#vermiculated

[barksbog]

Barks Quick "Turing patterns in CSP" tutorial

you need some pixels to start with, either just grab the spray bottle tool or go to Filter>Render>Perlin Noise

Filter> Gausian Blur> value: 6

Filter> Sharpen> unsharp mask> Radius: 22, Strenght: 255, Threshold: 0

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you need to repeat step 2+3 over and over. to make that easier you can go to:

Auto Action> create new auto action set

hit record in the bottom left of the auto action window

perform step 2+3

stop recording

right click the actions in the set and duplicate them

make sure they are sorted correctly and hit play a few times

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before you color your pattern or do anything with it go to

Edit> tonal correction> binarization

to get rid of any odd colored pixels

[antiqueanimals]

Ranger Rick's Nature Magazine; November 1979 edition.

Internet Archive

[ladyswillmart]

Greetings from my New! home planet of, uh, "Puckfiel"! It's a little planet and a peaceful place, with calm weather and an interesting variety of creatures. Neighboring planets include a radioactive planet, a hot planet, a toxic planet, and one of those eerie cursed planets with Boundary Failures and Terbium growing everywhere...

Anyway, Puckfiel is also now in my planetary records as having the highest peak out of any planet I've visited, and I believe it! The terrain here is extreme!

But so beautiful, especially at sunrise/sunset! I'm going to build a small base atop one of these peaks, I think like a little wooden chalet of some kind.

[duckdotimg]

Jenica varied from a bit ago (they/them lesbian)

[ketrinadrawsalot]

The vermiculated fishing owl is a member of the genus Scotopelia. It waits for prey on low branches above water, snatching them up when they get too close. You may hear multiple pairs calling out at night when visiting west-central Africa.

[noah-slasher]

fishing owl studies from the other day, Blakister fishing owl and vermiculated fishing owl respectively

normally, the vermiculated fishing owl has incredibly large eyes in proportion to the face, but the one I drew looked like he wanted sleepy time

[ego-sum-id-quod-cantum-ludere]

FUCK JAMIE LEE CURTIS SNUBBING THE OSCAR FOR BEST SUPPORTING ACTRESS anyway, here's a vermiculated spinefoot.

Isn't he cute? 🥰

[squawkoverflow]

A new variant has been added!

Vermiculated Screech Owl (Megascops vermiculatus) © fabiologist

It hatches from brown, overall, reddish, small, tropical, and yellow eggs.

squawkoverflow - the ultimate bird collecting game          🥚 hatch    ❤️ collect     🤝 connect

[cajolions]

love love finding the academic term for a thing I’d thought about but didn’t know the word for so I can deep dive on the literature

[fuzzkaizer]

brain-stone

Vermiculures sur la Porte Saint-Martin, Paris 

“..."vermiculation" (vermiculate rustication or vermicular rustication), so called from the Latin vermiculus meaning "little worm",[11] because the shapes resemble worms, worm-casts or worm tracks in mud or wet sand.  Carved vermiculation requires a good deal of careful mason's work, and is mostly used over limited areas to highlight them. Disparities between individual blocks are often seen, presumably as different carvers interpreted their patterns slightly differently, or had different levels of skill.[12]  The small Turner Mausoleum at Kirkleatham by James Gibbs (1740) has an unusually large area vermiculated, over half of the main level.  When the shapes join up to form a network, the style is called "reticulated".[13]“

cred: commons.wikimedia.org/Pascal3012, en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rustication_(architecture),

[noxaeternaetc]

"Once there were brook trout in the streams in the mountains. You could see them standing in the amber current where the white edges of their fins wimpled softly in the flow. They smelled of moss in your hand. Polished and muscular and torsional. On their backs were vermiculate patterns that were maps of the world in its becoming. Maps and mazes. Of a thing which could not be put back. Not be made right again. In the deep glens where they lived all things were older than man and they hummed of mystery."

Cormac McCarthy, The Road, 2006.

"With a wild whimsiness, he now used his coffin for a sea-chest; and emptying into it his canvas bag of clothes, set them in order there. Many spare hours he spent, in carving the lid with all manner of grotesque figures and drawings; and it seemed that hereby he was striving, in his rude way, to copy parts of the twisted tattooing on his body. And this tattooing had been the work of a departed prophet and seer of his island, who, by those hieroglyphic marks, had written out on his body a complete theory of the heavens and the earth, and a mystical treatise on the art of attaining truth; so that Queequeg in his own proper person was a riddle to unfold; a wondrous work in one volume; but whose mysteries not even himself could read, though his own live heart beat against them; and these mysteries were therefore destined in the end to moulder away with the living parchment whereon they were inscribed, and so be unsolved to the last."

Herman Melville, Moby Dick, 1851.

[duckdotimg]

Another Secret

(Jenica - they/them, Matei - he/him)

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

"Once there were brook trout in the streams in the mountains. You could see them standing in the amber current where the white edges of their fins wimpled softly in the flow. They smelled of moss in your hand. Polished and muscular and torsional. On their backs were vermiculate patterns that were maps of the world in its becoming. Maps and mazes. Of a thing which could not be put back. Not be made right again. In the deep glens where they lived all things were older than man and they hummed of mystery"

~Cormac McCarthy, “The Road”

[herpsandbirds]

Vermiculate Snail-Eater (Dipsas vermiculata), family Colubridae, Peru

photograph by Cristian Torica

[crawlingbetweenearthandheaven]

"Once there were brook trouts in the streams in the mountains. You could see them standing in the amber current where the white edges of their fins wimpled softly in the flow. They smelled of moss in your hand. Polished and muscular and torsional. On their backs were vermiculate patterns that were maps of the world in its becoming. Maps and mazes. Of a thing which could not be put back. Not be made right again. In the deep glens where they lived all things were older than man and they hummed of mystery."

The Road, Cormac McCarthy

[ruknowhere]

"Once there were brook trout in the streams in the mountains. You could see them standing in the amber current where the white edges of their fins wimpled softly in the flow. They smelled of moss in your hand. Polished and muscular and torsional. On their backs were vermiculate patterns that were maps of the world in its becoming. Maps and mazes. Of a thing which could not be put back. Not be made right again. In the deep glens where they lived all things were older than man and they hummed of mystery"

~Cormac McCarthy, "The Road"