birch hills


Dauðra Dura - IX & X
In old norse religion, it is believed that if you need to find answers which cannot be found in this life, you have to seek and acquire them from the realm of the dead. The most known gate into that realm is through the graves of the glorious dead. All the pictures of this album - Doors of the dead - have been taken at various gravefields in Sweden.
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overwatch characters as the worlds produced by minecraft when their name is put into the seed generator

“mercy” - a seaside meadow surrounded by dark oak forests, featuring black & white horses and scattered ponds/lakes.

“symmetra” - five tiny isles in the middle of the ocean surrounding an undersea temple, with very few scattered trees & animals. there is no mainland in sight.

“reaper” - a savannah with floating mountains, dotted by acacia trees. behind is a lush birch forest, forward is a desert lasting for miles. a river winds through the whole area.

“soldier 76” - a towering spruce forest with stone ruins scattered throughout. it is surrounded by a massive dark oak forest going in all directions, with mushroom trees scattered about. the forest floor is covered with podzol.

“hanzo” - a meadow filled with red flowers, split up by multiple rivers. far in the distance there is spruce forest, and a village. the meadow is large but empty.

“mccree” - a village on the edge of a mixed oak and birch forest. there is a dirt path leading up to it, and a large meadow filled with sheep nearby.

“zarya” - a river valley, with birch-covered hills on all sides. there’s a herd of cows in the valley, and yellow flowers lining ground where the treeline begins.

“amelie” - flat plains of snow and ice as far as the eye can see. there are several completely iced-over lagoons.

“mei” - an island in the middle of the ocean, covered in thick forest. the closest landmass are large, forbidding mountains with jagged cliffs and few trees.

“tracer” - the patch of land between three lakes. facing north, there is a mixed birch and dark oak forest. south, there are mountains, with scattered spruce trees within. east, there is already a forest fire occurring, where the mountains and forests meet.

“pharah” - a savannah in all directions as far as the eye can see. there is a multitude of wildlife, including llamas and horses of all colors. there is a village nearby, with a massive crevasse underneath.

“ana” - a large lake, mistaken for an ocean at first, surrounded by hills and mountains covered in spruce and oak trees. snow covers the sand lining the shore.

“lucio” - endless fields of sunflowers. scattered lakes and ponds throughout.

“zenyatta” - forest valley surrounded by mountains. the mountains are snowy, the forest is not.

“torbjorn” - a birch forest on flatlands surrounded by tall, jagged mountains. the birch trees are bizarrely short. peony flowers line the forest floor.

“sombra” - a massive jungle, going on in all directions. there is a ruined temple nearby, filled with traps and a huge amount of gold.

“reinhardt” - a small patch of grasslands, surrounded by dark oak trees and massive mushrooms. there is a swamp directly beyond the dark oaks, featuring a lava pit and a witch hut.

“roadhog” - at the foot of a single mountain in a massive desert. a river winds through it, and on the other side is a savannah.

“junkrat” - a jungle that bumps right up against a birch forest. both are filled with pigs.

“genji” - a snowy taiga with a frozen river running through it. there are hardly any trees but many, many flowers, and many rabbits.

“winston” - there are several small biomes fighting for space here; in one direction, oak forests with a lake and mountains, in another, savannahas and deserts. in another, swamps.

“bastion” - grasslands with multiple broken up mountains. a village is nearby. there is no forest.

“dva” - a spruce forest by the ocean lined with a wide coast. in the water is a sea temple, seen clearly from the shoreline. just within the bounds of the forest there are two villages.

All Ages: The Limit Does Not Exist

by Jessica Perry

I grew up in New Jersey — a state with undeniable musical history. Beyond Bruce Springsteen and Bon Jovi, this oft-insulted landmass has acted as a cross-generational beacon of punk and hardcore glory. Perhaps it’s our shitty reputation of oil tankers, strip malls, and fist pumping. Maybe it’s the less-talked-about countrysides, farmlands, and oceanfronts. But something about this place makes it rife with songwriting opportunities aligned with values and themes typically celebrated within this music scene — loving your town, hating your town, loving your friends, hating your friends, having your heart broken, going to diners. That’s what resonated with me and what resonates with many misguided suburban teenagers.

Right now, I sit in a coffee shop in New Brunswick — a small college town from where pioneers and torch-bearers hailed — Lifetime, Thursday, Bouncing Souls, You and I, Midtown, The Gaslight Anthem, Screaming Females. Travel up US–1 and you’ll run into Newark, hometown of My Chemical Romance. Down US–1 South, you’ll hit Princeton, the hometown of my favorite band — Saves The Day. Even now, nearly 30 years old, I drive around here with giddiness as the history of the bands and scene I love surround me. Being a teenager here in the 2000s was really exciting, and it made being a music fan easy, fun, romantic, accessible.

It also made growing up and out of it harder. And I can’t say I have, will, or even want to.

I will be 30 in October — a senior citizen by Zack’s standards, and approximately eight years beyond the age where recent college graduates tout that they’re “too old” – for shows, for “the pit,” for staying out late. Punk, emo, or whatever restrictive adjectives you want to assign to my taste have steered my life’s course since I was 13. My hobbies, my friendships, my passions, my (failed) relationships, my humor, my place of residence — direct results of picking up blink–182 and MxPx records sometime in the late 90s and never really putting them down.

Honestly, I’ve been struggling with the inevitability of the first digit of my age odometer flipping from two to three. I’m worried about people I consider(ed?) peers ostracizing me for being “too old.” I’m worried about retreating because I assume people will feel that way. I’m worried that “normal” adults, whatever that means, will snicker and tell me to get a “real hobby.” I’m worried that I’ll look back when I’m 35 and wonder why the fuck I spent 20 years doing whatever this is. I’m often confronted with the tension caused by feeling like I should be feeling nostalgic and the reality that nostalgia requires one to detach his/herself from present-day enjoyment.

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While I want to discover what the Rockies have to offer, I also really, really love Appalachia. There’s nothing quite like our ash, maple, sycamore, and birch autumns, our rolling hills, wetlands, valleys, and rivers. I rediscovered how much I love this area on our walk today. It would take something mighty strong to convince me to move away from the Appalachia region.