#EGRET II

[arcadebroke]

[aaronkraten]

New Bird to my aviary.

[xspiderchloe]

The Erebonian’ Trails arc becomes much better if, instead of worrying yourself with the whole “Rean’s harem problem” and whatever ship war may have come from there, you forget about all that jazz and just see Class VII; both og and new, as what they are: The funniest found family ever to exist.

[darthskinnius]

Spotting a stoic "Garza Real" aka Egret / Ardea Alba in the middle of the sea

📍Playa Escondida, Puerto Rico Canon R6 Mark II

[anissakmorris]

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[angryneckathletefreak]

[jetix]

Taito Egret II, 2007-04-02

[chic-a-gigot]

La Mode nationale, no. 22, 5 juin 1897, Paris. No. 15. — Toilette de visites. No. 16. — Toilette de promenade. Bibliothèque nationale de France

No. 15. — Toilette de visites en peau desoie violine, corsage-blouse bouffante en mousseline de soie paille, recouvert par un boléro brodé en appliques de velours noir, col montant en velours avec ruche rabattue en dessus; haute ceinture corselet, boutonnée, en velours noir; manches plates avec petit ballon surmontant un volant de dentelle, appliques sur le bas de la manche. Jupe plate, plissée derrière, brodée d'appliques sur le bas et sur les hanches. Chapeau Henri II en paille de riz noire, recouvert par une couronne de violettes avec grand oiseau du Paradis faisant aigrette derrière, fleurs en relevage sur le côté.

No. 15. — Visiting enesmbel in purple silk skin, bouffant bodice-blouse in straw silk muslin, covered by a bolero embroidered in black velvet appliques, high velvet collar with ruffle folded over; high corselet belt, buttoned, in black velvet; flat sleeves with small balloon surmounting a lace flounce, appliques on the bottom of the sleeve. Flat skirt, pleated at the back, embroidered with appliques at the bottom and on the hips. Henri II hat in black rice straw, covered by a crown of violets with a large bird of Paradise in the shape of an egret behind, flowers raised on the side.

Métrage: 12 mètres peau de soie violine.

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No. 16. — Toilette de promenade en lainage gris nickel, corsage-blouse recouvert par un boléro brodé, échancré du bas, à col montant renversé, cravate de dentelle retombant sur le corsage; manches plates avec petits ballons dans le haut. Jupe plate, cerclée dans sa hauteur par trois rangées de galon en laine s'abaissant en rond sur le devant, ceinture semblable. Chapeau paillasson gris nickel, couvert de fleurs des champs mélangées à un froufroutage de mousseline de soie, avec haute aigrette au-dessus.

No. 16. — Walking dress in nickel gray wool, bodice-blouse covered by an embroidered bolero, indented at the bottom, with a high reversed collar, lace tie falling over the bodice; flat sleeves with small balloons at the top. Flat skirt, encircled at its height by three rows of wool braid falling in a circle on the front, similar belt. Nickel gray doormat hat, covered with wild flowers mixed with a frill of silk muslin, with high egret above.

Métrage: 6 mètres lainage en 120.

[alex51324]

Beach trip day two!

We got up and walked down to the beach behind the motel:

It's another gorgeous, unseasonably warm day on the Cape May peninsula! (Yeah, I know, but when global warming gives you a day of lovely beach weather at the end of October, it's not like abstaining from enjoying it helps in any way.)

Up on the deck for a little breakfast:

Our first stop was the Cape May Nature Center, which didn't have a whole lot going on this time of year, but the gift shop was great, and it had a few exhibits and a nice deck for looking out at the harbor:

We took a walk around the harbor, taking in the Fishermen's Memorial, honoring fishermen lost at sea:

The earliest names are from 1897, and the latest from 2020:

Then we ended up over at the marina where the fishing boats live:

The nature center has a beach wheelchair!

I didn't see any information on how one gets to use it, but if you or anyone you know uses a wheelchair and wants to go to Cape May, maybe give them a call and ask.

Next we drove through downtown Cape May, ending up at Cove Beach, which is the last of the city beaches. I got lunch at a little beach-shack type restaurant:

The fries were nothing impressive, but those were some of the best fried shrimp I've ever had.

By this point in the trip, Sophie had come to the conclusion that she likes best the part of the beach that isn't too close to the ocean, so she hung out in the car and ate French fries while I went wading on Cove Beach:

In the distance there you can see the Cape May lighthouse, which is our main destination for the day. But first, let's turn back and look at the restaurant:

It's the long, low building with the red roof. (No idea why those people are bundled up like that, unless maybe they're from Florida or something. It was about 70 degrees out. (Or 21-ish, Celsius).

After Cove Beach, we drove on to Cape May Point state park, where the lighthouse is. Since Sophie was going to skip the lighthouse climb too, we started with a nice walk on the dry part of the beach at the park, out to the World War II Bunker:

This is a big concrete structure on the beach, now unsafe and boarded up, that was part of the area's coastal defenses. There's also a lookout tower over by Sunset Beach (where we were for the sunset the previous night), but we skipped that. In the background, you can see the lighthouse!

Here's the ocean and a jetty or something:

And Sophie watching while I go onto the dangerously damp part of the beach:

We exited the beach on the far side of the bunker from where we entered, and walked back via a path that ran between the dunes and this pond:

Which was full of swans. There was also a snowy egret, and a lot of other birds I don't know. It's a very big pond, and there were tons of the swans:

Here's a shot from the same spot that is less good for swans, but better for the lighthouse:

There is a little museum, with some natural history exhibits, and this sign explaining about the bunker, and the beach replenishment project they had to do around the turn of the century:

And also a sign about the concrete ship, that we saw at Sunset Beach yesterday:

OK, now let's head for the lighthouse!

The windows, like you see here, are basically normal house-sized windows, to give you an idea of the scale. The lighthouse was built in 1859, and continues as an active lighthouse today, marking the entrance to the Delaware Bay.

The cast-iron spiral staircase has a total of 199 steps up to the viewing platform. Here we're on one of the six landings, looking toward the staircase:

Each landing has a little niche with a window in it, and as you go up, you can see how the walls are thicker at the bottom.

Here's a view from about halfway up:

Here we are up top!

That's the bunker and the pond, where we were a few photos ago!

Looking out over the town of Cape May Point:

It was incredibly windy out on the platform, and I was very nervous about dropping my phone and having to find my way back home without GPS. Let's go back inside!

This little room here was the lighthouse keeper's work area; back in the day before the light was automated, they had three keepers, who divided the time from dusk to dawn into three watches, with one of them up there at all times. The main things they had to do were lighting the lamp at dusk, refilling the fuel--kerosene, for most of the lighthouse's heyday--polishing the lens, and keeping an eye out for signals from ships in distress, but in winter, they'd also have to go out and clear snow and ice off windows at the very top, above the viewing platform.

The light:

The modern electric light is a lot simpler; in the kerosene-burning days, they had a huge glass lens, with lots of facets to refract the light out.

A short set of wooden steps up to where the light is:

Visitors aren't allowed up in that part--again, this is still a working lighthouse; it's automated now, so there isn't a keeper up there every day, but they do sometimes have to go up there for maintenance.

Back on the ground:

Our next stop was Highbee Beach, another beach on the bay side, for the sunset:

It was nice, but the temperature dropped precipitously in the hour or so before dark, and the wind was very strong, so it wasn't as pleasant a viewing experience as we had at Sunset Beach the day before. I'd been planning to stick around and see if I could see the Cape May-Lewes Ferry leaving for its 6:15 crossing, but it was too cold! We headed back to Cove Beach, to see the lighthouse in action:

That's it there; the light was less dramatic than I thought it would be, but I guess if you're out in the ocean in the pitch dark it stands out more. (Also, at this point the lighthouse is more of a backup in case a ship's GPS fails, rather than being the primary means of navigation like it was back when it was built.) Different lighthouses flash their lights in different patterns, so in the event that a ship's crew were completely disoriented, they could use that to figure out where they are and which direction is which. The Cape May lighthouse flashes on a cycle of 15 seconds, and the one on the other side of the bay at Lewes is on a 30-second cycle.

And I've hit the image limit! Stay tuned for part 2B.

[axilarycobra]

Wings of Fire Lesbian Headcanons

Hey guys. I saw that it's lesbian visibility week this week so since I've been making a pattern of this, I want to share my lesbian headcanons for WoF characters. Not much else to say and there's like 83 so I'll just get into it.

Peril

Sundew

Snowfall

Burn

Blaze

Anemone

Scarlet

Coral

Glacier

Lynx

Carnelian

Cobra Lily

Icicle

Io

Listener

Armadillo

Exquisite

Magnificent

Scarab

Tourmaline

Silverspot

Burnet

Snowfox

Snowflake

Cinnabar

Fierceteeth

Fruit Bat

Mayfly

Frostbite

Ivory

Vigilance

Allknowing

Whiteout

Nettle

Tempest

Greatness

Sequoia

Pheasant

Sepia

Cereus

Opal

Auklet

Clearpool

Pearl (L1)

Snail (TLH)

Splash

Bromeliad

Firefly

Heliconia

Siamang

Battlewinner

Mindreader

Truthfinder

Tunesmith

Arid

Jerboa II

Prickle

Rattlesnake

Scorpion

Tawny

Tundra

Carmine

Sunset

Bloodworm

Cicada (TLC)

Cochineal

Katydid

Mantis

Rootworm

Yellowjacket

Bryony

Taupe

Ash

Beryl

Caribou (bard's friend's sister)

Caribou (princess)

Cicada (AGttDW)

Coypu

Egret

Firestorm

Linden

Python

Tailwind

[barrenclan]

Egret II looks so chunky— I love it,, she's just like her father.

Good eye. She's definitely got her father's build, though it's not obvious yet.

[arcadebroke]

[aaronkraten]

We are great!

[anthologee]

THE MAJOR ARCANA!

Inspired by one of my favorite games of all time (Persona 5 Royale), I reimagined the Major Arcana of the Tarot Deck as real life bird counterparts!

I = The Magician = Lilac Breasted Roller

II = The Papess = Secretary Bird

III = The Empress = White Headed Vulture

IV = The Temperor = Philippine Eagle

V = The Pope = Great Egret

VI = The Lovers = Peach Faced Lovebirds

VII = The Chariot = North African Ostrich

VIII = The Justice = Bald Eagle

IX = The Hermit = Canadian Goose

X = The Wheel of Fortune = Magpie

XI = The Fortitude = Shoebill

XII = The Hanged Man = White Breasted Nuthatch

XIII = The Death = Southern Ground Hornbill

XIV = The Temperance = Ivory Billed Woodpecker

XV = The Devil = Seagull

XVI = The Tower = Flamingo

XVII = The Star = Magellanic Penguin

XVIII = The Moon = Great Gray Owl

XIX = The Sun = Ornate Sunbird

XX = The Last Judgment = Cassowary

XXI = The World = Orpington Chicken

XXII = The Fool = Red Crossbill

[lonestarflight]

STS-37 Atlantis (OV-104) lifts off from LC-39B KSC.

"Aboard the Space Shuttle Atlantis, the STS-37 mission launched April 5, 1991 from launch pad 39B at the Kennedy Space Center in Florida, and landed back on Earth April 11, 1991. The 39th shuttle mission included crew members: Steven R. Nagel, commander; Kenneth D. Cameron, pilot; Jerry L,. Ross, mission specialist 1; Jay Apt, mission specialist 2; and Linda M. Godwin, mission specialist 3. The primary payload for the mission was the Gamma Ray Observatory (GRO). The GRO included the Burst and Transient Experiment (BATSE); the Imaging Compton Telescope (COMPTEL); the Energetic Gamma Ray Experiment Telescope (EGRET); and the Oriented Scintillation Spectrometer Experiment (OSSEE). Secondary payloads included Crew and Equipment Translation Aids (CETA); the Ascent Particle Monitor (APM); the Shuttle Amateur Radio Experiment II (SAREXII), the Protein Crystal Growth (PCG); the Bioserve Instrumentation Technology Associates Materials Dispersion Apparatus (BIMDA); Radiation Monitoring Equipment III (RMEIII); and Air Force Maui Optical Site."

Date: April 5, 1991

NASA ID: S37-S-007, 9130275, 9130274

[ammonitetestpatterns]

where do you play your games on?

i don't have many personal belongings, i am wageless and expatriated, reliant on the generosity of another, loosing silicon and paper traces, transmitter imprints. a daemonic attachment to the sensuous, the assail of intuition with drudgery and consumerism, the hoarder's false icons, make me feel like the unfolded haplotic and unstipulated sincerity/reality put to a long art or lifework (bildung, too fraught a term?) is capsized and stung to sea, seven of pentacles reversed. everyday i wish i had the courage to crush my electronics with a sledgehammer. solitary gaming is not as open in creative capacity or spiral staircase entry nailings to a self remade time, such that i would channel energy toward console acquisition, i take pride in loyally resigning myself to my snes and pewter. i have a fondness for archaic adventure games, druidic mysteries and visual novels for laughing matters, relished through a windows 98 install on my partner's IBM personal computer 300GL, or by the phosphor ghost blots of a senior partner. it even smells gamey to shuffle through secondhand floppy disc galleries in total dark, waiting for the occasional weird raster hatched erotica to perk up on screen, at which we cheer grotesquely, snarling at the scroll of a mutating relationship to sexuality and the pleasure of seeing from its shining chest. a few years ago i wanted to extract the audio files from the disc image for the apple II GS version of dream zone, but that never came to fruition. our latest tiny task was to burn LSD dream emulator onto a CDR to run on a scrap playstation, its function frontally for a shop display but tacitly for the elevation of the tinker's enterprise, inspired by a recent hangout/accompanied guy time, prowling through his friend's save after questioning him on the unmistakable jewel case tucked atop a shelf to which he confessed its artifice. a chain of CRTs flashed the signal in unison, tied by a wire baton. i tried to yank him over but he was too determined to beat solitaire for old time's sake. magnetized, looping his appearance, the grey man strung a sightline to my rehearsals of fragmentation, arterial gown trains unbunching at the happy town tunnel, a pulse caught under steel. the day after my birthday, riding the tryptaminic ease out, parting the beaux arts sculpting the energy transmuted and consolidated in everything, we passed back and forth a cigarette of damiana, mullein, mugwort and skullcap as the sidewalk furrowed in droves of feet around us, alterior forms aflit, reduced to fluid evaporating to city air and poison fume curvature, the cut and concourse of skirt and skins, egrets nimble under raincloud parasols, porcelain scales tiptoeing. suddenly we saw heaven, must have been choked with the hilarity. a republic of gamers sign suspended, golden, guarding over an otherwise unmarked and rather diffident black door. we pressed our palms in the shape of prayer and bowed madly, finally there was our patriotic salvation, our asylum from the warmongering of the senses. a spatial special fit for the homophone from which ojigi reached reverence in the stitch between motion and the telepathic speech act. gratitude flies me, makes me weightless over the magnitude, the rock split on the activity to which i am lent, weighed with how much is lost, an impossible proportion when your blood, importance is barred and equanimity toward enmity, the nobility in withholding, whittles its sentinel smoke to an ineffective hell. the cow toils, having total access and acclimation to the sensuous and knowing its bounds against the hope for knowledge.

this is all too internet, i need naivist abandon, smarter than any lionized sprezzatura for it is not false, unspoiled by any social simulacral mediation of the network and its orgiastic, explosive exchange of desire pumping its endlessly denied and yet compulsively prioritized platelets into a vile differencing creature suspended in a vat. apathetic to the body, sterile for its oversight, spying on cellular caresses, dalliances swallowing over the lines of separation, sporelike. i want a reality innocent for its inheritance of every ill of the inwit flayed across arrangements of matter and time, the well of history, memory drawn out and in. so that i may be the ὀπαῖον ῥέπον, lantern hole, heaven entry, night heavy, lowered as a sleepy maid's fragile eyelashes on silver moonpan'd summer, the scale dipping and the counter weight forcing a flounce, folding desolation and dissonant intension to rest. i refuse to allow the unrelenting bloodloss of the worldly profane to stain me, but i can hope to be its small medic.