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where is this from?
I found it via reverse image search, it appears to be by an artist named Mark Ferrari, specifically one of his older works.
You can see it in action here, it’s the “Highland Ruins - Rain” option.
Apparently he’s worked on Lucasfilm games like Loom and the original Monkey Island, so I’ve inadvertently been a fan of his for a long time.
edit: fixed broken link
His color cycled animated pixel art is fantastic. I had his “living worlds” app as wallpaper on my phone for quite a while.
Those are gorgeous, thank you so much for sharing.
He also did an interesting talk on his art if he’s who I think he is
Yeah I just found it https://youtu.be/aMcJ1Jvtef0?feature=shared
TELL US OP, TELL US!
There’s a special bliss from camping in the rain, hiking in the rain, and just standing in the rain.
It’s hard to capture the feeling in words really but I’ll give it a try.
The calming drops dancing their frigid feet on your skin as you spread your arms and turn your face to the sky, washing away your worries with each cold step on your eyelids. The drumming of the rain on the canopy above sauntering into your body, shifting it to the rhythm. Calming bliss flows through your body from the top of your head to the soles of your feet. You are there, right then, alive.
For a little bit, anyone that has hiked longer distances will have bad memories of soggy socks
I hike a lot‡ and yeah soggy socks suck but the level of suckitude isn’t high enough to overshadow the bliss of a rainy hike. But that’s living in the PNW, you either hike in the rain or get used to not hiking for 4 - 6 months out of the year.
‡ I’ve had a fairly tame year in terms of hiking, I’ve only done about 350 miles since January. I should be able to pass 400 before New Years if the chaos of the year levels out a bit but given we’re heading into the holidays, I’m not going to hold my breath.
hell yea
Yes
I had one of these moments. It was with the 2 friends from 3rd grade I could be sad with. I had mostly been sad alone before then, but with them, I felt less so. We were a collection of misfits; people who never could feel totally normal. At the same time, we still wished we weren’t different. Life would be so much easier.
Reminds me of Abigail’s scene from Stardew Valley
