#watersource

[thesilicontribesman]

St. Cybi's Ancient Well, nr. Pwllheli, Wales

#stcybiswell #well #ancientwell #watersource #ancient culture #ancient living #stonework #wales #sacred space #nature #natural features #landscape

[revivalofthoughts]

Flavour

Once it touched my tongue, I flinched. “Must be the minerals.” I thought With my face pinched. Rolling it in my mouth I wondered about its source. Freshness in it aplenty So I let it run its course. A moment of relief Sets my tired body to rest. On second thought, “Please get me a bottled water instead.”

#poetryisnotdead #poetsofindia #poetrycommunity #poetrylovers #poetry #creativewriting #change #life #water #drinkingwater #minerals #taste #flavour #flavor #watersource #bottledwater #packagedwater #bisleri #behavior #revival #thoughts #poetsontumblr #poetry on tumblr #poets on tumblr #indian poets #revivalofthoughts

[junafard]

#street_photography #photo by #juna_fard ® @juna.fard always help, never hurt'. truth, right action, peace, freedom, justice, love, solidarity, fraternity. "no to the violence #sorgented'acqua #minimalismoemfoco #uominiblack #paesaggionotturno #patrimoniostoricoculturale #watersource #minimalism_life #diearchitekture #landscapearchitecture #bnwlife #bwphotography #historicalheritagesite #instablackandwhite #biancoenerophoto⚫️⚪️ #wasserquelle #minimalismus #architecturephotography #landschaftsarchitektur #historischeserbe #schwarzundweissfotografie #sourced'eau #minimalisme_gallery #architecturephotography #paysagedefrance #heritagehistorique #noiretblanche #fuentedeagua #enblancoynegro🖤 https://www.instagram.com/p/Ck05-gaLzPD/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#street_photography #photo #juna_fard #sorgented #minimalismoemfoco #uominiblack #paesaggionotturno #patrimoniostoricoculturale #watersource #minimalism_life #diearchitekture #landscapearchitecture #bnwlife #bwphotography #historicalheritagesite #instablackandwhite #biancoenerophoto⚫️⚪️ #wasserquelle #minimalismus #architecturephotography #landschaftsarchitektur #historischeserbe #schwarzundweissfotografie #sourced #minimalisme_gallery #paysagedefrance #heritagehistorique #noiretblanche #fuentedeagua #enblancoynegro🖤

[nonbinary-nature-lover-jeri]

Scenes From My Walk - Interpretive Sign on the El Camino Real Hiking Trail AKA Santa Fe River Trail The Source Of The River Explained - it is a bit strange to be writing “water”and “river” when the channel is completely dry. #ScenesFromMyWalk #WaterSource #ElCaminoRealHikingTrail #SantaFeRiverTrail #SantaFeParks #TrailsInSantaFe (at The Santa Fe River Walk) https://www.instagram.com/p/CkxBt1sNxlq/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#scenesfrommywalk #watersource #elcaminorealhikingtrail #santaferivertrail #santafeparks #trailsinsantafe

[macmatt78]

The importance of water takes on a whole new meaning at this time of the year around the world especially in places as hot as in the Sahara Desert. Traditional water well system collecting water shown here by a Berber local 🏜 🥵 #morocco🇲🇦 #peopleofinstagram #worldportraits #natgeotravel #desertpeople #berberpeople #watersource #photojournalism (at Sahara Desert,North Africa) https://www.instagram.com/p/CfhD_0-qHbo/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#morocco🇲🇦 #peopleofinstagram #worldportraits #natgeotravel #desertpeople #berberpeople #watersource #photojournalism

[origami-trust]

full of dinner (it was a Frog)

#they got to eat a fish a few nights ago too #nearby watersource seems to be a good hunting area

[morefloor23]

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[miamihpheatpump]

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#Geothermal Heat Pump Manufacturers & Suppliers USA: Watersource Heat Pump

[miamihp2020]

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[lockeralfonso]

Musim panas. Benar-benar panas. Dan menemukan air di gurung hampir mustahil. Botol kami tak berisi. Tapi kita tidak bisa menunggu mereka untuk mengisi di sumber air yang mungkin tidak ada pada saat kita mencapainya. Jadi kami menggali pasir lebih dalam di sungai. Dan kemudian muncul setetes air selama beberapa jam itu menjadi jernih di lubang kecil yang kami buat dan akhirnya botol kosong terisi penuh. #lockeralfonso #pendakigunung #hiking #watersources #water https://www.instagram.com/p/ClGGb0fPAID/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#lockeralfonso #pendakigunung #hiking #watersources #water

[themamaps]

List of Countries by Improved Water Source (% of Population With Access) Access to an improved water source refers to the percentage of the population using an improved drinking water source. #gis #themamaps #worldmaps #water #hidrology #watersources #africa #thirst #drought #life #human #asia #sahara #desert #forest #climatechange #climate #precipitation https://www.instagram.com/p/Ce59WoHIISi/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#gis #themamaps #worldmaps #water #hidrology #watersources #africa #thirst #drought #life #human #asia #sahara #desert #forest #climatechange #climate #precipitation

[ant1quarian]

The Withers can disguise themselves?? Very cool!

This is a silly idea, but do you think it would take a second for their partner to recognise them in disguise? Like their partner sees them and is like "Oh, hi. I haven't seen you before." Before double taking and realising it was them.

Or like, they are fighting a bunch of skeletons and another one joins and starts helping and they almost too confused to keep fighting.

Very fun to think about! :]

Oh it would absolutely take their partner to recognise them- considering most of them can do the whole "witherborn-to-human-eque-creature" transformation.

. . . When they've been summoned initially in the overworld, at least.

Those who can transform are incredibly limited in their abilities until they shift back. So if they shift back, then they have to be very careful of any watersource around.

I bet you some of the boys will act as if they've never met you, either, for the reasoning of pranks.

#They're gremlins #Very much gremlins #Arian's Asks #Withertale #Witherborn #Arian's Witherborn

[ilargizuri]

Just tried to explain to 2 People that Magic starts to leave the World of Ice and Fire, because one of the Characters in these books, a character that actually knew magic for hundert of years, says so.

But talking with them was like talking with the Wall. "Magic just Starts to coming back, why should it vanish at the End of the Books?"

I mean granted they are not wrong, but let us say only the magic of the children of the forest vanishes, which created the desert in Dorne, the same in the neck and possibly the White Walkers.

The Magic that is still used in Asshai was probably used in that Gem Stone Empire with the Bloodstone emperor as the last Ruler, which probably resulted by some way in the long Night, which happened during the same time as the creation of the White Walkers. After the White walkers were defeated and fled to the Lands of always Winter, the creation of Dragons happened in the Lands of always Summer, which also resulted in some very desert like Lands, that remind me of Egypt so not very fertile and depending on Watersources like Rivers to create food (remember the Plot in ADWD) Despite being near a big Volcanic Explosion and volcanic Earth is one of the most fertile in the World!

So they think Green Magic vanishes with the Children of the forest, Ice Magic must be destroyed to safe the World but Fire magic and blood magic should stay?

Personally to me that sounds very dark, because at some point that magic will be used by someone like the bloodstone Emperor or the Pyromancers in Valyria or the Children of the Forest, big sacrifices will be made to create very powerful magic with very catastropic outcomes.

Leaf is right, Magic has no place in the World created by Mankind, it will ultimately vanish. GRRM has a lot of Red Herrings in his Books, like the Marriage-Plans of LF for Sansa, but this is not one of them. He just literally told us through a minor Character that Magic will cease to exist.

#asoiaf #asoiaf thoughts #my thoughts

[man-and-atom]

The fact that Norway is located so far north places a considerable demand for domestic heat. In the very old days, firewood and peat were the sources of heat, but now wood is too valuable a raw material to be burned, some waste excepted.

F Vogt, Director General, Norwegian Watersource and Electricity Board

Energy Consumption in Norway, in Peaceful Uses of Atomic Energy

#geneva 1955 #split atoms not wood #atomic power to the people

[sliptohk]

Prompt #7: Pawn

((I’ve been toying with an idea for a new character.))

Among the scorching, windswept dunes of the Thanalan desert lay the unassuming mouth of a cave. Unseen save by only the most eagle-eyed of traveler as the entrance was covered by a heavy curtain of dense material, woven with the sands that skittered and shifted under the foot of those that visited the unwelcoming land. Without an oasis to draw in visitors only those unfortunate enough to find themselves lost, or caught following a trail that swiftly vanished in a swirl of wind, ever chanced upon the area.

The edge was stolen from the heat once one passed beyond that barrier, though never gone as it sank into the stones and left a lingering weight upon the hyur tribe that dwelled within. But that mouth soon turned into a deeper cavern, slowly twisting its way into the bowels of the earth where they made their homes in buildings carved from the rock, all clustered around a deep well that nourished the community. Even the depths were not immune to the heat. On the hottest days the surface of that watersource shimmered. Long accustomed to it, they paid no mind as they went about their normal routines.

The clash and clatter of weapons sounded as they viciously came together time and again with weapons of wood, bone, and metal. A cacophony that bounced against the walls, though it did little to distract others who worked carefully to mix a variety of concoctions. Potions. Explosives. Poisons. All manner of creation they deemed useful to their goal. Yet others worked with ropes and thread, woven for incredible resilience and the finest of wires with the strength to tear through flesh and bone. It seemed a place preparing for war, not some simple village tucked away into a secret corner of the star.

Set high in the walls was a solitary home, the walls about it carved into the likeness of a vulture and a narrow pathway hammered into the stone to allow a treacherous approach. One few made unless called.

"Granddaughter."

The lone denizen of that home sat back comfortably in a chair made of bone, draped in many hides of beasts both native and foreign with a single attendant by her side. Dozens of trophies on display, bits of bone and small trinkets woven into the colorful fabric of her flowing garments. Few signs of age were on her, with hair a deep black and face bereft of scars from man or the march of time. Paler than most, it was hardly a surprise to Shezrah given how little time the woman actually spent out of the dark.

"Grandmother." Even as it drew a look of disapproval from the wiry man beside her, his features so commonplace as to almost cause her gaze to slide past, the young woman still flashed her ancestor a toothy grin.

It was returned with a more reserved curve of the lip, "Its time for a journey, blood of my blood."

The woman leaned forward, the endless depths of eyes dark enough to seem wholly black drawing Shezrah in as she met them. As all the members of her family did when before that weighty regard. Breathing shifted, matching that of the seated elder as the conscious mind drifted back. Unblinking eyes fixed on each other as several moments passed to deepen that hold. For most it would have felt invasive, some nefarious means of arresting the will of others. It was. Yet for them, it was right and good.

"Go out among these lands, Shezrah. Find a line worthy of our ire. A threat capable of ending us all. Wreak havoc in our name and sow mayhem that cannot be ignored. Give us cause to shed blood once more."

Each word laced itself through her mind, none of them a suggestion as they wove themselves in as a deepseated imperative. The waking mind would recall the commands, but the deepest fibers of her resonated with them. A desperate need to bring them to fruition that soon had her drawing in trembling breaths with that sense of urgency to be away as soon as the opportunity presented itself.

"Draw your blade, apprentice. Speak your words."

A scrape of bared steel announced that longblade singing free of its sheath, a joyous call to be put to use. Holding it with both hands, the woman turned it to eye her own reflection in metal polished to a mirror shine. Large, dilated pupils staring back at her that nearly swallowed the brown shade of her own irises entirely. With long practice, the words spilled forth as she freshly wove her own commands into herself. Not nearly so potent as those of Grandmother, but few things were.

"You are unbreakable! Unbeatable! Nothing can touch you! Nothing can stop you! You do not bleed! You do not tire! There is no pain!" Each word bolstered her confidence, an almost fanatic gleam in her eye as she could feel the strength that simply holding her weapon so close imparted upon her.

Glancing up into those dark pits once more, she practically vibrated in place. Eager to be away and unleash whatever she needed to draw a worthy entity into conflict with her people. After all, who could stop her? Who could stand against her? A short nod broke her free, as their leader gave their ascent. With a whoop of excitement that drew another sour look from that assistant, Shezrah tore out of the home and leapt down that dangerous ascent several steps at a time. She was barely out of earshot when he finally spoke, his tone modulated and nearly as unnotable as the rest of him.

"Of all to send, can her judgement be trusted, Mother?"

With a dismissive wave, the older woman leaned to one side of her seat, "It hardly matters, Coenred. She is the least of us. Let her dash herself against the might of some greater foe and we will claim vendetta. Any body to turn our blades upon so our kin do not turn on each other in their restlessness. Blood is blood, even a weak thread shall tide us over until a proper hunt can be found."

Unsatisfied with the thought of some lesser hunt, he still chose to remain silent. After all, he was not the will of the tribe. How and when one of their own would be chosen for sacrifice was not his decision to make.

#FFXIVWrite2022 #FFXIVWrite #Shezrah Abadi

[jhara-ivez]

The fact that I nearly choked on a piece of basil just now (which is btw still stubbornly clinging to the back of my mouth) made me realize some things: In case I suddenly die I want someone to play Stella Splendens. If there is no money to pay some bagpipers people can just hum it. That’s cool too. And then, instead of roses and all that shit that destroys the watersources of some countries, please throw basil and rosemary and nice smelling stuff into that grave. Although If I’m honest, a grave is somewhat tacky. Just throw my ashes into the sea and then that’s cool. And the herbs. Don’t forget to throw the herbs. People don’t even need to be all together to do that. Just the next time one gets to the sea throw in some herbs. And collect some seashells and enjoy the salty air. I think I like that. I’m one salty stew.

#thoughts of a dying man