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Fly agaric enchanting and highly toxic. The home of fairies and magical creatures and a lover of birch woodland.
https://folksy.com/find/item/8705413
#FediGiftShop #ScottishArtist #MastoArt #CreativeToots
#Mushrooms #FlyAgaric #OriginalArt #Drawing #Pencil #GraphitePencil #PencilDrawing #Artwork #TraditionalArtist #ArtFromScotland #GiftIdeas #ArtShop #ShopIndy #SupportSmallBusiness
Fantasy Football Week 7 Start ‘Em, Sit ‘Em: Josh Jacobs vs. Woody Marks
There are many tough start-and-sit decisions fantasy managers will have to make in Week 7, including what to…
#NFL #HoustonTexans #Houston #Texans #Football
https://www.rawchili.com/nfl/1036467/
Korwar: voorouderbeeld | Ancestor statue
https://blog.ernste.net/2026/10/25/korwar-voorouderbeeld-ancestor-statue/
#art #beeld #beeldhouwer #foto #fotografie #houtsnijwerk #kunst #NewGuinea #NieuwGuinea #photo #photography #sculptor #statue #WestPapoea #WestPapua #WoodCarving
https://www.europesays.com/3330570/ QatarEnergy in Talks to Buy Up to 3 Million Tons of LNG From Woodside #GasPrice #LiquefiedNaturalGas #lng #LNGPrice #NaturalGas
Fantasy Football Week 7 Start ‘Em, Sit ‘Em: Josh Jacobs vs. Woody Marks https://www.rawchili.com/nfl/1036467/ #Football #Houston #HoustonTexans #HoustonTexans #NFL #Texans
Well our dry season is over, rain is setting for good tomorrow. Time to cover these wooden sculptures in my garden. They're sealed with an oil based finish that has UV protection and anti-fungal ingredients but our climate in the #pnw is hard on wood. So I cover them with garbage bags for the winter. Needs to be done after a spate of dry days like we had this week, so it doesn't trap moisture under the plastic. #sculpture #Gardening #fall
https://www.fogolf.com/1428333/kai-trump-shares-incredibly-rare-picture-of-younger-brother-alongside-mom-vanessa-and-tiger-woods-after-major-announcement/ Kai Trump shares incredibly rare picture of younger brother alongside mom Vanessa and Tiger Woods after major announcement #CelebrityNews #Kai #KaiMadisonTrump #KaiTrump #KaiMadisonTrump #KaiTrump #Madison #TigerWoods #trump
Invasive species are spreading across Ireland. So why is the response so inadequate?
Orla ní Dhúill THE VIBRANT PINK-PURPLE flowers of rhododendrons leading to the degradation of ancient woodlands in Killarney,…
#NewsBeep #News #Environment #beautiful #Biodiversity #column #Ecosystems #environment #Invasivespecies #nature #opinion #Science #Sustainability #UK #UnitedKingdom #voices
https://www.newsbeep.com/uk/812818/
#autumn is in full swing on the Fediverse — and so is the mushroom season. I dug ten frames out of my archive: from lion's mane through fly agaric and shaggy inkcaps to slime moulds on rotting wood. Most macro from the forest, see more at: @[email protected]
#photography #nature #active #forest #mushrooms #macro #WestPomerania #WolinIsland #Swinoujscie
𝗧𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗹𝘃𝗲𝗿𝗱𝗲𝗱𝗶𝗴𝗲𝗿 𝗩𝗮𝗻 𝗩𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝘃𝗿𝗼𝗲𝗴 𝘂𝗶𝘁𝗴𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗸𝗲𝗹𝗱 𝗼𝗽 𝗘𝗞 𝗱𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘀
Titelverdediger Gian van Veen is al vroeg uitgeschakeld op het EK darts in Dortmund. In de achtste finales was de Engelsman Luke Woodhouse te sterk: 6-10. Vorig jaar pakte Van Veen op het EK zijn eerste hoofdprijs door de Engelsman Luke Humphries te verslaan in de finale.
I'm watching The Wicker Tree and I'm trying to decide if the Wicker Man remake is actually better than this dreary, wooden-acted, full-of-exposition-dialogue endeavour.
It's not all bad ... but it's far from good.
30 minutes in and so far there's been nothing interesting.
#Waldspaziergang heute Abend
Es war schon dunkel, als ich den Weg zurück zum Haus hochging. Der helle Schein der neuen Kopflampe, die ich mir gestern gekauft hatte, traf auf ein Paar smaragdgrün leuchtender Augen.
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#ForestWalk tonight
It was already dark when I walked up the path back to the house. The bright glow of the new headlamp I’d bought yesterday met a pair of eyes that glowed emerald green.
#caturday #heute #Wald #Natur #Abend #today #walk #woods #nature #evening #CatsOfMastodon
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#listeningparty #bandcamp #oakland #newrelease #livesession #music #postpunk #shoegaze #doom #metal #industrialmusic #punk #rock #indierock #noise #darkwave #dreampop #vinyl #newalbum #livealbum #film #movie #livemovie #woods #lausanne #switzerland #vaud #lacleman #ArcLémanique
It’s great to be back from sabbatical and jumping back in with Open Channels FM. My sabbatical was somehow busier than I ever could have imagined, but it was a great breakaway from the screen. Lots of time reflecting and thinking. I thought a lot about writing. Woodworking, house remodeling, tons of time with my family, and all those things swirling around, just thinking about how do I document this? Writing is the thing that kept coming back to me. I’ve been more consistent than ever posting on my blog.
Post formats have empowered me to stay consistent, and that’s what Bob and I talk about. Can’t wait for that episode to drop!
Illustration by Katsushika Hokusai, from Illustrated Warrior Vanguard of Japan and China (1836).
Source: The Metropolitan Museum
Available to buy as a print.
https://pdimagearchive.org/images/ab87cd0c-5e11-4535-8cd8-032f5690512c
#warriors #spiders #combat #waves #japan #legend #folklore #mythology #monsters #war #bookillustration #woodblock #art #publicdomain
Charmy’s Army in “DEE SEAST – The Hell of the Ball” – Part 4: The Ethics of the Undead
<<< Previous COMIC strip NEXT COMIC STRIP >>>Our fourth comic strip delves into the bizarre social politics of our newly integrated society. The girls are standing alone, processing the fact that zombies are very much still part of the local ecosystem. The ponytail girl mentions she was planning on dressing up as a zombie for next week’s highly anticipated Halloween Ball—only to be swiftly reprimanded by the blonde! “How offensive! Zombies are people too!” To which her cynical friend delivers the ultimate grammatical reality check: “You mean WERE people too.” The existential weight of politically correct terminology for the reanimated dead leaves them with only one proper exclamation: “Holy macca noodle…”
The afternoon sun cast long, amber shadows across the town square. Charmy and Dee had vanished down a side alley toward the municipal park, leaving the two girls leaning against the painted wooden railing of the municipal gazebo. The quiet of the town was almost surreal. Pigeons pecked at breadcrumbs near the park benches; children rode bicycles along the paved trails; a street sweeper hummed lazily along the curb. It looked like an idyllic postcard of small-town America, completely masking the fact that just five minutes ago, an actual walking corpse had been drooling near their espresso cups.
“I still can’t wrap my head around it,” the ponytail girl confessed, kicking a loose pebble into the grass. “I spent forty-five dollars at the pop-up spirit store last Saturday. I bought liquid latex, fake blood made from corn syrup and red dye number forty, prosthetic bone fragments, and a torn flannel shirt. I was going to do the whole nine yards for the annual Halloween Ball. The classic Romero stagger, the dragged left leg, the vacant stare, the works.”
The blonde turned on her instantly, eyes flashing with righteous indignation, her hands planted firmly on her hips. “Are you out of your mind? Have you completely lost your moral compass? You can’t wear that!”
The ponytail girl froze, her shoe suspended an inch above the grass. “Why not? It’s Halloween! It’s the one night of the year when everyone dresses up as ghouls, vampires, werewolves, and the undead! It’s tradition!”
“That was tradition before the invasion,” the blonde lectured, shaking her index finger with schoolmarm authority. “Context matters! Before the outbreak, zombies were fictional archetypes created by cinema and folklore. Now? Now they are our neighbors! They work in our commercial supply chains! They pay municipal parking meters! Dressing up as an undead shambler today is cultural insensitivity at its absolute worst! Zombies are people too!”
The ponytail girl stared at her companion, her jaw dropping open in sheer, unadulterated disbelief. She let out a laugh that sounded like a tea kettle hitting maximum boil. “Zombies are people too?! Have you suffered a traumatic brain injury while we were standing here? Did the airborne rot fumes finally seep into your prefrontal cortex?”
“I am simply advocating for basic social decorum,” the blonde insisted, lifting her chin with an air of profound superiority. “Dee is out here trying to assimilate into civil society, overcoming massive systemic prejudice and rampant biological decay, and you want to reduce her painful medical condition to a cheap costume for a Saturday night mixer? It’s callous!”
“Medical condition?!” the ponytail girl practically shrieked, throwing her head back toward the sky. “She isn’t dealing with chronic seasonal allergies or a mild case of eczema! She’s legally, biologically, and technically deceased! The heart has ceased to beat! The brainwaves are flatlining on every known medical monitor! You don’t say zombies are people too—you say zombies WERE people too! Past tense! Completed action! Finished chapter!”
The blonde opened her mouth to mount a blistering rebuttal, but the words withered on her tongue. She closed her mouth, looked down at her shoes, glanced sideways at the empty alleyway where Dee had shuffled away, and then looked back up. Her moral superiority melted away into a hollow, glazed stare as the cold, inescapable logic of the English language collided with modern etiquette.
“Holy macca noodle…” the blonde whispered under her breath, the sheer absurdity of the philosophical rabbit hole collapsing on top of her.
“Thank you,” the ponytail girl said smugly, crossing her arms over her chest. “Finally, a shred of cognitive sanity returns to the premises. There is no political correctness for a creature that literally had to be reminded not to eat the cashier’s pen. If someone’s skin is peeling off like dry wallpaper and their primary nutritional intake consists of outdated T-bone steaks from the deep discount bin, I am fully within my rights to use past-tense pronouns.”
“Okay, fine,” the blonde admitted, running both hands through her hair with a defeated groan. “Grammatically speaking, you have a point. But socially speaking, you’re still stepping on a massive landmine. If you show up to that dance dressed as a reanimated corpse, and Dee walks in as Charmy’s date, what do you think is going to happen? Do you think she’s going to appreciate the artistic nuance of your fake prosthetic ribcage?”
The ponytail girl paused. Her smirk faded, replaced by a sudden, chilling realization. Her eyes darted toward the community center at the end of the block, where a large vinyl banner advertised the upcoming Halloween Ball in bold, festive lettering.
“Wait…” the ponytail girl said, her voice dropping down an octave. “You don’t actually think Charmy would bring her to the dance, do you? To an indoor event with mood lighting, punch bowls, and a crowded dance floor? That’s an absolute recipe for a public safety incident.”
“Charmy is completely devoted to her,” the blonde warned, stepping closer. “He takes her to the diner. He walks her down the boulevard. If there is a major social gathering in this town, you can bet your entire savings account that he’s already bought two tickets. And if you think a minor detail like an absence of vital signs is going to keep him from showing her off under the strobe lights, you haven’t been paying attention.”
The two friends stood in the fading light, the absurdity of the afternoon giving way to a new and far more terrifying prospect: the imminent social collision awaiting them on the dance floor.
TO BE CONTINUED…
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Voku & anarcho folk night with Commoner, Michael Turnini and Dungbeetle
Joe's Garage, Thursday, November 12 at 07:00 PM GMT+1
Voku at 19:00, music on the stage from 20:30 until 22:00 with Commoner, Michael Turnini, Dungbeetle. Free entrance, donations welcome.
Commoner, folk pop from UK, if Woody Guthrie was playing down your local skatepark... https://commonermusic.bandcamp.com/
Michael Turnini, acoustic skate punk from the little city of Shiner, Texas. https://michaelturnini.bandcamp.com/
Dungbeetle, banjo folk punk, soloproject from Belgium. Weaponised by their banjo, they sing songs about political causes and covers of folk legends. https://archive.org/details/dungbeetle-live-at-vrankrijk-in-amsterdam-ne...
Volkseten Vegazulu is a people’s kitchens existing since the very beginning of Joe’s Garage, June 2005. Your donations are welcome. Food is vegan, no reservation. All benefits go to social & political struggles. Joe’s Garage is a space run by volunteers. Without a collective effort, without your active participation, we’re remaining closed. Get in touch in you feel like giving a hand. We’re always looking for cooks. Any help is welcome in the kitchen. Experience not required. If you want to know which days are still available, mail us
Since June 2005, Joe's Garage is an autonomous squatted political social center, a meeting place in the Transvaal neighborhood for squatters and non-squatters, subsidy free, not for profit, self-organized and entirely run by volunteers.
https://squ.at/joe
https://joe.squat.net
Treetop Watcher
I spotted this bird high in the top of a distant tree while on safari in my backyard yesterday (25 October 2026). The species is a little difficult to make out from this angle, especially with the bird partially obscured by the branches. Still, there is something familiar about its posture that practically screams "woodpecker." I'm fairly certain it's a yellow-bellied sapsucker (Sphyrapicus varius), a species that managed to elude me all last year.
Explore more chic woodpecker photos by visiting my photo gallery.
https://swede1952-photographs.pixels.com
#photo #photography #photographer #photographylovers #wildlife #nature #bird #birds #birding #birdwatching #birdphotography #woodpeckers #YellowBelliedSapsucker
RE: https://uddannelse.social/@mosgaard/117507735027190464
That was fast, unit sold! So long Apollo 8P, you have been a good friend for a long time but now Linux is more fun.
I will especially remember you for the dance project in the woods (recorded in November, it was pretty cold): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j-9biRJYzJU
Recorded by my friend Uffe Birk, mixed by yours truly and mastered by Nathan Moody at Obsidian Sound. Those were the days.
I'm also the vocalist on the recording for the curious.
In spite of its unassuming appearance, the Common Bulbul (Pycnonotus barbatus) is an important seed disperser.
It feeds on fruits, berries, nectar, and insects, carrying seeds away from the parent plant and helping regenerate forests and woodlands.
In spite of its unassuming appearance, the Common Bulbul (Pycnonotus barbatus) is an important seed disperser.
It feeds on fruits, berries, nectar, and insects, carrying seeds away from the parent plant and helping regenerate forests and woodlands.
"Minnesota has had a few remarkable turnarounds and conservation successes over the decades, resurrecting local populations of trumpeter swans and wild turkeys, bald eagles and peregrine falcons. But the return of those species took decades of intentional work and, in the case of eagles and falcons, a nationwide ban on the farming insecticide DDT.
"It is far rarer for a lost species to simply walk back into Minnesota to start reproducing here again.
"But here they are.
"The return of breeding cougars is almost certainly a turning point, both for the wildcats and their push eastward, and for the Minnesota woods that harbor them, experts said."
The unlikely comeback of the Minnesota cougar
Story by Greg Stanley. Photos and videos by Anthony Soufflé
https://www.startribune.com/chasing-ghosts-the-unlikely-comeback-of-the-minnesota-cougar/601890464?utm_source=gift
🎃 Horrorfilm des Tages
Aus den Tiefen der Videothek 📼
Another WolfCop (2017) 🇨🇦
⭐⭐⭐ 5.6/10 (75 Stimmen)
Der trinkfeste Werwolf-Polizist Lou Garou sieht sich in Lowell Deans Horror-Komödie ANOTHER WOLFCOP erneut in der Pflicht, die Leute in seiner Stadt zu beschützen. Ein exzentrischer Geschäftsmann mit bösen Absichten plant, die Bewohner von Woodhaven mit einer neuen Brauerei un…
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October 23th
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Our next featured creator enjoys hiking.
Do you enjoy being outdoors, and if so, does it have an impact on your creativity?
Yes, I enjoy being out in the woods for various reasons. But I don't think it really has any impact on creativity.
Latest acquisition. Arrived dead and sat in the workshop for a couple of weeks, but it's back in business now. It's an exceptionally well-preserved one, and yes, it's wood.
It is a strange feeling, how quickly and easily I can open Google Maps and zoom out from my house in Amsterdam, scroll a bit across the Atlantic, zoom back in on the Appalachians and find the three little rectangles that represent my late grandparents' house, workshed and barn on a dirt road in the woods 5500 kilometers away
During my trip from Rome to Helsinki, while moving, I had the opportunity to see so many marvelous places, like this house in Kedainiai, Lithuania.
#photography #fotografia #fotografie #Lithuania #Lietuva #Kėdainiai #Kedainiai #ViaBaltica #BalticStates #Baltics #BalticArchitecture #LithuanianArchitecture #TraditionalArchitecture #WoodenArchitecture #WoodenHouse #HistoricHouses #VernacularArchitecture #OldTown #HistoricTown #GreenHouse #ArchitecturePhotography #StreetPhotography #UrbanPhotography #TravelPhotography #RoadTrip #EuropeanRoadTrip #RomeToHelsinki #MovingToFinland #Summer2025
Roadworks report for #Altrincham, Sun 25 Oct, 2026:
CLOSED: Avebury Road, Beechpark Avenue, Croft Close, Deansgate Lane
LANE CLOSED: Manchester Road, Railway Street
TEMPORARY LIGHTS: Chapel Lane, Hawley Lane, Mainwood Road, Park Road, Tuffley Road, Wellington Road, Woodlands Parkway, Bankhall Lane, Broad Lane, Elmsway
SINGLE-FILE TRAFFIC: Bow Green Road, Bollin Drive, Bradley Close, Downs Drive, Richmond Road, Upton Drive
WORKS IN THE ROAD: Ash Lane
+41 more: https://CheapFuelNearMe.uk/street-manager/altrincham/
#WritersCoffeeClub – 25th Oct. Tell us about inspiration from an unlikely source.
It was early October and as I was washing a few dishes, I looked out the window and all of my wife's goats were standing stock still, staring into the woods. They all seemed to be looking at the same spot and weren't moving at all. After watching them for a few minutes, they finally broke ranks and went back to munching greens.
I thought, "The goats know something's out there that I can't see."
That thought became the novella The Goats Knew. A horror story I attempted to write for Halloween, but missed by about 10 months.
"In the room where Seti’s sarcophagus would have lain was a deep blue star filled domed roof...The guide said that a raid on the tomb orchestrated by the priests seeking money to gain political power stripped the pharaohs of their sacred and eternal powers. He said it wasn’t just the priests who had stolen from the pharaohs with their organized raid. It had also been the common people, the ones who supported the afterlife preparation industry." #travelfiction #shortstory