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I Just Wanted to Post an Image Thread
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VortigensBane
Busy Bee
Do I detect a fan of Tintin...?
Stezza
Dances with Bees
lol.. no, not really... The Carrara animation group is putting together a quick movie over at Daz in the Carrara board.. The topic ended up being about the ship ( Karaboudjan ) and one thing led to another.. I made a low rez Carrara model of the ship for the animation if anyone wants it, head over to above mentioned thread to get it.
Stezza
Dances with Bees
Hey Hey! You got your seaplane!
Very nice render Stezza.
Thanks Miss B.. No probs getting it once it appeared
changed the textures to my liking, thought it came out ok
SnowFox Lady
Hey Stezza, any chance you have your boat in OBJ format hanging around somewhere?
VortigensBane
Busy Bee
The Legend of the Forget-Me-Not
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Far, far, away, in a land where it was always summer, there lived a beautiful flower fairy. She spent her days dancing and singing in the forests and fields, and wherever she stepped, flowers sprung up in her wake. One day, the great Ice Dragon of the North flew overhead in his cloud of thunder, and heard her singing. Enchanted by the sound, the Great Wyrm landed before her and commanded her to return with him to his icy palace, to sing for him, and for him alone, forever. She declined, for she was a flower fairy who could not live in the frozen North where there was nothing but ice and snow, and because she was in love with a shepherd boy who tended his family's flocks in the meadows where she danced and sang. Filled with rage, the Great Wyrm seized her in his talons and carried her away by force. With one snap of his cruel jaws, he bit off her silvery wings, so that she could not fly away, and fastened her to his throne with a long chain so that she could never escape.
Without the flower fairy, the sunny summer kingdom soon withered away. The poor shepherd boy, unconsolable over the loss of his beloved fairy, resolved to rescue her. He donned his grandfather's old armor, and sharpened the ancient sword that hung over the mantelpiece, and set off in pursuit of the dragon who had stolen his love.
After a long journey, he at last arrived at the gloomy castle of the Great Wyrm. He fought bravely for his love, and although he was wounded himself, he finally slew the evil beast with a thrust to the heart. With mighty blows of his sword, he cut the frozen chain that bound his love. Gathering up her shivering form in his arms, he wrapped her in his own tunic, and slipped his own sturdy boots onto her tiny frozen feet. He carried her all the way back to the summer kingdom, over mountains and rivers, leaving behind him bloody footprints in the snow from his bare feet. When he staggered with his precious burden into his own little meadow, where she would be able to be healed by the warm sun, he fell to his knees. He had saved his beloved fairy, but cost was dear. As she grew stronger, he grew weaker, until at last, she had recovered, and he was dying. As she cradled him in her arms, weeping, he looked up into her glistening eyes and smiled a sad little smile. "Forget me not, my love, and it is enough for me."
Those were his last words. She buried him in the meadow under a mound of flowers. To this day, as she walks through the woods and meadows, tears for her lost love will still fall to the ground, and wherever they do, a little blue flower springs up, the same blue as was in the eyes of the poor shepherd boy who gave his life to save hers.
We call these flowers forget-me-nots.
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Far, far, away, in a land where it was always summer, there lived a beautiful flower fairy. She spent her days dancing and singing in the forests and fields, and wherever she stepped, flowers sprung up in her wake. One day, the great Ice Dragon of the North flew overhead in his cloud of thunder, and heard her singing. Enchanted by the sound, the Great Wyrm landed before her and commanded her to return with him to his icy palace, to sing for him, and for him alone, forever. She declined, for she was a flower fairy who could not live in the frozen North where there was nothing but ice and snow, and because she was in love with a shepherd boy who tended his family's flocks in the meadows where she danced and sang. Filled with rage, the Great Wyrm seized her in his talons and carried her away by force. With one snap of his cruel jaws, he bit off her silvery wings, so that she could not fly away, and fastened her to his throne with a long chain so that she could never escape.
Without the flower fairy, the sunny summer kingdom soon withered away. The poor shepherd boy, unconsolable over the loss of his beloved fairy, resolved to rescue her. He donned his grandfather's old armor, and sharpened the ancient sword that hung over the mantelpiece, and set off in pursuit of the dragon who had stolen his love.
After a long journey, he at last arrived at the gloomy castle of the Great Wyrm. He fought bravely for his love, and although he was wounded himself, he finally slew the evil beast with a thrust to the heart. With mighty blows of his sword, he cut the frozen chain that bound his love. Gathering up her shivering form in his arms, he wrapped her in his own tunic, and slipped his own sturdy boots onto her tiny frozen feet. He carried her all the way back to the summer kingdom, over mountains and rivers, leaving behind him bloody footprints in the snow from his bare feet. When he staggered with his precious burden into his own little meadow, where she would be able to be healed by the warm sun, he fell to his knees. He had saved his beloved fairy, but cost was dear. As she grew stronger, he grew weaker, until at last, she had recovered, and he was dying. As she cradled him in her arms, weeping, he looked up into her glistening eyes and smiled a sad little smile. "Forget me not, my love, and it is enough for me."
Those were his last words. She buried him in the meadow under a mound of flowers. To this day, as she walks through the woods and meadows, tears for her lost love will still fall to the ground, and wherever they do, a little blue flower springs up, the same blue as was in the eyes of the poor shepherd boy who gave his life to save hers.
We call these flowers forget-me-nots.
VortigensBane
Busy Bee
Good.
VortigensBane
Busy Bee
Thanks.
VortigensBane
Busy Bee
Bringing the Lussekatter
View media item 2530This custom arises from pious belief that during a famine many years ago, the townsfolk were saved from starvation by a vessel full of food which arrived on the feast of St. Lucy. At the bow of the ship was a woman dressed in white with a glow about her head. Believed to be St. Lucy, who had saved the city of Syracuse by a similar miracle, this beautiful, yet peculiar custom was adopted in her honor.
View media item 2530This custom arises from pious belief that during a famine many years ago, the townsfolk were saved from starvation by a vessel full of food which arrived on the feast of St. Lucy. At the bow of the ship was a woman dressed in white with a glow about her head. Believed to be St. Lucy, who had saved the city of Syracuse by a similar miracle, this beautiful, yet peculiar custom was adopted in her honor.
VortigensBane
Busy Bee
It is a bit unusual. Every Swedish mother's nightmare, I'm sure: children walking around the house with lighted candles on their heads, carrying a heavy plate with mugs of scalding coffee...
VortigensBane
Busy Bee
For some reason, I can't edit my previous post with the image. In reading it, I realized half of the caption was missing. It should read:
"December 13 is celebrated as the feast of St. Lucy. In Sweden, the eldest girl of the family dons a white gown with a red sash tied into a bow, and with a candle-lit wreath crowning her head, goes about the house in the early morning bringing coffee and lussekatter biscuits to everyone. This custom arises from pious belief that during a famine many years ago, the townsfolk were saved from starvation by a vessel full of food which arrived on the feast of St. Lucy. At the bow of the ship was a woman dressed in white with a glow about her head. Believed to be St. Lucy, who had saved the city of Syracuse by a similar miracle, this beautiful, yet peculiar custom was adopted in her honor."
"December 13 is celebrated as the feast of St. Lucy. In Sweden, the eldest girl of the family dons a white gown with a red sash tied into a bow, and with a candle-lit wreath crowning her head, goes about the house in the early morning bringing coffee and lussekatter biscuits to everyone. This custom arises from pious belief that during a famine many years ago, the townsfolk were saved from starvation by a vessel full of food which arrived on the feast of St. Lucy. At the bow of the ship was a woman dressed in white with a glow about her head. Believed to be St. Lucy, who had saved the city of Syracuse by a similar miracle, this beautiful, yet peculiar custom was adopted in her honor."