mottling

you: how was london? what did you see?

me: In the gardens and in the streets I saw mauve, coral, bottle green and burgundy, olive and claret, puce and umber and tawny brick brown, the muddy black greens of Rembrandt and wet gold of Van Gogh, gleaming amber & dusty fallow, all of it flecked and mottled as with ink, all presided over by a sodden, stormy grey—the silence against which each of them echoed. If London has blood it is grey.

you: ok thanks it’s fun & easy being your friend

Hubble Sees a Mess of Stars : Bursts of pink and red, dark lanes of mottled cosmic dust, and a bright scattering of stars this NASA/ESA Hubble Space Telescope image shows part of a messy barred spiral galaxy known as NGC 428.

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8/20/15                 Spider of the DAY

Order Araneae (Spiders) Infraorder Araneomorphae (True Spiders) No Taxon  (Entelegynes ) Family Araneidae (Orb Weavers) Genus Micrathena Species gracilis (Spined Micrathena) -Adult Female

Explanation of Names Latin: “slender, slight” Size Females 8 - 10 mm, males average 4.5 mm. Other Common Names Spiny Orbweaver Explanation of Names Author of name: Sundevall, 1833
Gender: Feminine
One specimen (a female) from Durham, North Carolina, 30 July, measured 11 mm from head to tip of abdomen. Identification Females are mostly white or pale yellow, mottled with black or brown.  They have ten spines on the chunky abdomen.  Size 8 - 10 mm. Males are flat with an elongated yellowish or white abdomen.  They lack all but one or two abdominal spines and are smaller than females, averaging 4.5mm in size. 

These spiders do not do well off their web.!!!!

Micrathena -Other Common Names Spiny Orbweaver Explanation of Names Author of name: Sundevall, 1833
Gender: Feminine

From the Greek adjective for “small” and the name of the goddess Athena, patroness of domestic arts and handicrafts, especially spinning and weaving.(1) Numbers 4 species in BugGuide’s range (North America north of Mexico)

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Video tutorial / example of how I do the koopa redesign mottling / scale patterns.

Just something really quick and basic, to give the general idea.

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Heirloom Tomato & Nectarine Caprese with Burrata and Crispy Basil.

There are certain rituals I perform to keep me sane: Brushing my teeth, rubbing lavender or rose essential oil on my chest before I sleep, picking flowers from the neighborhood, making lists, writing, reading, and on my birthday, getting in the ocean. The sweet inundation of water on skin on breath, salt drawing out impurities, tide pulling out everything that is old—it’s all magic to me.

The ocean demands total aliveness. Awareness of every push and pull, every ripple, every hiss and drawback and curl-over. Without immediate presence, the ocean will pull you under. I learned this young, tumbling in the washing machine rumbles of shorebreak on Maui. I know that the ocean is master and I am one of its many students.

This week, on my birthday, I went again to the ocean. It was cloudy, the sky mottled with trouble and dampness until finally it rained and then, hours later, cleared. We went in the water as the first raindrops began to fall, and waited to jump in til we found an inner steel of tolerance to the chill.

Then we went headfirst, insistent on receiving the murky wash of salt and seaweed and watery newness. This is how I make myself ready for another year of life.

Read more and get the recipe for the juiciest, sexiest caprese salad summer has to offer right here.

TORY & SOPHIE - MOTTLING THE SKIN TONES

MOTTLING.

Whats that? its a technique Reborners use to make newborn baby skin have a ‘blotchy’ look. its really just manipulating a sponge and poncing a color preference onto the kit that creates that look.

zombies have a variety of color changes they can go through.

i made these 2 zombie babies in a more flesh tone, with red mottling.

ive considered a more white (or grey) look and a darker mottling, to give a more rotted look.

as well as a typical “green” skin tone, and a darker mottling (for a decaying appeal).

colors that can be used on a zombie: Blues, Reds, Blacks, Browns, and Purples. all of which cn give a 'bruised’ look to the skin tone. which is what youd want to have as a look, as the blood stops circulating, and begins to 'pool’ in areas of the body that have the hardest gravity pull on them, depending on how the body is positioned.

so, i was, with these 2 dolls, at this time trying out a redder look too see how that would look.

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gaaah here it is, a ficlet based on Coline’s post and Fish’s begging in the tags ;)

It’s…something. 

(it’s short so I’m putting it in a post under the cut and not on AO3)

Enjoy, my lovlies!

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Crocosmia is a genus of plants in the Iridaceae family, native to grasslands of southern and eastern Africa. More than 400 cultivars are now grown worldwide. In the US they are commonly known as coppertips or falling stars, and in the UK as montbretia (although in my experience, we don’t, we just call them crocosmia). The genus name is derived from the Greek words krokos, meaning “saffron”, and osme, meaning “odor” - from the fact that dried leaves of these plants emit a strong smell like that of saffron when immersed in hot water.

In the UK and other temperate regions, they are herbaceous and fully winter-hardy, and popular for their use in tropical or prairie style planting. I’ve also found that they do just fine in containers. 

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Muddler Minnow step by step

Don Gapen invented this legendary pattern for the Nipigon river in Canada. It was supposed to imitate Cockatush minnow which is a sculpin and called a “muddler” in parts of Wisconsin. The muddler wasn’t supposed to be that type of firm and clinically cut that we like today but rather sparse and long. Customers seemed to prefer the look of the shorter cut tighter heads and the fly evolved accordingly. You might want to try it with a more original head too for fishing as it will have a very different type of movement and sinking rate. The version tied above is just according to my personal preferences, cut to a symmetrical cone and packed pretty dense but not too dense to still keep it soft.

Hook: #2-10 3X Streamer hook.
Tail: Mottled Brown Turkey wing.
Rib: Oval Gold tinsel.
Body: Flat Gold tinsel.
Wing: Natural white tip Squirrel tail and Mottled brown Turkey wing slips on top.
Head: Natural Deer hair muddler style. Stack the tips of the first bunch to form a neat collar.

Galapagos Giant Tortoise (Chelonoidis nigra

The Giant Tortoise can be up to 1.1m long and can reach an age of over 100 years. The animal’s carapace resembles a black, horny shield, although the lichens that sometimes live on the shell can give it a mottled appearance. In some subspecies, the front part of the carapace is bent upward and shaped like a saddle, enabling the animal to raise its head on long necks to graze on higher parts of plants. The tortoise’s elephantine feet have short toes and lack all traces of webbing. Males are typically larger than females.

(read more: Encyclopedia of Life)

photograph by Dallas Krentzel

Our skin is born anew every week. Seven days. We think nothing of the healing cuts fresh against our pale skin; you think nothing of the faint bruise in the cradle of your elbow, where your veins shuddered beneath syringes and apathy.

Our bodies tremble in the presence of our recklessness and in a week, a mottled purple bruise can be nothing but a crescent moon of yellow, hardly noticeable to anyone unless they’re really looking for it. We’re born fresh; we are forgiven, given second chances in our undeserving hands.

It takes seven days for your hands to forget the map of my curves. It takes seven days for the memory of my lips to fade from yours.

In seven days, the roadways of your veins will have never throbbed in anticipation because of my breathing against your collarbone. All it takes is seven days for your body to heave a great sigh of relief and leave me behind, as if you knew that I was never really yours to keep.

If only we could train our minds in such a way that I could erase the sound of your laughter from my brain’s inevitable relay. If only we could train our hearts not to expect such a feeling again; it only takes one week for you to transform yourself into a new kind of creature, one that has never known hurt, or pain, or the reckless mania of loving a girl with a crooked smile, glassy eyes and a shotgun heart.

Seven days. Seven days from now, my body will have never spoken these words. I will exist in a body that has never touched you.

I will exist in a body that has never pressed itself against yours, desperate to keep the broken pieces of you whole. In seven days, it will be clean. It will breathe relief and wake up without staining the bedsheets with guilt.

My body will never again know what it is like to burn; it will never again know the journey of trying to hold water in its bare hands.

—  Happy Birthday Mr. President, Jenn Carmen