> get lamp

http://blog.vampirethemasquerade.com/post/2011/04/15/V20-Model-Search.aspx:

For V20 we are setting upa professional photo-shoot for all of the 13 clans. [...] However, we do have certain artistic and physical constraints that we must work within to create the desired effect that we wish to achieve. With all that being said we are looking to cast females in the roles of the following Clans:

Malkavian, Setite, Toreador, Tremere

Details: We are looking for four women that are a size 6 or under and available to be in the Atlanta area April 26th and 27th.

Wow. That really annoys me. I'm having a hard time understanding what there could be about the concept of WoD vampires that means only thin-to-tiny women could qualify to be good depictions, so I can only conclude that their "desired effect" is smack in the middle of the usual beauty standards. Anyone want to bet they didn't put similar blanket restrictions on the size of the male models?

aaaauuuughhh yum it totally smells like the misty night-and-morning-in-the-redwoods smell from MythiCalia out there tonight.

I wish I could smell this All The Time without having to deal with the humidity and associated hair-poofing that goes with it.

tree-mist, earth-breath,
clouds below the moon--
so far below; so far below
they touch upon the tendrils
that spiral upwards, reaching,
aroused within the earth,
the speech of Great Ones,
the silver vapour rising
as the soul within the planet
exhales a single word.

This kind of celestial arrangement is usually something I associate with the power of the West. Apparently it is possible to see it in the east as well at the right times of the year. (You won't catch me up at the time of day necessary to see this, unless I've for some reason stayed up that late.)

I have been looking at astrophotography for so long that I am pretty numb to a lot of it now. Yawn, another nebula. Yawn, another spiral galaxy. But now and then, APOD still manages to make me literally gasp.

*stare*

*cry*

Petalwing want go homeplace.

Hyperspace Lighthouse

shiiiiiny.

http://socwall.com

someone said:

To be able to hear the speech of the trees is a gift I've always treasured.

I said:

You mean the Murmur, the Leafwhisper, the Song of Amber Blood, the Grumbling Grandfather Bark, the way the wind is a free and gleeful messenger?

I realize, saying this, that I can sketch my neighbourhood in trees. ( Read more... )

OMG. Absolutely stunning photos of coloured smoke. Found this when messing around rewriting the modules for our library's "2.0" project.

this is this curling light and power in the hills
that i see and i know and remember

the new-awakened wind
brings me brown and brittle companions--
the cast-offs of the trees--
who sport about my ankles
and rush me from behind
with a strange and perfect merriment.

I'm having another one of those days where everything seems beautiful and I'm soppily in love with the world.

the shapes of cirrus clouds are stunning

and the cold, straight line of a slightly rusting lamppost

and the wind tangling my hair seems affectionate rather than annoying

and the light bouncing off the cold, dark grey asphalt of the parking garage floor lights up every white California license plate with its own inner glow.

a song as thin and cold as serpents' venom

I have no idea what image (sound?) that should actually conjure up, nor, indeed, why snake venom should be described as cold rather than hot, even burning; the phrase just popped into my head driving home last night...