#small figure

Trying out turning characters into little felted things. I really love themmmmm https://artfight.net/attack/7187332.just-a-lil-guy

Hey ;) Here is something new I made yesterday It’s small Kerbal figure :3 I did not expect the 3D printer to make the smol details that are on the model also it looks much bigger in the 3D program then in real life :D I was planning to give him a helmet but I was too lazy :D maybe next time Anyway stay tuned for more stuff! For now enjoy this little fella ;) Wish you a nice day ;) Also happy pride month!!!

via WIRED

Day 7 - Lobuche I’ve arrived in my guesthouse Oxygen Altitude. A feat I wasn’t sure i’d actually manage. 2 nights with only 2 - 4 hours sleep. 4900m high. My body aches. My lungs are constantly waiting for the next coughing fit to attack them. —- Everest Marathon day. The hike began with a constant stream of marathon runners rushing past. Just when I thought i’d reached the end of my tether these people would run past reminding me what the human body is capable of. If they can run 42km’s from base camp to Naamche then I can hike for a few hours! —-The day included yet another gruelling ascent. (Surprising really, that hiking a mountain includes so many uphills) We were hiking between two mountains above a valley where the wind was whipping through, buffeting us as we climbed. Please remember how small I am. Strong winds are not my friend. I distinctly remember being 9 or 10 and running outside in a very large coat, being picked up by a strong wind and feared I would never return to earth. (Perhaps one day i’ll turn this ordeal into a childs book) The memory of this stuck with me as I scrambled up the mountains. Perched precariously on rocks waiting for a train of yaks to pass and watching admiringly as the porters did the same ascent with triple the weight on there backs. The key to tackling these ascents is to avoid looking up. Look just ahead and slowly put one foot in front of the other. Continue this until you reach the top. Don’t think how far it is to go. A watched pot never boils as my Nan used to say. A watched summit never gets any closer. Instead look below you and admire how far you’ve come. Take in the magnificent view, reminding you why you’re subjecting yourself to so much pain. Pat yourself on the back for how amazing you are for even attempting it and then keep on climbing. Ignore the hikers who are descending and say helpful comments like ‘ooph, you’ve still got a long way to go’ ‘i’m not going to lie, it’s a tough hike’ Internally you sarcastically answer ‘Oh really? I didn’t notice. My eyes stopped worked years ago’, but externally you smile and nod as if there words helped you. But then an older gentleman walks by and says ‘good job!’ and you can give him a genuine smile. Finally you reach the top and look down at the small town below you. You admire how far you’ve come, but also admiring how long it took you to ascend such a short amount. It’s here that you get a proper reminder of how many people die on this mountain. Stupa’s are erected as memorials everywhere you look. American’s like Scott Fisher, Indians, Europeans. First time submitters and old hacks who’d done it so many times they probably thought they were invincible (as we all do I guess) Everest has it’s way of constantly keeping my own mortality at the forefront of my mind. With the constant hum of helicopters flying overhead, never knowing if it’s a scenic flight or a rescue operation. With news coming in that a flight crashed in Lukla, killing two people and injuring one. The news that 2 people died at Gorak Shep, the town I was heading to in 2 days. 4 bodies where found at camp 4 (2000m’s higher than i’d be heading, but still) Or just constantly meeting people who are suffering severe altitude sickness and heading back down, or know someone who did. Not to mention all the documentaries and films you watch on the hike about the everest disasters.We took a moment to respect the people who didn’t make it back down this path, made a mental promise to my mother to pay attention to my body and not continue with signs of altitude sickness. (Mum probably would have considered my cough bad enough and the fact I hadn’t slept enough as reason enough to head back. But since when do we travellers listen to our mothers!) The hike continued and we hit the desolation area. A world of white, grey and black. The only colour coming from the trekkers garishly bright clothing. And the blue North face bags from the base camp pack down piled onto the backs of the yaks heading back down the hill. The wind whips through the valley. We scramble over rocks, we catch sight of a glacier completely covered by grey boulders. The snow capped peaks constantly appearing and disappearing behind the clouds. The air is dry and harsh. A reminder that this place is not designed for life. We reach Lobuche. I’m so tired I can hardly string two sentences together. My eyes are drooping and I retire early hoping I’m finally tired enough to sleep. Don’t hold your breath like I did. I tossed and turned until 5am again, managing to snatch 2 hours after i’d given up all hope. 4900m is not an ideal spot to try and get your 8 hours.