#snowblindness

[artbymucha]

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[zoethehead]

so I remember reading this book about the Yeti and Bigfoot, there was this story of this explorer getting lost in a snowstorm, he ends up weak and ends up being saved and nursed back to health by a yeti, I forgot what book it was, i read it back in middle school btw.

it wasn't TinTin btw, it was a book about encounters with the Yeti/Bigfoot

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this was i think of the encounters graphic novel series(not it's real name, i forgor what it was called), the one i remember quite well though out of that series is the alien abductions one, but from what i read, there was also a bigfoot & yeti one

[macuilsung]

@snowblindness​ liked for a lyric starter (CLOSED!):

Result: “Invitation to Freedom” by Lyn, from Persona Q2: New Cinema Labyrinth

“We are more than some bored teenagers, yeah?”

While this necropolis may dig deep into the Oghma Mountains underneath the monastery, make no mistake, ye foolish enough to enter here: you are not in Garreg Mach anymore. Per the treaty with the Church of Seiros, however Abyssians decide to manage their affairs is left up to them.

Forwin spent a lifetime in music knowing how to notice cues with a trained ear. Broken patterns of noise betraying mere coincidence. The lithest of disturbances in otherwise pristine silence. Sounds that did not mesh with dripping still water and the odd gust of dead air. These became clearer to him with the odd sudden stops he made while venturing down the catacombs.

Footsteps.

He was being followed.

Whether it was for himself or someone using him to reach Abyss, the Ashen Wolf could not tell, but it was enough to make his heart race and his hairs stand on end. Calling out into the dimly lit darkness of the tunnels just now did little to assuage his fears; that his stalker chose not to identify themselves only served to ascertain his fears and fuelled his paranoia. A monastery student or a fellow Abyssian would have given themselves away by now.

So, he willed power to surge at his fingertips, and with it, confidence to dim his anxiety. With a sharp spin on his heel, the lutist turned and took aim at the corner he just came from with an outstretched palm. A sharp blast of Wind was cast upon the bricks which caved immediately upon impact, kicking up age-old stone and dust alike to flush out his pursuer.

“Bad luck. Underestimating us was your worst choice.”

They can consider that his final warning.

[713807]

Photokeratitis - Wikipedia

photokeratitis caused by exposure to sunlight reflected from ice and snow, particularly at elevation, is commonly called snow blindness.[3] It can also occur due to using tanning beds without proper eyewear. Natural sources include bright sunlight reflected from snow or ice or, less commonly, from sea or sand.[4] Fresh snow reflects about 80% of the UV radiation compared to a dry, sandy beach (15%) or sea foam (25%). This is especially a problem in polar regions and at high altitudes,[3] as with every thousand feet (approximately 305 meters) of elevation (above sea level), the intensity of UV rays increases by four percent.

[survivalguideus]

THE INVISIBLE WINTER THREAT

Let’s face it: Without your eyes, you are going to be in a world of hurt in a survival situation. If you can’t see—or see well—your ability to hunt, gather water, make shelter and fire, and defend yourself will be severely limited, if not impossible. If you are in this type of situation, you are already at a disadvantage. Damage to your eyes will make it worse.

[all-about-the-tea-parties]

I realise now how ignorant and awful this must sound but I feel like I need to get this out. I never knew that Rob Scheinder was white. I always thought he was Latino. Probably because of the fact that he always played a person of colour in any Adam Sandler movie he was in. And I never questioned it because of that reason - and because I never knew his actual name. It never really mattered to me. He was a small character and was usually quite crude and unappealing. And now I fucking realise why. Like OH MY GOD I feel sickened. My skin feels icky and I can't explain how awful I feel to not have noticed this sooner. I apologise for my snowblindness and will tell you this: it cements whitewashing and racism in Hollywood much, much more for me.

[sexdrugstucknroll]

snowblind

Snowblindness is when you've been outside in the bright whiteness of snow so long that your pupils become specks, and when you go inside everything is a dark, blinking purple and you can't see.  It used to happen to me a lot at recess in elementary school in Middleburg, New York.

Today I was writing in a coffee shop window and the November sunlight on the white page in front of me made me snowblind.  I was in Oregon though, so no one would know what that means.  It never really snows here.

I wonder if they know here that you can hear so falling.  If you listen closely over the vast, muffled, white landscape, it's a quiet, steady "sssstttt" like white noise but sharper. I haven't really seen or heard snow in two years and I'm not unaffected by it.

In December 2007, she was mad at me. I was stoned and it hurt but I didn't understand any of it. I walked through knee-deep snow to the bridge over the Wallkill. The snow had made level the bridge and the sidewalk and the guardrails.  I walked to the very edge, where the snow rounded off over the frozen river and I sat down and I cried.

The snow was falling in big, fat flakes. My clothes and my scarf were cotton but the fluffy snow around me felt dry and cool for a long time.  I was so stoned and I didn't understand any of it but it hurt so much.  The Wallkill was flowing cold and fast under the ice, dark and exposed at the edges.  It was frightening, how easy it would be to fall. I sat there until I couldn't cry anymore.  I don't remember walking home.

"A snowy afternoon, I don't think it's too soon, To spend the day together," she wrote months later.  I remember that day by the Wallkill too.  There was a frozen puddle outside the coffee shop. We held each other's arms and skated on it.  I remember looking down onto her green Converse, just barely touching my own shoes.  The snow was falling aimlessly, occasionally, cold white dust. It took its time in getting to the ground. Moved quickly in long, circuitous routes around us standing there.

I found myself snowblind today.  I'm in Oregon though, they don't know the brightness or the sound, they don't know snow like I do. It still happens though, snowblindness, but no one knows that's what its called. But I know, I remember.  With all the brightness, I can't see anything around me. I can't see anything but snow.