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Brass. Pierced & chased by hand. An anachronistic blend of ancient Celtic-style comb, with Urness-style deer.
Taken in Neda's garden at our Flickr meetup!
See it LARGE On Black!
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Added to Flickr Explore (interestingness) page of 2 August 2007.
A comb for senior Maiko for summer.
Senior Maiko wear these combs with a big flower Kanzashi during the summer months when they go out to their ozashiki.
Junior Maiko use to wear them during the daytime too, but not in the evening.
I found this beautiful comb at Ikuokaya.
They are not cheap at all, but the combs for autumn and winter are even more expensive.
Ta da! These are slabs of honeycomb full of honey that I cut from the frame I robbed out of Sui's hive. The dark colour of the wax is due to its age, I think.
Assignment: Do a series of [drawings] that show the movement of time.
Documentation of my hair loss in a week.
wood, plywood, hair, glue. 2011.
2714 - I scraped off the caps on the sides of the comb and then mushed it all up together....next I poured this into a strainer and the honey is slowly filtering through into a clean pot. It is so different than store bought honey. It tastes like the wild woods....trees, flowers, sweet and rich.
We got on the wrong train from Middelfart to Ã…rhus and ended up in Lunderskov. We then got on the slow train to Ã…rhus. Two teenage girls were aboard who made their hair styling activities into performance art for the entire car. Loud, working in the aisle and as happily unaware as could be, they fixed each other's hair in a variety of styles and filled the air with hair spray. Of course, during a long, slow journey, I got out the camera and took the occasional snap of scenery flying by and people in the window reflections. When my partner took a comb to her hair I grabbed a shot of both her and one of the happy young hairdressers in action.
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Staccatene un pezzo con le dita, schiacciate la cera contro il palato, lasciate che la lingua anneghi nella senzione di dolce fino a quando non diventa così intensa da trasformarsi in calore...ripetere ad libitum
Where the genertator and turbine was: now a garage without a drive.
The mines worked intermittently throughout the 19th Century and were worked continuously from 1900 to 1920, winning lead, zinc and galena. The dam provided a head for hydro-electricity for the mine and immediate community, and was breached (deliberately) when the community around 'Seldom Seen' at the foot of the beck was connected to the National Grid in the 1950s.
Balda Mess-Baldix, Baltar f4.5 75mm lens; Kodak Portra 400.
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I couldn't find a common name for this one.
While shooting last Sunday I found (a first for me) this one growing on a cut log end. It was in a very dark area and I was shooting hand held so it could have been a better shot. My book says its edible but I will take there word for it. LOL
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