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From my Tiny Worlds Collection. This is not an AI created image. The pattern is totally random and interpreted by me, the photographer, and are naturally occurring crystals derived from the dried urine of a Serval (an African wild cat). The crystals are colorless and do not develop until the urine starts to dry. When placed under a microscope and subjected to a special polarized light (Nomarski Illumination) the colors appear. Variations in the thickness of the crystals varies the color. These crystals suggest to me purple mountains and amber waves of grain under a partly cloudy sky. Perhaps you have a different interpretation.
The crystals are microscopic and are composed of salts containing urates in the form of uric acid.
There is a lot to see in the unseen microscopic world. If one doesn't look, one won't find it.
The icicles that form on the rock face along Buckshot Lake Road have some interesting patterns.
Like most of you, December is a bit of a hectic month for me so hopefully I will get to see all of your images as quick as I can. In the meantime, I will thank you now in advance for having a peak at my images here.
Pattern published in Fall 07 Knitty.
Woodins are mysterious apparitions that inhabit fallen trees in the tickets of Central Park. Spotting them requires light footsteps and plenty of acorns to coax them out of hiding.
Photo by Makiko Sasanuma.
I made this free pattern for miseducated.net!
you can find it here:
along with lots of other cool stuff!
The photo is about those women who earn their livelihood by drying paddy grain. This is the story of a woman of a rice mill. In a rice mill people dry paddy with some groups including their family members. Here she is making patterns with these paddy grain with a stick so that these paddy grain can dry faster. So that they can boil these grains.
another top from a japanese pattern book (stylish dress book: vol. 1).
this is nice cotton gauze-y fabric, prone to wrinkle (in the best way). i added the pockets with gathers & chose mismatched white buttons. each with four holes. yellow thread makes x's holding them on.
i like this one.
(chances are i'm wearing it right now.)
A warm summer evening. A man sits on the grass and rests his back on the ragged surface of a pine tree trunk. He is lost in thought. The evening wears on slowly as he takes the occasional look at the sun setting behind a distant range of mountains. The scene pleases him. It mellows his mood. Cycles, boundaries, points of no return, deadlines. They all come in waves that travel along the ocean of time, that incomprehensible continuum. In the briefest final lapse the sun goes down behind the furthest mountain. He knows that there will come a time when the last rays of the sun will actually be the last rays of the sun.