desert

Lindsey's prompt: Vulture

Lindsey's prompt: Cactus

Warm and cool winds mixing and blowing over sand ridges. A memory from living on the edge of a desert in Western Australia. Sometimes, walking the early morning the air is still cool in the shade of the trees, but the moment you step out into the sun, it is already hot.

Inspired by the Fremen from Dune. Blizzard white and blue eyes on a face thats been in the grinding desert many years. Painted with Rebelle and Flame Painter

I do generally put pen (or some kind of tool), to paper (or some kind of surface), every day, but I'm really TRYING to do it purposefully in one singular location (journal). Here is a successful attempt from that particular day. I'm also super lazy, which means I never go up to my actual studio and only use what's out on my computer desk.

I do generally put pen (or some kind of tool), to paper (or some kind of surface), every day, but I'm really TRYING to do it purposefully in one singular location (journal). Here is a successful attempt from that particular day. I'm also super lazy, which means I never go up to my actual studio and only use what's out on my computer desk.

I've been nothing but desert scenes lately. Can't get it out of my head.

harlequin pattern with impressions from a trip to the desert

I had $560,000 in Bitcoin saved up to fund my life's passion, an off-grid solar project designed to bring light to rural villages. Years of scrimping, saving, and explaining to skeptical relatives that no, Bitcoin wasn't just for internet gamblers, came down to this. But a slip of the finger almost sent my plans into eternal darkness. Making a final transfer to consolidate my project funds, I had copied the wrong wallet address. It was so quick. One paste, one click, and my stomach dropped faster than a solar panel off a roof. My entire investment vanished into the digital ether. I stared at the screen, waiting for it to grow arms and slap me in the face. When it didn't, I knew I was in trouble. Desperation led me to an energy summit, more for a diversion than anything. But fate has a sense of humor. During networking in a break, I heard a speaker casually mention Salvage Asset Recovery, as one might refer to a weather app, not the digital cavalry. I pounced like a man who'd seen a power outlet in the desert. From that first call, their crew oozed competence and tranquility. They treated my busted transfer like an engineering challenge, not a personal disaster (even though I was seconds away from rechristening the project "Bit coinless in the Dark"). Using advanced blockchain tracing techniques, they mapped the Byzantine trail of transactions. I imagined them in hard hats, working the blockchain like electricians restoring downed power lines. Each update brought hope. Eleven days in, they located the funds. Two days after that, I had it back, every Satoshi. I nearly hugged my solar panel prototype. The Salvage Asset not only recovered my money; they future-proofed me. They walked me through address verification processes, multi-sig security, and how not to let jitters turn your dream into a nightmare. It did not come across as a lecture but more like taking advice from an older brother who went through every tech blunder imaginable. Today, my project is charging forward (pun intended). The first village will soon bask in sustainable power. When they flip that switch, I’ll know it was made possible by hard work, a bit of luck, and the brilliance of Salvage Asset Recovery. Reach out to Salvage Asset Recovery via below, Telegram---@Salvageasset Email--- Salvageassetrecovery@alumni.com

Making original characters is fun. This outfit was made up of weathered clothing and recycled material for a nuclear apocalypse and dangerous desert life. It doesn't look like it'll fit hot climates tho

Desert drive at night oddity

Think of a warm desert. The rolling hills echo the cacti calls. And the earth sees all.

08 JUL 2023

it's a horse...of course!

Minimalistic desert painted using Apple Barrel acrylic paint

This photo is on the deserted planet Tatooine

My son's request for a Dai-kun adventure.

Felicia - Priscilla Queen of the Desert Prismacolor pencil on black paper.

Wild Geese You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves. Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine. Meanwhile the world goes on. Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain are moving across the landscapes, over the prairies and the deep trees, the mountains and the rivers. Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air, are heading home again. Whoever you are, no matter how lonely, the world offers itself to your imagination, calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting— over and over announcing your place in the family of things. Mary Oliver

Don't Lose your HOPE. This is a DIgital Art about Moon in the Desert which shines bright.

Medium : Pen and Ink on Bristol Board Size : 11" x 15" Year completed : 1987 This rendering is part of a collection of illustrations entitled " The Army Years." This rendering remind me of a ride I took on A Army National Guard helicopter,while I was serving in the Air Force- Civil Air Patrol. We were helping them to figure out the safest, and fastest, flight paths between hospitals, for when a patient needs to be air lifted from one hospital to another. I got to rider in one of the sides compartments of the craft, with the side door open ( of course I was strapped in to my seat ) the craft at one point flew with my side parole to the grown, as it made a couple of sharp turn, real fun ride. I served in the Civil Air Patrol for 4 year, one of the benefits, was a lot of flying time. I Severed in the United States Army fore 9 years, 4 years National Guard, and 4 years Regular Army. While in the military , I was a anti tank toe missile crewman, Combat Engineer , and a Field Medic. I served during The Panama War, Desert Shield/ Desert Storm, Police action in Somalia. This picture is entitled " Support Is on The Way." because any field soldier know that helicopter are the main transport vehicle for delivering, supplies, mail, equipment, moving troops back and forth, from the rear to the battlefield. Written by Stephen J. Vattimo

The Caduceus (and Rod of Asclepius) a traditional symbol of healing shown with not just a rod but a Cross, the true symbol of healing. "And as Moses lifted up the serpent in the desert (and the Israelites were healed), so must the Son of man be lifted up:" - John 3:14 #Caduceus, #Rod of Asclepius, #Cross, #Healing, #Wings, #Snakes, #Christian, #Catholic