The cones of bear fur lined the cavern ledges. Though they seemed uniform and color sorted, it was quickly apparent why we had heard the noises and rumbles from this place. One by one, we saw, hidden at first but there in the fur, the glowing eyes of these links. Nik Henderson – Fabulous! Loads of…
We shouldn’t need to tell you the reasons to not stare directly at a Solar Eclipse. If you did, you likely wouldn’t be reading this right now. As you might expect, camera sensors and delicate lenses aren’t safe, either. In a series of gorgeous—yet slightly sad—shots, Tennessee-based camera lens rental shop LensRentals shares a number…
A sound came from the crevice. And also a smell. It wasn’t unlike a musty dried grass. But wasn’t like it either. Could all of them have made it to the shed? Too small. Too many. But we hadn’t factored in how they could shapeshift into these links. Laurent Palmier – Ships, ships and more ships.…
Five times we heard the rapping at the gate–a tinny echo, guttural and shrill. We were not sure if it was their claws scraping the steel bars, the sound from their jawless face or both. But when we heard them break through, we decided unequivocally it was time fire these links. Brian Sum – New work from…
The tired, worn hinges held the remaining chunks of a massive, metal door shredded. It’s where the tapping started, echoing down the corridor to an area that sounded much bigger, much bigger indeed. Of course, we knew they were big and with this one able to tear through 20 inches of steel, it had to…
Nuts and Bolts. They seemed to fall like a thin rain. We could hardly tell what they were at first but, sure enough, the puddles of oil magnified the miniature hardware. But every third or fourth one was something different. Something different indeed. And the there were more, until nothing but their gears were grinding…
The glass fell from the skylights as the ships retreated overhead. The assassins were small, but furry and leapt from the aft cargo bay without fear and one mission on their mind – harness the Veggomancer and extract these links. Elana Limkina – Here cross hatching is among the best. These are photos of her…
Featuring the world’s first back-illuminated 35 millimeter full-frame CMOS image sensor, Sony’s α7R II mirrorless camera holds a pretty significant torch next to some of the older players in the camera game. And at $2,900 for just the camera body, it’s priced that way, too. But before the α7R II ever captures an image, it…
It rolled under one, two, three of them. Shocked it broke their defense they waited. Just as they began to put their hands back on their swords, it popped up – a furious little beastie with a small sword of its own, sharpened to the hilt with these links. Thomas Scholes – There’s something about…
The curtains opened. If it wasn’t for the flames, the only light would have been 50,000 watts of hamster-powered light waves hitting our retinas off the strange ball of mirrors. The sounds were a warm, slow roasted lamb shanks of rhythm and funkadelic chord progressions sizzled in the oniony juices of these links. Lorenzo Lanfranconi…
The one notebook you’ll ever need- Rocketbook’s Everlast. At least that’s the claim from the makers of the highly successful Wave: Cloud Connected Microwavable Notebook and The One, a single-use cloud-connected paper tablet. What do all three have in common? The ability to write on paper, using pen and upload those writings and doodles digitally…
You had to press the pedals at the same time to enable the jump jets. No, not the ones by your hand. The ones by your knees. If you grew up doing hip flexors you had an advantage. That, combined with any firepower you could scavenge would get you closer to these links. Stuart Lippincott -…
Bottles of cheap shaving cream lined the shelves, half of them roasted and exploded with a glancing laser. A countertop made with wood and old blades reflecting the glow of its eyes beneath the visor. Slowly sharpening the straight razor on its leather cheek, it jeered at us, then spit out these links. Filip Hodas…
Turned atop a sizzling plateau, dry and vast as the ice tunnels on the sixth moon of the Mizer galaxy, our capsule glided. The aft booster had gone, but we still had four, a sift torpedo, and the grappling beam. Not sure what hit us, but everything pointed to something spraying from the back orifices…
It’s wasn’t that we were so small. It’s that they were so big. Towering over the blades of grass, gripping two sticks to catapult themselves off their one leg, propelling themselves along the dry, winding path. To get to the border, this is what we had to capture, but it was going to take a…
The rows and stands were lined thick with flowered vines, a wind catching their petals from time to time. We would step slowly, but knew the rust on their belts would be heard well before they attacked. Still, we wrapped the bands tight and readied these links. Braxxy – Crashed ships, alien landscapes and plenty…
Back in the days when the wharf was busy and bustling with activity, fishermen going to and fro, preparing their nets, ladies selling their finest hand-crafted eel knives in the marketplace, and the one, Mr. McChumbly, you could always depend on to provide the music heard throughout the day, set to the rhythm of these links.…
As wide as four kegs strapped to the back of a molasses swamp hippopotamus, he trudged atop the thin film of earth wrinkling it between twelve toes at the end of a joint on a single leg. By size and agility, he was no match, but we knew his weakness–the excess intake of sun-scorched coffee…
The metal shavers strolled to and fro, peeling layers, shaving sheets and shifting the metal shells of the outer planets. Their arms, battered and scarred from eons of metals shavings flying against them made their skin more armor-like, unable to be penetrated by the sharp shackles of these links. Gao Zhimin – Delightfully dramatic and…
When you’re running you don’t expect the guttural sound of an ogre. You definitely don’t expect it to stop you in your tracks. I had been running through that park for years, hearing rumors of a horrible, skin-shedding shriek, but I dismissed it until I saw it, heard it, standing there, holding these links. João…
With such a wide variety of camera lenses available to us these days, it’s easy to overlook the details that go into creating each and every precision-engineered “glass.” From the ultra wide-angle 24mm f/1.4L for expansive landscape shots to the behemoth 800mm f/5.6L monsters used to capture high detail from a distance, each and every…
When the missile batteries fired, most were prepared, but some were left scurrying into their houses in a panic. We were ready though – forks in hand, napkins around the neck, and bottles of hot, steaming syrup for everyone. All at once they started falling – pancakes – fluffy as the center of these puffy,…
When the hood was pulled back, the amount of tentacles spilling forth was overwhelming to the eyes–And with each holding a maraca, the sound matched the sight. You ask yourself what to do in a situation like this. That is until you realize you’re the one with the maraca tentacle face, trying to use the…
Five times they turned, each time winding up. The top of the peak was in sight, but to go the rest of the way, they would have to use the wing suits. Now, the idea of a wing suit sounds nice, but once helmet fuses itself with the brainstem, the wingframe is grafted to the…
Long ago, the wrinkled hands of the oarsmen would take the otter tails by the tips and fling them repeatedly towards the front of the boat. A lone traveler watching the rising mound of otters amidst their tails, playing quite gleefully, asked why they were thrown to the front. They replied as if asked before,…
There are those last few steps the closer you get to the edge. They are the steps where you have to summon all your power, the steps where time slows for a bit, the camera pans around you, sound expands and the glint of the sun catches the edge of your sunglasses just before you…
Whether you’re a seasoned pro or a budding amateur looking for a new hobby, knowing how to take great photographs is a skill that will do you no wrong. And with the dizzying array of photography apps available on ever-more-powerful smartphones these days, taking quick snaps at a moment’s notice is becoming second nature. Thankfully,…
The mirror’s depth was infinite, reflecting from the edge of the motored hand. A splinter? No. There were more in the gears, beneath the skin and oils, beneath the circuits. It looked as close as it could, prying, picking, to pluck out all these links. Rudy Siswanto – I simply love Rudy’s style and the…
They fought off the abundance of nibbles. From left and right they came, wearing their customized little hats. Should you try to grab one and put it on your head, your fate was sealed. You would be punished unless, by chance, you were able to make your way through them to what they swore to…
The isolated stare of the bulging eyes shifted around the bottle glass. Tiny though it was, the suit it wore weighed more. Jets on each appendage, fueled by a small nuclear core, explained the hum, the crack, and the flash as it launched to pursue these links. Jordan Grimmer – Floating ruins, crashed ships, and…
The books lined the walls and hallway, some stacked, some shelved, volumes and volumes of pages oiled with time and fingers. We were not supposed to find it there, the vibrating velvet orange volume of verses. Saying it glowed, would be an understatement. Looking at it too long would start you shaking. It wasn’t the…
A new docu-series on design is set to premiere February 10th on Netflix. The title, Abstract: The Art of Design. Now for those of us who like to peek behind the scene or tap into the minds of the creators, the series should be a doozy! As for me, I’m looking forward to seeing the episode…
He was a small man with a light complexion. Always wearing that hat. Always walking down the same street with that cane, and a jug of ice tea and a pocket of change to toss in the 172 fountains he would pass on his day long walk. A day long walk, in search of these…
Grass grew long between the entrails of the building’s walls torn by the blasts and jumpjets from a millennia past. Many went there for the quiet. Others to salvage any metal remains of the defenders. We hadn’t seen any since, but once in a while the ground would quake and you’d try to convince yourself a machine would reveal…
The box flaps were open, but only slightly. The air was silent, but you could see them vibrate. Normally, you don’t look into something with vibrating box flaps. This was one of those times. We would only find out later after regaining consciousness, that millions of tiny toes exploded from the box. Toes, of these…
Once you’re running full-bore with fists extended, there’s no decision left. You may think of stopping, you may even glance from the corner of your eye–this way, that way. But, no. You ARE going to penetrate that wall of orange Jello. You’ll do it, or face the wrath of these links. Tan Zhi Hui -…
They came from his arms. Cannons more like. With such a snow falling, it wasn’t hard to see the mass firing yule logs repeatedly with a yell that deepened and shook the earth as he shot. One after another they hit the edifice. Soon, the wall would crack and we would feast, feast upon these links.…
We barreled down the street, jumpjets and engines spinning pushing dust through the alleyways and sewer grates. There was too little time to escape, adjust footing and fold another clip into the arm canon, but somehow we did it, and in one single action, fired upon the beast with these links. Tolazzi Swann – Concept…
The wraggle bunch of mufflins peeled back the fur from their eyes, peering squint-eyed and tippy toe to see just what strange concoction was in the wooden bucket. The rays had hardly burst over the horizon when they heard a squelch that turned their eye slits wide. For out of the bucket, rose the tentacles…
No one quite knew his age or the powers residing within the metal stump at the end of his arm. The children would say it glows just before a rain and the mouse antler swarms. Others claimed it controlled time through dust particles sifted through our nostrils, and others still, said it had the ultimate…
The chest, arms and legs all opened. Thought it took but two to control, the others were there to be transported from one farm to the next. Sickles and blades in hand, they streamed out, steam bleeding, mixing with the mist, ready to harvest the rooty riggle vooters rising from these links. Jakub Rozalski -…
The dawn splintered through the trees, atop their burrows, and one by one they emerged. Covered in willow roots wrapping them through the centuries, but none the worse for wear, save a patch of fur missing here or there. So we watch from afar, and for days it went on, more emerging, more unwrapping, more…
Aha! He saw the racecar out the corner of his eye. A Toyota that looked more like a tangy gnat than kayak. ‘Enough.’ he a said, ‘If I had Hi-Fi, I could have lived on decaf, faced no devil and eaten in one sitting, a pail of these links. Paul Pepera – A simply delightful…
The promise of distributed manufacturing—when consumer products can be downloaded and manufactured by consumers locally—was always one of the highest hopes for desktop 3D printing. Unfortunately, that didn’t quite pan out. However, that’s not to say that the occasional project comes through that keeps the hope of distributed manufacturing alive. The SLO (Single Lens Objective)…
Ropes from trees where bottles hung, split beams of distant lights lit by the robot hoards. Unconscious they moved, on a single wheel and five arms, low, high, in between broken brick and bones, always hunting, hunting for these links. Mathieu Latour-Duhaime – Lots of lovely complex lines in all sorts of rich environments from…
His face was bone, chiseled and knobby as a bald cypress root. The rain ran between the creases, with the eerie appearance it was pouring forth from his face itself, down onto the trench coat and pistols, all caught and painted in the flashes of light from these links. The Dualyst – The artwork for…
Crackling, layers of grass snapped beneath our toes–All the way to the shore we thought we would never reach. The edge of the sky was behind us, seeming to keep up with the swarm of small, fur-laden creatures–a mat of them spreading across the valley, with the awe-amplifying, juice box convenience of these links. Wojciech…
Loosening the sap strings, he let fly the shard bow sprites. The spores of a million mosslings struck light and made way. Leaping through the branches, he pursued the fury, the roar or the fire spreading throughout the land, from the beast’s chiseled scales, and eyes metal, molten with these links. Gliulian – Far off…
Round and round the box we walked, thumping it ever so lightly now and then, waiting but a moment to hear a returning thump, followed by a short squeal and a puff of dust from the opposite corner. It wasn’t long before we realized, looking around to the corners of the room that we were…
The boatswain sounding his whistle called the ship to arms, and found us a tailwind with the call. It was gaining on us, visible one moment, gone the next. It wasn’t the fire, the rapacious devouring holler or the balls of moss it threw that bothered, but the constant popping of its boiling skin that…
