Helicopter Inside Firework - Pilot Nearly Crashes!

POV chaos inside the cockpit as midnight fireworks explode inches away. Ultra-real, AI-generated thrill ride.

#HelicopterPOV #FireworksFail #NearCrash #PilotLife #AIVideo #Veo3 #UltraRealistic #NewYearsNight

Aren't SmartPhone cameras amazing? #BlueSky at #NightSky #Droitwich #Worcestershire #NewYearsNight #Astrophotography #Pixel6

Новый год к нам мчится…

Countdown to the New Year.

#happynewyear #countdown #watercolorillustration #art #illustration #newyearsnight #artist #illustrations #drawing
#Santa #illustration_daily #illustrated #illustrationartist
#новыйгод #иллюстрация
#новыйгодкнаммчится #дедмороз

Plain text followed by a Mari Lwyd illustration. The text reads: Mari Lwyd, Horse of Frost, Star-horse, and White Horse of the Sea, is carried to us. The Dead return. Those Exiles carry her, they who seem holy and have put on corruption, they who seem corrupt and have put on holiness. They strain against the door. They strain towards the fire which fosters and warms the Living. The Living, who have cast them out, from their own fear, from their own fear of themselves, into the outer loneliness of death, rejected them, and cast them out for ever: The Living cringe and warm themselves at the fire, shrinking from that loneliness, that singleness of heart. The Living are defended by the rich warmth of the flames which keeps that loneliness out. Terrified, they hear the Dead tapping at the panes; then they rise up, armed with the warmth of firelight, and the condition of scorn. It is New Year’s Night. Midnight is burning like a taper. In an hour, in less than an hour, it will be blown out. It is the moment of conscience. The living moment. The dead moment. Listen.

Always on this day we read the "Ballad of the #MariLwyd" by Vernon Watkins. It says "midnight…" so we'd wait until then, but given BSky's multiple time zones, we felt a need to share it a bit earlier. 💀🐴🕛 #newyearsnight #skullhorse #darkness #deadreturn #folklore