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More random acts of rendering
Copyright 2005 Ron Diorio
Center for Photography at Woodstock
May 7 - June 19
A Ewe laying peacefully with a flock of Starlings noisily searching round it for food.
Apparently the collective noun for Starlings is a Murmuration, however, is this true when they are on the ground? We usually associate a Murmuration as the mass patterns created by Starlings in flight, or at least I do!
Another 2014 shot, this one from March of that year. CP SD30C-ECO 5013 leads an IC&E SD40-2 and one of the last GP9s on the roster at that point, west at Cragin Junction on Chicago's west side with a manifest routed to Bensenville Yard via Tower A-5. It felt like the wrong leader at the time, but I'd certainly take it these days.
Skin: [MUDSKIN] - Soojung [Icy Tone]
Body: eBODY - Reborn
Head: LeLUTKA - Avalon Head
Hair: ::::Phoenix Hair::: - Milena Hair [@ mainstore]
Eyebrows: [LEPUNK] HD Brows II [@ The Darkness Monthly Event] NEW!!!
Top: Normandy - Drown Top [@ mainstore]
Pants: Normandy - SOL Pants [@ mainstore]
Boots: Atrophia - Kika Boots [@ mainstore]
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This might be a slightly silly idea, but I had a lot of fun sharing a small glimpse of what was going on in my head while creating and editing this image and this character. Writing it down felt right in the moment.
For me, it’s never just about the looks.
Editing is the part where my brain goes off on its own little adventure and the character starts to take shape beyond pixels and poses.
Please keep in mind that I’m just a roleplayer whose biggest passion is emoting — not a professional storyteller. And yes… this was also translated from my native language into English, so please be gentle with me. 😅
Still, I hope some of you enjoy getting a peek into Arawn’s backstory. And if not — hey, at least I had fun doing it.
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Arawn was born where the water never forgets.
In the drowned groves beneath the world—where roots strangled the light and rivers murmured names no living throat should shape—he learned early that mercy decays faster than bone. The spirits there did not raise him. They claimed him. Fed him lies sweet as honey. Wrapped living vines around his wrists and called it protection.
He was beautiful even then.
That was his first curse.
They crowned him with antlers grown from living wood, not as a blessing but as a tether—proof that he belonged to the wild dark, to a bargain he had never agreed to. Power gathered in him like still water: patient, cold, inevitable. He learned to take what he needed. He learned that love, when offered, always carried a hook.
And in the water’s memory—long before Rowan was born—
their name already waited.
The spirits whispered it not as prophecy, but as warning. A flaw in the pattern. A future threaded into root and river alike that would not bow. Something the forest could not own.
They knew Arawn could be claimed.
He was dangerous, yes—but predictable. He could be bound with antlers. Tethered with ritual. Fed devotion until he mistook it for choice.
Rowan was not.
The spirits felt Rowan first as an absence—a hollow where roots refused to grow straight and rivers forgot which way they were meant to flow. Where futures forked and refused to settle. Rowan was not born of the forest, nor sworn to it.
They were not meant to kneel.
The spirits tried to erase them. Names misplaced. Paths misaligned. Chances quietly drowned before they could surface. But Rowan kept surviving—kept walking forward—kept becoming unavoidable.
By the time the upper world learned Arawn’s name, he was already a villain in their mouths.
The Forest King.
The Whisper in the Mire.
The one who traded salvation for obedience.
He conquered not with armies, but with want. Cities fell because people knelt willingly. He never corrected them.
But sometimes—rarely—Arawn would hear it again.
A name carried on running water. A presence just beyond the treeline. Not a command. Not a prayer.
A pull.
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Now if you think I'm some sideline type chick
Think you gonna sell me lies, best recognize real quick
Bitch, you got the wrong bitch
You got the wrong wrong bitch
If you think you gonna slanderize my name
You done lost your mind
I ain't got time for all these games
Bitch, you got the wrong bitch
You got the wrong wrong bitch
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Sometimes I find myself in a spot of bother simply by taking a wrong turn in the forest 😲
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Because Red Grouse spend most of their time among heather you don't often get chance to see their legs and feet. Feathered feet is unusual enough among birds but to have them a completely different colour to the rest of the bird looks like it has put on the wrong trousers. The scientific name of Red Grouse is Lagopus lagopus scoticus, and Lagopus translates as hare-footed, because its feet resemble those of a Mountain Hare, in colour and fluffiness at least. I've pasted a Mountain Hare in winter pelage below in the comments. Birds lose more heat through unfeathered parts, so Red Grouse and Ptarmigan which live year round in cold, mountainous areas, both have feathered legs and toes to reduce heath loss.
I took this photo on the Peak District Moors in South Yorkshire this week.
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Tecnically, just about everything is wrong with this shot, but I quite like it because I captured a fly, a bee and a beetle in focus in one shot. I had my camera set for quite a different shot and just quickly changed the shutter speed and snapped the shot :-)
OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA
Olympus OM-D E-M10 MKII, M.Zuiko 14-42mm f3.5-5.6 EZ
CP 234 at Mile 59 Galt Subdivision.
Having high hopes of CP 7023 leading 234 this morning I was a little let down to see the red nose of CP 7006 leading...but all in all it's still a decent consist and I don't have any real issues with it!
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...Ok, I'm long out of stories for this location. Let's just jump to the editing stage.
Some of my Fushimi posts involved strands of, or going to the light, so this time I thought I'd do the opposite and have one that leads down into the dark. And fortunately I had just the composition in a sea of torii shots still waiting to be edited. Maybe you don't wanna go this way, something is not sitting right. I increased the blackpoint in the middle of the frame which was a bit of a challenge as I had to line up 2 seperate layers and make it look natural enough. And that's where the story ends, so um, how does it look?
On this day 254 should've had 8757 leading, but it died at Wolverton. So they replaced it with the GP38s which is still cool
The Société du chemin de fer de la Gaspésie's windmill train is arriving in Matapedia where interchange with the CN will take place. While I ended up on the wrong side of the sun for this one, with the bright sun and lots of snow, it still came out not badly!
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Does this Great Blue Heron not know to be on the other side of the path so that the sun is at my back?
when you have to visit every address in the world on a single night - you need a few trial runs to iron out the kinks.
Iceland is a Nordic island country between the Arctic Ocean and the North Atlantic Ocean, located on the Mid-Atlantic Ridge between Europe and North America. It is culturally and politically linked with Europe and is the region's westernmost and most sparsely populated country.
Iceland Foods Limited, trading under both the Iceland and The Food Warehouse names, is a British supermarket chain headquartered in Deeside, Wales. Iceland was started as a frozen food retailer in 1970, before growing greatly during the 1980s, by purchasing smaller rivals before acquiring larger rival Bejam in 1989.
This one is in Minehead, Somerset, UK.
Häh, falsche Maschine?! Nichts ist wie es war. Da kann man schon mal durcheinander kommen…oder so tun, nur um irgendetwas zu fotografieren.
Oops, wrong machine?! Nothing's the same. You can get confused... or pretend to be, just to take a picture of something.
An installation by Terry, at terrygold art gallery in Second Life, one work saying so much in one scene. maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Peaceful%20Land/241/118/1107
Terry writes:
"With my friends, when I was a young girl, we played lying on the lawn, looking for funny faces, animals and strange objects among the clouds in the sky… the clouds stirred by the wind’s fantasy created stories, we laughed on that lawn, few things were enough.
Even today every now and then, remembering those times, I play this game, white clouds in ever-changing vortices, new faces... new animals and stories.
But if the clouds are created by thunderous bombs… if the clouds are dark and threatening, what game can kids play today?
Will they be able to see with their imagination… stories?..."
Taken across the street from my house in a mixed wooded area was a thick, wild grass clearing I had never explored. Did I get a treat! You can always hear Coyotes yipping and howling and partying during the evening and night hours but you rarely see them.
At first, this isn't a particularly ideal shot; it's busy and was a result of maxing out the focal length to get what I could in a bit of calm desperation. But after going back to it, it really reflects the "wildness" of the moment. If it weren't for the sun I would have never seen this gorgeous lazy fella rise up from his nap, so keeping the shot mostly uncropped shows the scope and how well he blended with everything.
We studied each other for a bit and with one more step trying to get closer, he darted off into the brush. Then of course, I got out of there too...
I’m thinking maybe a 1980’s, but that could be wrong. I also don’t know the model. Let’s just say I know it’s a Plymouth or do I?
Can anyone help?
Whoever owns it is using it for storage because the inside is filled with junk. At least we know it doesn’t leak yet.
P.S. It is a Dodge Daytona Turbo ( about 1985) - thank you to those who know cars!