#stormy seas

[maureen2musings]

Storm

pc.koublis

[ginger-by-the-sea]

[ltwilliammowett]

Stormy seas - Bark Alexander von Humboldt off Cape Horn, 2006 

[chasingrainbowsforever]

~ Colors ~ Spruce Green ~

[thatsbelievable]

[lampfacedstudios]

I’m feeling nostalgic for an old fandom of mine, I spent a good 2-3 hours yesterday talking Transformers with Logan and now they are on the brain once more. So I wandered into some certain tags and found content? Recent-ish content even?? In tags that used to be sparse and ghost-town-like?

And so I am reposting some things since I can.

These pieces are anywhere from 4 to 7-ish years old but goddammit I am still fond of most of them. I did go touch up a few bc I’m allowed to do that with my own art.

haha here is a disclaimer of sorts for my take on these two bc I still feel some sense of self-consciousness for thinking the way I do vs. the fandom at large, I remember the vagueposting and raging that drove me away

Original postings of above pieces, pardon my ship-addled rantings on said posts, most of them contain context for whatever was happening in the relevant issue at hand:

1- https://lampfacedstudios.tumblr.com/post/143772532029

2- https://lampfacedstudios.tumblr.com/post/112917501344

3- https://lampfacedstudios.tumblr.com/post/119576888629

4- https://lampfacedstudios.tumblr.com/post/163969629759

5- https://lampfacedstudios.tumblr.com/post/165811730764

6- https://lampfacedstudios.tumblr.com/post/143611103244

7- https://lampfacedstudios.tumblr.com/post/144910123854

8- https://lampfacedstudios.tumblr.com/post/178483059434

I also designed them a child 8 (EIGHT??!?!?) goddamn years ago (in my headcanon world, any bots can reproduce regardless of what kind of relationship if they choose - it can be a single parent basically cloning themselves, or 2+ bots contributing material, and it can be clinical or personal or anything else. listen I’m the kind of ace where reproduction is more acceptable the less it resembles human reproduction to me)

This is Mobius and they’re a little shit know-it-all

[lionfloss]

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[soulinkpoetry]

The difference between good grief and bad grief is like a stormy sea. In the good , you learn how to swim in it, in the bad you let it drown you.

@soulinkpoetry

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[life-spire]

Porto, Portugal (by L.Filipe C.Sousa)

See more of Portugal.

[northwoodscarving]

"In The Storm" is an original acrylic 15x30 painting of a viking ship sailing through a rough, rainy sea, lightning overhead, with the warriors bailing the water out of the ship with buckets. It is available. Message me if you're interested!

[wearenaturelovers]

[maureen2musings]

Guardian of the Seas

@_sebastian.grafe_

[gaiagalatea]

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[ltwilliammowett]

Ships on stormy seas, by Albert de Marées, 1848

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

In Antigone, Sophocles predicted the coming of the anthropocene age and said it would mean an end to the forests, the beasts, the oceans that compose a wondrous world. Here is the core of it, in a great chorus that I have translated to match the interpretation suggested by Hans Jonas's Das Prinzip Verantwortung (1979): Many things are formidable, and yet nothing is quite so formidable as man. Over the gray sea and the storming south wind, Through the foam and welling of the waves, he makes his perilous way; The Earth also, highest of the deities, who never shows fatigue, nor exhaustion, nor decay, Ever he furrows and ploughs, year on year, with his ploughshare, muzzles and horses. The light-seeking birds of the air he stalks and traps, the wild beasts of the forest, and the salty brood of the sea, he catches with his richly woven net– He, the cunning one, And by his arts he achieves mastery of the savage game, of the creatures who wind their way upon the heights, tamed through his wondrous art, And the defiant steed he bends to his will under the bit. Speech and wind-driven thoughts and emotions form the foundation upon which he builds the city, All of this he has taught himself; and to take shelter before the inhospitable torrents of the heavens, and the freeze of the winter sky. He is prepared for everything; against nothing does he want for protection. Even against once perplexing ailments he has developed an escape. Only against death has he at last no refuge. Supplied with cleverness of every imaginable type, He ventures once towards evil, and then towards good. If he honors the laws of the land and the right attested by the Gods, Then may his city prosper. But homeless shall he be if he boorishly debases himself. πολλὰ τὰ δεινὰ κοὐδὲν ἀνθρώπου δεινότερονπέλει. τοῦτο καὶ πολιοῦ πέραν πόντου χειμερίῳ νότῳ χωρεῖ, περιβρυχίοισιν περῶν ὑπ᾽ οἴδμασιν. θεῶν τε τὰν ὑπερτάταν, Γᾶν ἄφθιτον, ἀκαμάταν, ἀποτρύεται ἰλλομένων ἀρότρων ἔτος εἰς ἔτος ἱππείῳ γένει πολεύων. κουφονόων τε φῦλον ὀρνίθων ἀμφιβαλὼν ἄγει καὶ θηρῶν ἀγρίων ἔθνη πόντου τ᾽ εἰναλίανφύσιν σπείραισι δικτυοκλώστοις, περιφραδὴς ἀνήρ: κρατεῖ δὲ μηχαναῖς ἀγραύλου θηρὸς ὀρεσσιβάτα, λασιαύχενά θ᾽ ἵππον ὀχμάζεται ἀμφὶ λόφον ζυγῶν οὔρειόν τ᾽ ἀκμῆτα ταῦρον. καὶ φθέγμα καὶ ἀνεμόεν φρόνημα καὶἀστυνόμους ὀργὰς ἐδιδάξατο καὶ δυσαύλων πάγων ὑπαίθρεια καὶ δύσομβρα φεύγειν βέλη παντοπόρος: ἄπορος ἐπ᾽ οὐδὲν ἔρχεται τὸ μέλλον: Ἅιδα μόνον φεῦξιν οὐκ ἐπάξεται: νόσων δ᾽ ἀμηχάνων φυγὰς ξυμπέφρασται. τι τὸ μηχανόεν τέχνας ὑπὲρ ἐλπίδ᾽ἔχων τοτὲ μὲν κακόν, ἄλλοτ᾽ ἐπ᾽ ἐσθλὸν ἕρπει, νόμους γεραίρων χθονὸς θεῶν τ᾽ ἔνορκον δίκαν, ὑψίπολις: ἄπολις ὅτῳ τὸ μὴ καλὸν ξύνεστι τόλμας χάριν. μήτ᾽ ἐμοὶ παρέστιος γένοιτο μήτ᾽ ἴσον φρονῶν ὃς τάδ᾽ ἔρδει. ἐς δαιμόνιον τέρας ἀμφινοῶ τόδε: πῶς εἰδὼς ἀντιλογήσω τήνδ᾽ οὐκ εἶναι παῖδ᾽ Ἀντιγόνην. ὦ δύστηνος καὶ δυστήνου πατρὸς Οἰδιπόδα, τί ποτ᾽; —Sophocles, Antigone (Ἀντιγόνη), Chorus (lines 340-380)(441 BCE) 

[Robert Scott Horton]

[feralchaton]

"For fog was merely a cloud that wasn’t too smitten with itself to visit terra firma."

- Jan Karon