us. I even know which website to check now. I’d better start practising some night time photography again then. Now then, focus manually on the distant lamppost………….
I might have been pushing my luck in more than one sense, but I was hoping I would get away with it. A drive up to the village and the small cafe we’d visited a few days earlier, and then we’d head for the Levada do Risco walk. Finally, I might accidentally on purpose take the wrong turn out of the car park and we might accidentally on purpose end up at Fanal again. And so after taking one of the easier levada walks to the waterfall, where chaffinches fed on seeds pulled from nutty bars and placed on our outstretched palms, we took the road to the forest in the fog once again. Well when I mention chaffinches and outstretched palms, it was mostly Ali drawing the flocks. Wherever we go, small children and animals automatically sense the presence of a gentle soul and gravitate around her. One chaffinch did sit on my palm pecking away contentedly for several moments, but she was the main attraction. A couple of other trekkers tried something similar, but they were wasting their time with St Francesca of Redruth dominating the proceedings.
After a stiff uphill stroll back to the car park, it was a relatively short drive to Fanal. In the last mile of the drive a huge expanse of cloud filled the space below us, but there was nowhere to park. It turned out to be the only inversion we’d see at all in the two weeks we spent on the island. Last time Ali had returned to the car within a few minutes, and this time she didn’t feel inclined to join me at all, instead settling down in the passenger seat with the novel she’d found among our host’s bookshelves. Last time I’d been rescued by a group of Slovenians when I almost lost myself as night poured onto the high fogbound plain of the Serra do Paul. But this time I knew where the big car park was, and as I made my way towards the forest I took regular phone snaps of especially distinctive specimens as a kind of map back to it later. You really don’t want to get lost up here in the mist when the darkness is just around the corner. Even during the daytime it was noticeably chilly here at eleven hundred metres in comparison to the warmer air somewhere down there at sea level. For now it was clear, but I could see that wasn’t going to last. Fantastic from a photography perspective, less so from a getting back to the car safely point of view.
And as I arrived among the characters of the forest, the fog began to swirl in among the trees, swallowing up the hinterland and reducing the world to a space no larger than the size of a modest football pitch, separating the protagonists from one another and wrapping us in an eerie silence. I know of people who’ve been here and come away complaining about the clear conditions, yet I’d been fortunate enough to take my shots in a pea souper on each of the two visits I made. And then there were those amazing forms emerging from the shroud and driving the imagination into the world of Tolkein. Every scene seemed to represent something, such as the silent disco in the clouds here. I see dancers, one of them clapping their hands about their head like Mick Jagger on stage, while Tree Beard in the foreground wears a huge crown of foliage and shimmies across the floor in front of a watching audience.
I could easily have spent entire days up here wandering around, familiarising myself with the cast of this outlandish show in the sky, but it wasn’t a photography trip and I knew this would be the last chance to come here this time. On a clearer day I might have strayed further, to the less visited corners of the forest, but I wanted to make sure I found my way back without having to be saved by strangers this time. For now this was more than enough as the voiceless figures twisted and weaved their mysterious moves in front of me, bridging the distance between dreams and reality in this magical land above the clouds.
Botanical Gardens of Brasilia - Brazil.
Males in the genus Lophornis are noted from their outlandish, colorful crests and markings. Females are more subdued.
Lophornis magnificus is one of the smallest hummingbirds known. It can reach a length of 6.5 to 7 cm (2.6 to 2.8 in) and a weight of only 2.1 g (0.074 oz).
Known in Brazil as "topetinho-vermelho".
Kingdom: Animalia
Phylum: Chordata
Class: Aves
Order: Apodiformes
Family: Trochilidae
Subfamily: Lesbiinae
Tribe: Lesbiini
Genus: Lophornis Lesson, 1829
Species: L. magnificus Vieillot, 1817
Binomial name: Lophornis magnificus
>>>De Gevangenpoort x Steve Messam
Steve Messam is an environmental artist pioneering with inflatable art. Sometimes dubbed ’bubbletecture’ his objects are monumental in a strange but pleasant manner. The rather outlandish ‘Tunnel' inserted underneath de Gevangenpoort makes a soft comment on the harshness of some historical events that happened within these walls<<<
A short drive from the middle of Chiang Rai city, Baan Dam (Black House) is the unique creation of national artist, Thawan Duchanee. Part art studio, part museum, part home, Baan Dam is an eclectic mix of traditional northern Thai buildings interspersed with some outlandish modern designs. Baan Dam is a thought-provoking combination of sanuk, the surreal and the sombre and whilst it’s fair to say that some of the artwork and themes on display won’t be to everybody’s liking
Joshua Tree Arch
Check it out View On Black
Here is a view looking west from right under the arch in my previous post.
It resembles something out of a Sci flick if you ask me.
I was going to light paint all night long here but decide to leave after my first couple of posts here on Flickr. I think I spent more time driving here then visiting the place. Should of stayed since it was so warm in November.
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Back to summer and our visit in southern Alberta and Badlands with their outlandish looking rock formations. Better than being outside (windchill of -30oC again, brrr!)
"All y′all radios out there
Song goes out to you
Yeah, Aicha, for my sisters ya
So sweet, so beautiful
Everyday like a queen on her throne
No, nobody knows how she feels
Aicha, lady one day it'll be real
She moves, she moves like a breeze
I swear I can′t get her out my dreams
To have her shining right here by my side
I'd sacrifice all them tears in my eyes, oh
Aicha, Aicha passing me by
Aicha, Aicha, my my my
Aicha, Aicha, smile for me now
Aicha, Aicha in my life"
Outlandish - Aicha
Head: LeL Evo X
Body: Legacy
Hair: Stealthic - Surge (Full Pack)
Ears: ^^Swallow^^
Eyes: IKON Obsession Eyes - Nature Pack
Outfit:
Yasum - Sharu rare complete
Jewellery:
^^Swallow^^
VOOH
VALUXIA
Yasum
Made at Sunny'S Studio:
MINIMAL - Arabian Nights Scene
Model: Naomi Onamochi
Алмазной россыпью сверкая,
Снег тихо падал на поля,
Где, томно очи опуская,
Дремала матушка-земля.
Лебяжьей белою периной
Укрыл он вольные луга
И кинул шали-пелерины
На сладко спавшие стога.
Он сшил манто изящным елям,
Чтоб не озябли в холода,
Смотря, как шапочки надели
Кусты со стразиками льда.
Стал слушать, как в бору синицы
Шептались тихо: Лес красив
И выдал соснам рукавицы,
Все тропки пухом застелив.
Платки из кружева березкам
Красы диковинной принёс
И стал богат наряд неброский,
И стал не страшен им мороз.
На ветви медленно спускаясь
И спрятав бурые листы,
Алмазной россыпью сверкая,
Снег тихо падал с высоты.
(Ирина Стефашина)
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Sparkling with a diamond scattering,
Snow was falling quietly on the fields,
Where, languidly lowering his eyes,
Mother Earth was dozing.
Swan's white feather bed
He covered the free meadows
And threw shawls-pelerines
On the sweetly sleeping stacks.
He sewed a mantle for elegant fir trees,
So as not to get cold in the cold,
It depends on how the hats are put on
Bushes with ice crystals.
I began to listen to the titmice in the forest
They whispered softly: The forest is beautiful
And he gave the pines mittens,
All the paths are covered with down.
Handkerchiefs made of lace for birches
I brought you some outlandish beauty
And the discreet outfit became rich,
And they were not afraid of the frost.
On the branches slowly descending
And hiding the brown sheets,
Sparkling with a diamond scattering,
The snow was falling quietly from a height.
( Irina Stefashina )
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es.wikipedia.org/wiki/El_Sombrerero
El Sombrerero
El Sombrerero es un personaje de la novela Las aventuras de Alicia en el país de las maravillas, del escritor inglés Lewis Carroll. Este personaje también se conoce como el Sombrerero Loco, aunque en la obra de Carroll nunca se le llama así. La confusión probablemente proviene del hecho de que el Gato de Cheshire le advierte a Alicia que el Sombrerero está loco, lo cual se confirma por la conducta excéntrica del Sombrerero. Además, el capítulo donde aparece el Sombrerero se titula "Una merienda de locos". El Sombrerero aparece nuevamente en la secuela de la obra, llamada A través del espejo y lo que Alicia encontró allí, con el nombre Hatta, uno de los mensajeros del Rey Blanco.
En el programa televisivo Aunque usted no lo crea de Ripley (Believe it or not), de la década de 1980, se hace referencia al personaje del Sombrerero, y se explica que, en la época de Carroll, los sombreros se fabricaban empleando mercurio. Al hacerlo en espacios cerrados, con frecuencia inhalaban los vapores de este metal, lo que provocaba trastornos a la salud (envenenamiento por mercurio) que fácilmente podrían describirse como locura.
La fabricación de sombreros era el principal comercio en Stockport, un pueblo cerca de donde creció Carroll, y no era raro ver a los sombrereros parecer perturbados o confundidos. Sin embargo, el Sombrerero no exhibe los síntomas típicos de envenenamiento por mercurio, que incluyen "timidez excesiva, pérdida de confianza en sí mismo, ansiedad y deseo de permanecer inadvertido."
En las ilustraciones se muestra una tarjeta en el sombrero que dice "10/6". Es el precio del sombrero que era diez chelínes y seis peniques. En sistema decimal, equivale a 52½ libras.
Versión de Tim Burton
Interpretado por Johnny Depp en la película 'Alicia en el país de las maravillas' (2010) de Tim Burton difiere de la versión original del cuento en muchos aspectos. Su nombre real es Tarrant Hightopp, perteneciente al clan Hightopp dedicado a la fabricación de sombreros. Es un hombre muy dulce y alegre que gusta de las fiestas de té. Expresa abiertamente sus emociones. Sus cambiantes estados de ánimo también son literalmente reflejados en sus ojos que varían de color según lo que siente. Incluso las coloridas manchas de su rostro ennegrecen cuando está enfadado. Ha estado esperando ansiosamente el regreso de Alicia, y, según palabras de Alicia, es su más querido y verdadero amigo. Él que cree en ella cuando nadie más lo hace y viceversa. Es intrépido, valiente, noble y leal, capaz de hacer lo imposible por proteger a Alicia aún a riesgo propio. Es habilidoso espadachín e incluso utiliza sus utensilios de costura como armas en la pelea. El Sombrerero Loco antes era el orgulloso fabricante de sombreros de la Reina Blanca, pero el mercurio utilizado en la fabricación de sombreros acabó por envenenarlo, y ahora no está del todo en sus cabales. Esto queda en evidencia en medio de una conversación, donde tiende a perder el hilo de sus ideas y a divagar sin control hasta que alguien le llame la atención. Su locura pasa a convertirse en una especie de doble personalidad que puede tornarse peligrosa si esta entra en ira y, al mismo tiempo, su acento cambia y empieza a hablar en idioma "outlandish". En la secuela llamada Alicia a través del espejo (2016), el sombrerero loco recuerda a su familia, así que decide pedirle ayuda a Alicia (Mia Wasikowska) para ver si ella puede decirle o hacer algo para encontrar a su familia.
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en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hatter_(Alice%27s_Adventures_in_Wonderland)
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The Hatter
The Hatter is a fictional character in Lewis Carroll's 1865 book Alice's Adventures in Wonderland and its 1871 sequel Through the Looking-Glass. He is very often referred to as the Mad Hatter, though this term was never used by Carroll. The phrase "mad as a hatter" pre-dates Carroll's works. The Hatter and the March Hare are referred to as "both mad" by the Cheshire Cat, in Alice's Adventures in Wonderland in the sixth chapter titled "Pig and Pepper".
Alice's Adventures in Wonderland
The March Hare and the Hatter put the Dormouse's head in a teapot, by Sir John Tenniel.
The Hatter character, alongside all the other fictional beings, first appears in Lewis Carroll's 1865 novel Alice's Adventures in Wonderland. In it, the Hatter explains to Alice that he and the March Hare are always having tea because when he tried to sing for the foul-tempered Queen of Hearts, she sentenced him to death for "murdering the time", but he escapes decapitation. In retaliation, Time (referred to as "he" by the Hatter) halts himself in respect to the Hatter, keeping him stuck at 6:00 pm (or 18:00) forever.
When Alice arrives at the tea party, the Hatter is characterised by switching places on the table at any given time, making short, personal remarks, asking unanswerable riddles and reciting nonsensical poetry, all of which eventually drives Alice away. The Hatter appears again as a witness at the Knave of Hearts' trial, where the Queen appears to recognise him as the singer she sentenced to death, and the King of Hearts also cautions him not to be nervous or he will have him "executed on the spot".
Through the Looking-Glass
The character also appears briefly in Carroll's 1871 Through the Looking-Glass, the sequel to Alice's Adventures in Wonderland, under the name "Hatta" – alongside the March Hare under the name "Haigha", which is pronounced "hare". Sir John Tenniel's illustration depicts Hatta as sipping from a teacup as he did in the original novel. Alice does not comment on whether Hatta is the Hatter of her earlier dream.
When Burns visited Stirling in August 1787, he unwisely engraved his opinion of the town on one of the window panes of Wingate’s Inn (now the Golden Lion Hotel). In ten lines, he summed up how Stirling, from where the Stewart kings had ruled Scotland, had lost all power, and even the roof of its Palace, with its magnificent Stirling Heads.
Written by Somebody in the window of an inn at Stirling on
seeing the Royal Palace in ruins:
"Here Stewarts once in triumph reign'd,
And laws for Scotland's weal ordain'd;
But now unroof'd their Palace stands,
Their sceptre's fall'n to other hands;
Fallen indeed, and to the earth,
Whence grovelling reptiles take their birth.
The injur'd STEWART-line are gone,
A Race outlandish fill their throne;
An idiot race, to honor lost;
Who know them best despise them most."
As the poem was also highly critical of the Hanoverian kings and George III who was thought to be mad (‘A race outlandish…An idiot race, to honour lost – who know them best, despise them most’), Burns was forced to return and break the glass to avoid prosecution. His authorship of the Stirling Lines had a bad effect on his employment as an excise man.
Although the Golden Lion lost the fragments of the original Stirling Lines in a fire last century, they have been re-engraved for the Burns display in the Stirling Smith (shown here). The first two of the Lines are also inlaid in the mosaic at the entrance door of the Smith. Stirling has its own Burns trail, and a leaflet, showing 15 associated sites is available, free of charge, from the Smith.
Happy Window Wednesday!
There was one subject on which we were unanimous. No arguments whatsoever on this one. From the moment Lee shared a black and white beauty he’d found in these pages, the deal was done. Whatever else we came here to take pictures of, the little bent tree in the wilderness was going to be one of them. At least assuming we could actually find it, that was. All we were certain about was that it was on Dartmoor, and that none of us had seen it on our travels. And although there are a number of very compelling images of it on this platform, none of you was very forthcoming about how to find it. A well guarded secret. And with nine hundred and fifty-four square kilometres of national park to explore, simply happening across it was about as likely as picking the correct numbers for the National Lottery. We needed somebody to tell us where it was. But it didn’t stop us digging. Dave managed to find an article that convinced us he’d narrowed it down to a few sprawling hectares.
It so happened that the author of Lee’s discovery was one of my regular contacts, so I messaged her and asked if she remembered where it was. But as an overseas visitor who’d been chauffeured around the moors for a couple of days, she had no idea. Perhaps she had been sworn to silence. I suspected I knew who’d shown it to her, so I asked him next. “Ah yes you won’t find that on your own. I’ll come along and show you where it is.” Nick’s wealth of Dartmoor inside intelligence seemed to be matched only by his stellar photographic talents and his generosity of spirit. We arranged to meet up with him during our visit, and he sent me details of where I’d need to park. I recognised the screenshot from Google Maps straight away. It seemed Dave’s hunch wasn’t too far from the mark.
In the event, although Nick was able to join us earlier in the day to share another of his secret locations (more of that in another tale), he had to dash off before the afternoon took hold. A good job I’d also arranged to meet another local photographer in the shape of Carl, who spent the day with us traipsing around the moors. It turned out that Carl had also asked Nick for the keys to the kingdom, and having been granted the freedom of the moors, he’d already visited the tree once before. He was keen to return to the scene for another mission. And so after lunch, we headed off towards what would be the final location of the day.
Even though we now knew roughly where the tree was, it was a good job we had a guide. Because standing here at the edge of the car park, it might have well as been on Exmoor for all we could see. Stick a pin in the huge rambling rock strewn green landscape and hope for the best. It was far away enough to deter visitors, its anonymous location protected by an enchantment of bogs and streams in a terrain where only welly boots would take the stubborn few. With a good set of binoculars we might have been able to see it from the top of the rise beyond the car park, but even as we approached the crag upon which the dwarfish hawthorn tree sat, it wasn’t entirely obvious as to exactly where it was. But then we spotted it, clinging to the edge of an expanse of granite tor, tiny and twisting towards us, changing shape from every angle. I hadn’t expected it to be quite so small. “Three ways to shoot it,” Nick had said to me conspiratorially. I hoped to find a fourth.
And here is (maybe) that fourth point of view, the small hunched shape leaning forward, her long locks flowing behind her as she careers down the slope. “I don’t know whether it’s a witch or a skier,” wrote one of my faithful correspondents when I shared this first image on another platform. “Maybe it’s both,” I replied. I don’t know anything about skiing, but “knees bent, lean forward and brace for impact” seem to fit the bill here.
I never did discover the three ways - I found two others that I liked a lot, and three more that I wasn’t so keen on. Excuse me if I’ve been a bit vague about exactly where it is - but seeing as I was entrusted with treasured information and I’m hoping my friends across the river are going to let me in on the inside track again next time I visit, well you know how it is - got to keep the Cornwall and Devon entente going you know. What a beauty she is though, even if finding her was like searching for a very small needle in a city made of haystacks. With such outlandish beauty, she deserves that veil of anonymity.
All species of Rhinopias are outlandishly shaped and often of vibrant colours. They are extremely popular in the home aquarium trade where they fetch a premium price. Thus they have become a target for fish collectors and, being ambush predators, they don't move a great deal and are easily caught. Numbers have declined dramatically in recent years as a consequence.
Hedgehog in the Fog is a 1975 Soviet animated film directed by Yuri Norstein and produced by the Soyuzmultfilm studio in Moscow. The Russian script was written by Sergei Grigoryevich Kozlov, who also published a book under the same name. In 2006, Norstein published a book titled Hedgehog in the Fog, listing himself as an author alongside Kozlov.
The story:
The Hedgehog goes to visit his friend the Bear Cub to drink tea with raspberry jam and count the stars. The road along which the Hedgehog moves passes through deserted fields and forest thickets. The Hedgehog spots an impressive white horse in the evening fog and approaches. Within the fog, the world is mysterious and outlandish images appear before the Hedgehog. Among them is an eagle-owl looking into a well, a snail suddenly turning into an elephant and a bat with a frightening wingspan. The Hedgehog realises he has lost his jam and panics, until it is returned by a dog.
Through the fog, the voice of the Bear Cub is periodically heard calling out to the Hedgehog. Hurrying to answer the call, the hero falls into the river. His savior is a mysterious "someone" who takes the Hedgehog to the shore. Having finally arrived at the Bear Cub's house, Hedgehog listens to his friend (voiced by Vyacheslav Nevinny), who says that he has already blown up the samovar on the porch for evening tea, collected juniper branches "so that there is smoke", and moved the wicker chairs to be more comfortable. He remarks that the Hedgehog is the only one he can really count the stars with.
Cartoon was quite Innovative and there were big discussions about it. I loved this cartoon, my children and my pupils in kindergarten grew up with it and some generations after them too:)
Cartoon is translated in different languages. We watched it in Latvian. I offer you an English version:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=73-rOjXIsec
I found this street art on pub wall in Tallinn Street Quarter, Rīga, Latvia. This Quarter is created by The Free Riga Association that has transformed 16 buildings and 4,000 square meters of space into a vibrant cultural center. At present, there are bars, a sound studio, co-working spaces and a hall serving street food
#3 from my "Memories of Tucson" Series
Mt Lemmon Scenic Byway is the only paved road that leads to the upper reaches of Mt. Lemmon and the Santa Catalina Range. It is one of the most scenic drives in southeast Arizona. It provides access to a fascinating land of great vistas, outlandish rockscapes, cool mountain forests and deep canyons spilling out onto broad deserts. Because the road starts in the Lower Sonoran vegetative life zone and climbs to the high forests of the Canadian zone, it offers the biological equivalent of driving from the deserts of Mexico to the forests of Canada in a short stretch of 27 miles. Here you'll find plants and animals and geology that exhibit some of the most wide-ranging natural diversity to be found in any area of comparable size in the continental United States.
As you drive up the mountain, every turn seems to reveal something new. In some places that may be a community of trees, shrubs, and wildflowers different from the one just around the previous curve. In others, it may be a new gallery of natural rock sculptures even more impossibly perched than the last, or a broader panorama that stretches in an entirely different direction than the one that caused you to stop and snap a photo just a few moments before.
www.go-arizona.com/Mt-Lemmon-Scenic-Byway/
Knarr Gallery
Daryl Knarr
Knarr Photography
A moment during our last day of round trip around Iceland, when we left Snaefellsnes National Park with its outlandish volcanic landscapes and endless hrauns (lava fields) to see a real village again.
Another shot from last session with Alessandra, this time featuring an outlandish look with the aid of coloured lighting.
Strobist info: primary blue gelled sb700 shot through rapid box octa xl as fill. Sangria coloured rim light on a stripbox, and a tiny Apollo pushed in close with a cerulean blue gelled flash for key.
Shot with a Nikon D700 and the Nikkor 24-70mm f2.8 lens.
In retrospect, General Motors car models for 1959 seem to be the most outlandish in design with wide grinning grilles and a wild variety of fin styles! The ‘59 Pontiac for example had 2 fins above each tail light and one growing out of the bumper! After 60+ years of retrospect I can say that I’ve gotten used to the extremities in design for the most part.