We have a lot of great sunsets here, but the one Tuesday night was off the charts. It started with some unusual shadow play in the eastern sky, but after photographing that I turned around to discover the drama in the west -- including the river-horses of Rivendell, galloping at Arwen's call to save the hobbits after the flight to the ford.
Anke
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Clouds with sunset colors, subtle salmon-pink and orange mixed with grey, that are uncannily shaped like the water-horses in the river from Fellowship of the Rings when Arwen calls the river to sweep away the black riders.
A dramatic sunset. A layer of fluffy clouds is colored intensely salmon-pink, with clouds on the periphery a lighter yellow, then shading to pale pink, then to grey. In the distance are the silhouettes of a mountain range. At the far left are rain clouds and you can see it's raining over there. The foreground is dark, though you can see there are some scattered houses and lots of trees.
Clouds at sunset over a mountain range. There are long shadows coming in from the upper right and lancing down toward the mountains. Some parts of the clouds are grey while other parts are salmon-red.
We have a lot of great sunsets here, but the one Tuesday night was off the charts. It started with some unusual shadow play in the eastern sky, but after photographing that I turned around to discover the drama in the west -- including the river-horses of Rivendell, galloping at Arwen's call to save the hobbits after the flight to the ford.
Clouds with sunset colors, subtle salmon-pink and orange mixed with grey, that are uncannily shaped like the water-horses in the river from Fellowship of the Rings when Arwen calls the river to sweep away the black riders.
A dramatic sunset. A layer of fluffy clouds is colored intensely salmon-pink, with clouds on the periphery a lighter yellow, then shading to pale pink, then to grey. In the distance are the silhouettes of a mountain range. At the far left are rain clouds and you can see it's raining over there. The foreground is dark, though you can see there are some scattered houses and lots of trees.
Clouds at sunset over a mountain range. There are long shadows coming in from the upper right and lancing down toward the mountains. Some parts of the clouds are grey while other parts are salmon-red.
Federico Mena Quintero
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the translation on Wikipedia vs my New Living Internet Translation. 🐴
#chinese #classicalchinese #translation #localization #autism #actuallyautistic #horses
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When the world is graced by people with Horse Autism, then we also have Thousand Mile Horses. Such horses are actually quite common; it’s having enough Horse Autism to recognize them that’s rare. Hence, though a horse may be an S-Rank pull, it is humiliated at the hands of a filthy casual, dying in a stable without ever being recognized as a horse that can run a thousand miles. Such a horse needs to eat a metric fuckton of grain, but the guy feeding horses couldn’t recognize what he has on his hands without a metric fuckton of help. Hence this horse, though it has such enormous potential, never eats its fill, never unlocks its true power, it never gets a chance to shine and it gets assigned scrub tier on the Horse Leaderboards; who’d look for top talent in the bronze league? You whip it wantonly, you don’t feed it enough to reach its potential, it cries out to you and you just crack the whip again, grumbling “there ain’t a damn decent horse on this earth;” is it really the horse, or is it your neurotypical ass?
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The Tang dynasty poet Han Yu (768–824) wrote a well-known fable about Bole and qianlima.
Only when an era has a man like Po-le are there thousand-li horses. Thousand-li horses are common, but Po-les, on the other hand, are rare. Thus even though there may be famous horses, they only become abused under the hand of the man to whom they are enslaved, and they die in the stables—never having been recognized as thousand-li horses. Thousand-li horses at times consume a whole dan [approximately 60 kg] of grain in one feeding. If the one who feeds them does so without knowing they are capable of a thousand-li, then even though they may have the ability to go so far, they, having not eaten their fill, are lacking in strength, and their talent and beauty are not apparent. Moreover, if one wanted to rank them with regular horses, they would not make the grade. How then could they be asked to have the ability of going a thousand li? They are whipped inappropriately and fed in such a way that they cannot fulfil their innate talents. Yet when they cry out, they cannot be understood. With whip in hand the man approaches them and says, "There are not any good horses in the empire." Alas! Is it that there are really no good horses or is it perhaps that there is no one who really understands horses?
the translation on Wikipedia vs my New Living Internet Translation. 🐴
#chinese #classicalchinese #translation #localization #autism #actuallyautistic #horses
(long text warning)
When the world is graced by people with Horse Autism, then we also have Thousand Mile Horses. Such horses are actually quite common; it’s having enough Horse Autism to recognize them that’s rare. Hence, though a horse may be an S-Rank pull, it is humiliated at the hands of a filthy casual, dying in a stable without ever being recognized as a horse that can run a thousand miles. Such a horse needs to eat a metric fuckton of grain, but the guy feeding horses couldn’t recognize what he has on his hands without a metric fuckton of help. Hence this horse, though it has such enormous potential, never eats its fill, never unlocks its true power, it never gets a chance to shine and it gets assigned scrub tier on the Horse Leaderboards; who’d look for top talent in the bronze league? You whip it wantonly, you don’t feed it enough to reach its potential, it cries out to you and you just crack the whip again, grumbling “there ain’t a damn decent horse on this earth;” is it really the horse, or is it your neurotypical ass?
(long text warning)
The Tang dynasty poet Han Yu (768–824) wrote a well-known fable about Bole and qianlima.
Only when an era has a man like Po-le are there thousand-li horses. Thousand-li horses are common, but Po-les, on the other hand, are rare. Thus even though there may be famous horses, they only become abused under the hand of the man to whom they are enslaved, and they die in the stables—never having been recognized as thousand-li horses. Thousand-li horses at times consume a whole dan [approximately 60 kg] of grain in one feeding. If the one who feeds them does so without knowing they are capable of a thousand-li, then even though they may have the ability to go so far, they, having not eaten their fill, are lacking in strength, and their talent and beauty are not apparent. Moreover, if one wanted to rank them with regular horses, they would not make the grade. How then could they be asked to have the ability of going a thousand li? They are whipped inappropriately and fed in such a way that they cannot fulfil their innate talents. Yet when they cry out, they cannot be understood. With whip in hand the man approaches them and says, "There are not any good horses in the empire." Alas! Is it that there are really no good horses or is it perhaps that there is no one who really understands horses?
Michael Grinder
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