#wingspread

[franklloydwrightfan]

Tiers of light. #franklloydwright #architecture #architecturephotography #wingspread #racine #wisconsin #wrightinwisconsin #scjohnsonafamilycompany #johnsonwax #herbertfjohnsonhouse #flwsites #wrightsites #fllw #houses #interiordesign #brick (at Wingspread) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cm6i16NLcBK/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#franklloydwright #architecture #architecturephotography #wingspread #racine #wisconsin #wrightinwisconsin #scjohnsonafamilycompany #johnsonwax #herbertfjohnsonhouse #flwsites #wrightsites #fllw #houses #interiordesign #brick

[lynxmuse]

Wingspread by FLW

#architecture #building #creating space #design #house #home #wingspread #frank lloyd wright

[frenchcurious]

Frank Lloyd Wright,  Wingspread House 1939, Racine, Wisconsin, USA. - source Mary Tampakopoulou..

#frank lloyd wright #racine #wisconsin #wingspread house

[germanpostwarmodern]

Wingspread/Johnson House (1937) in Wind Point, WI, USA, by Frank Lloyd Wright

#1930s #house #organic architecture #architecture #usa #architektur #frank lloyd wright

[dduane]

While doing some work on what will be the new version of the "welcome" slide on the front page of DD dot com—to which image a lot of pertinent things will be added in the next little while—there's been time for some casual consideration of the perennial question: "What's the protocol on horizontal separation when doing parallel final approach to a two-or-more-active-runway airport with a Middle Kingdoms universe-native dragon?"

Hasai there is formated* with / flying chase on a transiting 747** of KLM's fleet—what the heck, what's one more monarchy among friends? Nobody in Arlene or Darthene airspace would so much as blink an eye—and is about 300 feet off its port wingtip, if I'm any judge of such things.**

...Yet the former pilot currently rummaging around in the kitchen—already being familiar with the specs on the Dragon's wingspread—said suddenly, "I'd really rather one or the other of us was on the next runway beyond the currently empty one. Because what airport's that on the other side of those mountains?"

...Not a question I'd considered, frankly. But bearing in mind how this particular set of streams sometimes crosses—

—the odds are better than even that the airport on the far side (at least sometimes) is KLAX.

So if we pull LAX's Jeppesen plate...

...Hmm. They're as plain as they need to be about the runway lengths, all right, but they're not real forthcoming on how far apart the 6/24 and 7/25 pairs are. (Finally I had to sneak over to Google Maps and try to eyeball the separation, and it looks like about 150-200m on each pair to me.)

"And are the Santa Anas blowing when we land?" the voice mutters. "You know, where you get gusts up to 80 sometimes? And my wingspan's two hundred and twenty feet and change, and his is five hundred and twenty? Mmm, no. He can have 6L/24R all to himself and I'll be coming in on one of the 7s with the rest of the heavies, which he is not one of, thank you very much. And I thought you were going to make tea...?"

(eyeroll) You see what I put up with. Anyway, now I need to go do something about the upholstery on the terrace, and find a flowerpot big enough for passing alien visitors to root in...

*Not a misspelling, but a form of the pilot-speak term "formate": to be in, get into, or maintain a formation with. As in "The Red Arrows showed up formated in their signature 'diamond-nine' configuration."

**Many thanks to @rikraft for pointing out my equipment problem! And yeah, the replacement/genuine 747 has some bizarre bullshit going on with its engine cowlings: the polygons of the basic .obj file are showing through. I'll be having a word with the object maker when I have two spare minutes to rub together... :)

#digital art #Middle Kingdoms meta #flying meta #and general futzing around #also #Young Wizards meta #if only glancingly

[firstfullmoon]

Watching you sleep a thing you do so well no shove no push on the sliding face of sleep as on the deep a sea bird of a grand wingspread trusts what it knows and I who rumple crumple and mash (snore) amble and ankle about wide awake, wanting to fold, loving to watch sleep embodied in you my warm machine that draws me back to bed and you who turn all toward me to love and seduce me back to sleep “You said 9:30, now it’s 10”: you just don’t seem to care cold coffee (sugar, no milk) about time: you never do, never get roiled the way I do “Should I nag  you or shut up? If you say, I will” always be glad to return to that warm turning to me in that tenderest moment of my nights, and more, my days.

— James Schuyler, “Watching you,” in Collected Poems

#that tenderest moment of my nights and more my days #w #poetry #james schuyler #the earth was made for lovers #the precious intimacy of little things

[zoomar]

It was the owl, the horned owl, with a wingspread of four feet.

#owl #horned owl #chimmney #who

[loudwhispershologram]

Bald Eagles

Some interesting facts about Bald Eagles:

There are about 60 species of Eagles. Most of these are native to tropical regions, particularly in Africa and Asia. Only two species, the Bald Eagle and Golden Eagle, are native to the continental United States and Canada. The Bald Eagle is the more widespread of the two in the United States. This large, predatory bird is found throughout the world, except in Antarctica and where people have killed them off or destroyed their habitat.

The Bald Eagle, chosen as the United States of America’s national bird in 1782, symbolizes courage, freedom and power.

Bald Eagles are usually careful to stay away from danger, thus, they try to stay away from humans. They have become more accustomed to people over the past 30 years however, because of our own expansion into their territory. So when trying to locate Bald Eagles, the best thing to do is to start by spotting their nests.

Nests of Bald Eagles are called aeries. They usually build their aeries in the tops of tall trees that are near water, and some even nest on cliffs. Bald Eagles tend to use the same aeries every year, but they may have more than one, alternating from one year to the next. These nests are very large (up to 10 feet across and 15 feet deep), built from twigs and sticks, and lined with fresh leaves while they’re using it. When they use the same aerie year after year, they build on to it (just like humans do with their homes!). So, the larger the aerie you find, the older the dwelling.

Bald Eagles don’t migrate in the sense that Robins and Bluebirds do. They only travel as far as they have to, in order to find food. This is particularly true of adult Bald Eagles with established territories. Adults will stay in their territory (roughly 1 – 6 square miles) year round as long as there is open water nearby where they can hunt. Should a severe winter limit the food supply, Bald Eagles will move as far south as necessary to find open water and suitable feeding grounds.

The male Bald Eagle hunts only during the day, and many times will hunt with another male. Their main food is fish. If fish isn’t available, they will attack and eat water birds, occasionally catching birds in the air with spectacular aerial maneuvering. They will also capture mammals, and sometimes eat carrion (decaying flesh).

Some interesting facts about Bald Eagles:

Bald Eagles are not really bald. The head is covered with white feathers. The tail is also white. A young Bald Eagle is dark brown and has scattered light markings.

The Bald Eagle’s eyes are located on the side of its head; however, it can see straight ahead.

Female Bald Eagles are generally larger than males. Wingspreads range from about 4 to 8 feet (1.2 to 2.4 meters). Most Eagles weigh about 7 to 12 pounds (3.2 to 5.4 kilograms), but some weigh as much as 20 pounds (9.1 kilograms).

Bald Eagles rarely attack except when cornered. A few species of Eagles may attack when defending their nests and young.

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#barbie #taylor swift #the mandalorian #the owl house #yellowjackets #bald eagle

[cutiebabie]

i’m superstitious.

so when i see owls, i get an eerie feeling. like something bad is about to happen. in my culture, we’re told that owls that come to visit are a bad omen someone has sent your way and you’re supposed to tell them to go away. this owl can bring bad luck and even death.

sometimes, i randomly see a photo of an owl on here (inevitable sometimes given how many people i follow) but it’ll make me feel so horrible that i exit the app.

last year, i was on twitter and came across a picture of a white owl someone captured with a full wingspread over the tops of some skeletal trees. i fell asleep that night and dreamt of that owl and woke up and told my mom about how awful it made me feel. later that day, my dad comes home from work and he mentions that they’re working in a church (he’s a construction worker) and that the craziest thing happened because a white owl flew into the church and was lost, flapping around and trying to flee and my dad actually managed to grab it and release it outside. i remember just looking at my mom and feeling a pit in my stomach.

i told my dad about the picture and about the dream i had afterwards and i showed him the picture and he studied it and said it was eerie how similar the owls looked.

a few days later, on thanksgiving, our pet dog charlie refused to eat suddenly and had grown lethargic almost overnight and so we took him to the emergency vet where we were told he had cancer in his belly that was so advanced in its stage that not even chemo would save him. they said he had maybe a month left to live. we had to make the difficult decision to put him down.

i’ll never forget that because i’ve also been told death comes in threes, never alone. after charlie’s sudden death, we lost two more family members within that week. i still think about my dad grabbing that white owl and the bad misfortune that followed my family right after.

#personal #owls #idk if this means anything to anyone else but ill never forget that

[overmorrowpine]

i have acquired: wof oc pair

[image ID: two digital reference sheets, each showing one dragon. each has a full-body shot of the dragon, facing left, and a wingspread.

the first dragon is a white-blue icewing/seawing hybrid, with icewing head and tail spikes, seawing bioluminescent markings, and ripped-up seawing webbing along his back. his webbing is turquoise and his belly is dark teal. he has four visible scars, all of them right-pawed claw marks. his wings are turquoise with the icy blue fading at the edges of the membrane, and subtle pale spotting. a patch of pale blue and darker blue with the patches demonstrates that they glow in the dark, labeled day/night. the background is a subtly dappled greyish pale teal, and there is writing by his tail and over his back.

transcription of the writing reads: Hollow/Thaw

he/him

- IceWing/SeaWing

- frostbreath

- raised outside the IceWing circles

- left his mom Immediately (she sucks)

the second dragon is a light blue rainwing, with dark purple legs, feet, back, face, and tailtip, white underbelly and horns, and periwinkle blue/purple accents on her back scales, toes, and underbelly line. she has an orange flower behind her ear, and her ruff is the same color orange. she has large white spots down her neck, sides, tail, and legs. her wings have dark purple phalanges and light blue membrane, with the edges of them fading to white, and moderate white spotting. her left wing is ruined, with the third-from-left membrane segment completely eaten away, and smaller holes missing in the second and fourth segments. her right wing is unhurt.

the writing on her sheet reads: Mahogany

she/her

- RainWing

- previously a healer

- raised in the rainforest

end ID]

backstory for them both beneath the cut

content warnings for thaw's backstory: child abuse, egg death.

content warnings for mahogany's backstory: ableism.

thaw was the product of the fact that wof dragons don't have birth control, and his mom had a fling with a seawing that washed up. her name was permafrost, and his dad was named tempest. he never met his dad though.

when she realized she was with egg, she was pissed, and smashed all but one of them in a fit of rage. when the lone surviving egg hatched, she named him hollow.

hollow had a really shitty childhood. permafrost didn't want him and made that abundantly clear, and as she had left the circles years before, he grew up with her as pretty much his only dragon interaction. she also hated that fact that he was clearly a hybrid, and tried to stifle his seawing side.

when he was eight years old (so, i guess, maybe 19? 20? in people years) he went "fuck it" and left, settling in a border town full of hybrids where he didn't really stand out too much. he renamed himself thaw and quickly gained a reputation for being a protector of abused dragons, albeit a Really Grumpy one. we'll come back to 11 year old thaw in a minute.

mahogany was just a regular ol rainwing in the rainforest, and trained to be a healer. she was an adult, maybe 12 years old, when glory challenged for queen of rainwings, and she helped with the kidnapped rainwings that were rescued from the nightwing island. one of them woke up, middle of a panic attack, and spat venom at her in panic. she flung up her wing to protect her face, but it burned through a lot of her wing before a relative of the panicking rainwing managed to stop it.

afterwards, she tried to continue being a healer, but all the other rainwings just looked at her with such pity that she couldn't stand it, so she left. she ended up in the same border town as thaw, and helped out an established healer.

enter: panicked traumatized young dragon with a broken wingbone. they ran to thaw, who brought them to the same healer's place as mahogany was helping with, and she was instantly enamored with this prickly dragon guarding the patient and making sure they knew they were safe.

she ran into him again in the market a few days later, and asked him on a date. he (arospec, traumatized) was like "uh no but we can hang out?" and so they did. eventually they got like, super close, and mahogany moved in with him.

tada :D

#sundrops #my art #wings of fire #wings of fire oc #wof #thaw & mahogany

[franklloydwrightfan]

Closing out Thanksgiving week with dining at Wingspread. #franklloydwright #architecture #architecturephotography #wingspread #racine #wisconsin #wrightinwisconsin #prairiestyle #johnsonwax #scjohnson #flwsites #wrightsites #fllw #houses #interiordesign (at Wingspread) https://www.instagram.com/p/ClbJl7BLKRw/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#franklloydwright #architecture #architecturephotography #wingspread #racine #wisconsin #wrightinwisconsin #prairiestyle #johnsonwax #scjohnson #flwsites #wrightsites #fllw #houses #interiordesign

[iwillberunningfromdemons]

Finally, I rose and, with a sigh of exasperation, went to tap on the door. Perhaps I had misunderstood. "Lord Golden. Did you wish me to wait here?"

"Yes. No." Then, in a very uncertain voice, "Would you come in here, please? But first make sure the corridor door is well bolted."

It was. I rattled it to be sure and then opened the door of his room. The room was dim, the windows shuttered. Several candles illuminated Lord Golden standing with his back to me. He wore a sheet from his bed like a cape. He glanced at me over his shoulder and someone I had never met looked out of those golden eyes. When I was three steps into the room, he said quietly, "Stand there, please."

With one hand, he lifted his hair up and out of the way to bare the nape of his neck. The sheet fell away from his naked back, but his free hand continued to clutch it to his chest. I gasped and took an inadvertent step closer. He flinched away but then stood his ground. In a small shaky voice, he asked, "The Narcheska's tattoos. Were they like these?"

"May I come closer?" I managed to say. I didn't really need to. If his tattoos were not identical to hers, then they were at least extremely similar. He nodded jerkily, and I took another step into the room. He did not look at me but stared off into a dim corner. The room was not cold, but he was shivering. The exotic needling began at the nape of his neck and covered every part of his back before vanishing beneath the waistband of his leggings. The twining serpents and wingspread dragons sprawled in exquisite detail over his smooth golden back. The shining colors had a metallic gleam to them, as if gold and silver had been forced under his skin to illuminate them. Every claw and scale, every shining tooth and flashing eye, was perfect. "They are very alike," I managed to say at last. "Save that yours lie flat to your skin. One of hers, the largest serpent, stood swollen from her back as if inflamed. And it seemed to cause her great pain."

He drew in a shuddering breath. His teeth were near to chattering as he observed bitterly, "Well. Just when I thought there was no way she could increase her cruelty, she finds one. That poor, poor child."

"Do yours hurt?" I asked cautiously.

He shook his head, still without looking at me. Some of his hair fell free of his grasp to brush across his shoulders. "No. Not now. But the application of them was extremely painful. And of great duration. They held me very still, for hours at a time. They apologized and tried to comfort me as they did it. That only made it worse, that people who otherwise treated me with such love and regard could do that to me. They were meticulously careful to needle them in just as she instructed them. It is a horrible thing to do to a child. Hold him still and hurt him. Any child." He rocked slightly, his shoulders hunched. His voice was distant.

Golden Fool, by Robin Hobb (Tawny Man Trilogy #2)

#this scene is so intimate #too intimate #rote reread #golden fool #robin hobb #tawny man trilogy #rote #realm of the elderlings #realm of the elderings #fitzchivalry farseer #tom badgerlock #beloved #the fool #lord golden #fitzloved #fitz x beloved #fitz x the fool #book quotes #fantasy books #fantasy literature #books #books and literature #books and reading

[suicideandcheese]

instar

say you learned the sun goes off to die, you might think so will you. so don't, not ever, nor does it. bleed through black like invisible horizons until the stars themselves think you're too far gone that reveals of gods are best left explanations of the depths you've delved, our deaths but a ritual, yours but an actual, transcendence evolved into the forgotten memory of futures past. as such, otherworldly dimensionals seek your simplicity that is breath, outstanding in its nature, albeit only nature. you nurture yours and take it in, long, and at last, for once. better than any scripture ever written or read, or drug entranced instead. you, of butterflies organic, wingspread, deathfully full. for once. all the alcohol, ever tempting heavens, desireful of less.

#poetry #poem #poets #writing #free verse #spilled ink #poets on tumblr #mothman #chrysalis #stream of consciousness

[vintageviewmaster]

Caption: GREAT HORNED OWL

Booklet Description: 7. GREAT HORNED OWL The Terror of the Night, the Tiger of the Air, this powerful Owl is two feet long and has a wingspread of 60 inches. Unlike other birds, the Owl's eyes both face forward giving it stereoscopic vision like Man. The pupils open to a great width to take in as much as possible of the weak night light. The Owl's deep penetrating hoot, repated [sic] 5 to 7 times spreads nameless fears through the night air. Where Hawks swoop down on its prey with noisy, whirring wings, the Owl makes the same deadly descent in perfect silence for its feathers are trimmed with sound-deadening down. Like most birds of prey, it seizes and kills its victims with its strong, grappling-hook talons, and, if not too large, swallows it whole disgorging the hair and bones later in the form of pellets. It feeds on rabbits, rats, game birds, occasionally disposes of a domestic cat or hen, will drive eagles from their nests, and, of all the killer birds, the Owl is the only one who will kill and dine on the skunk whose "secret weapon" seems not to disturb it.

Brand: View-Master Packet Title: Wild Birds of North America Reel Title: Wild Birds of North America Reel Subtitle: In Natural Habitat - II Reel Number: 895-B Reel Edition: N/A Image Number: 7 Date: 1955

#owl #wild birds #viewmaster #view-master #895

[myarchitectphil]

At MY Architecture, we believe that our work oscillates between two modes: classically modern, with an emphasis on the timeless, and modern classical, a fresh take on tradition. So we like great classic buildings as well as great classic cars. Here are black and white photos that emphasize the timelessness of some great classic modern buildings: FLlW's Wingspread, Kahn's Jatiyo Sangsad Bhaban, Saarinen's TWA terminal. And to conclude, a photo of Eero himself at work on the model!

#Frank Lloyd Wright #Louis Kahn #Eero Saarinen #Black and White

[skullkxd]

Talk about Lady of Destruction.

“Lady of destruction!!”

At the sound of her name, a pokeball on their belt wiggles, and out pops their togetic ! She seems to have grown even bigger now — she’s towering at four and a half feet tall, not including the wingspread. She’s practically as tall as Ree is!

“Lady came to me as an abandoned egg a while back. I took care of her until she hatched and she got real attached to me. She even kept me company at the hospital after I got hurt, and when she evolved — man! She was so — ready to take on everyone with me. It’s like she could match my energy no matter what.”

Lady chirps in agreement, it seems. Ree smiles wider.

“I lent her out to Red when — uhm — there was this emergency — and she contracted pokerus during it. That’s when she started getting bigger, and now — uh, I haven’t checked her levels in a while but she’s probably around the seventies? She’s about as strong as Handsome Jack is.”

Lady twirls excitedly. Ree laughs.

“I never expected her to be my partner, but I’m really glad she is.”

#gcd fcrsaken #;; answered #THEY LOVE LADY SO MUCH !!!