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I wanted to share it tomorrow, but I couldn't wait.
I had the idea for months, but for some reason I never took the photo until now. This was taken at 6AM and I was actually dying from sleep. Usually I don't mind getting up early (it's more, I always get up early, even on weekends, which can be quiet annoying) but precisely that day I stayed until 2AM reading.
This is my street. Cunit doeesn't have a lot of inhabitants, but it's pretty big because they are almost all houses and not blocks of flats. So it has lots of streets too. But this is the most beautiful I've seen so far. You can't see it in the photo, but at the end there are three or four very tall pines that creates a natural arch. It's like passing through some kind of gate.
I don't know if some of neighbours saw me, but I prefer not to know. It would have been funny to see me in pyjamas, barefoot, holding a pillow and standing in the middle of the street.
I hope they won't start treating me like a mentally ill person....
The idea is far from original, but I wanted to contribute with mine too. Sopranosflight recent blue hour photos probably pushed me to finally take the picture.
So excited to discover this spectacular fish in the Mediterranean whilst snorkelling. As I approached it spread its "wings", which are semi-transparent, and produced a phosphorescent bright light then blue colouration undulating through the spines and around the edge. These are designed to scare away predators, but they don't enable the fish to glide in the air as do the fins of flying fish
Mamma, they won't let me out
They tumble and fight
And they're beautiful
Please, this must be viewed large on black.
“The steeper the mountain, the harder the climb, the better the view from the finishing line.”
「山愈陡峭，攀登就愈困難，在終點線的視野也愈好。」
Phosphorescent \ Song for Zula
Acrylic and phosphorescent paint on recycled tea-dyed canvas, constructed and embellished with glass seed beads.
Took this high perched shot of my beloved Rivière Rouge
Phosphorescent deciduous greens sprinled with darked toned conifers
Arundel,
Quebec
Canada
May 21 2018
Summertime ( though in Spring ;-) )
Aaron Neville
pour la chapelle St Vincent de Grignan
par Ann Veronica Janssens 2011
expo VITRAUX D'ARTISTES, abbaye de Fontevraud
Anjou, Val de Loire
août/octobre 2020
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Phosphorescence from plankton showing clearly as the tide came over the footpath at Brancaster Staithe this evening. Something I've struggled to capture until tonight. :)
JOUONS AVEC LES LUMIÈRES ET LA PEINTURE PHOSPHORESCENTE.
Passage piétonnier sous le pont du Mont-Blanc.
15 jours d'exposition lumineuse "Geneva Lux 2022" sur les quais de Genève et dans la ville.
LET'S PLAY WITH LIGHTS AND PHOSPHORESCENT PAINT.
Pedestrian passage under the Mont Blanc bridge.
The steel rose and the lights...
15 days of light exhibition "Geneva Lux 2022" on the quays of Geneva and in the city.
"Merlin" © Symeon Nostrakis
UV blacklight fluorescent & glow in the dark phosphorescent postcard
printed from a detail of my original large scale backdrop painting
Tripleview Art ™ posters, postcards, t-shirts, hoodies, backdrops:
3 distinct views and colour effects in 1 picture! (3-in-1)
- bright colours in normal light
- fluorescent in UV / black light
- phosphorescent glow in the dark
*Echo CVXXXV *
The approach of the moon
Compress my chest
And the great tides
Raise my heart. .
Phosphorescent night,
The cat's eyes light up
From the thick silence,
One almost can smell the odor .
.
And this magic box
Deeply in my heart,
This fairy heart
Who does not open ...
.
These telluric hours
Where I do not explode,
This critical point
That I do not reach ... .
My cold envelope ... .
Tired of epic fights
That I lead against me,
At the Amnestic Days
Where I do not belong to myself.
.
My cold envelope ... .
by Thomas Horvat.
For original French and Spanish click on the link:
From the underground steel cage fight matches at Silent Sam's, Ripjaws prepares for combat!
Ripjaws shares a number of traits with Earth's aquatic life, such as an alligator, an eel, a leech, an anglerfish, and a shark. He can change between a fishtail with triangular lines or legs at will and has a phosphorescent light on his head.
In the Original Series, Ripjaws' body was mostly grey and he had four-fingered hands. He wore the original Omnitrix symbol on a black patch over his left pectoral.
In Back with a Vengeance, Ripjaws wore a yellow raincoat.
In Ultimate Alien, Ripjaws had a catfish-like face, green eyes with black pupils, chest plates similar to Humungosaur, three-fingered hands, a green lure, and green lips. His tail was colored grey like his skin and his fins were a darker shade of green than in the Original Series. He wore the Ultimatrix symbol on his chest.
In the Ultimate Alien intro, Ripjaws looked almost the same as in the series proper except his tail was black, reflecting his appearance in the Original Series. His lips were also colored black and his lure was white.
In Heroes United, Ripjaws looked mostly the same as in Ultimate Alien except one of his eyes was pink due to a coloring error.
In Omniverse, 16-year-old Ripjaws mostly resembles his original appearance, except that his eyes are green. He now has arm and neck braces. His antenna light is green. He has a big fin on his back. The fins on his arms are longer and he is now hunched back. His claws are black, and his tail is bigger and drags behind him. He now has a belt in place of the strap that holds the Omnitrix symbol on it.
11-year-old Ripjaws appears almost exactly the same as he did in the Original Series, except his eyes and the Omnitrix symbol on his left upper torso are recolored green.
Kevin's Ripjaws looked the exact same as Ben's did in the Original Series, but without an Omnitrix symbol. His black patch was also on his right upper torso.
Powers and Abilities
Ripjaws' large jaws and sharp teeth are his most deadly weapon, being able to shred even metal from submarines. He also possesses sharp claws that can damage metal and mountains.
Ripjaws can unhinge his jaws, allowing him to fit a mass supply of objects in his mouth.
Ripjaws displays the distinctive feature of turning his legs into a fish's tail and vice-versa, giving him a merman-like appearance. While outside the water environment, he displays a loincloth with a similar pattern to his tail (implying the loincloth wraps around his legs, fusing with it and becoming the tail).
Ripjaws can breathe underwater and swim at high speeds with amazing agility. He has great endurance and can withstand strong water pressure, meaning he possesses the nature of abyssal aquatic life, hence his blank eyes and the phosphorescent lure on his forehead.
Using his ability to swim at high speeds, Ripjaws can swim fast enough to create a vortex underwater.
Ripjaws has enhanced strength, being able to easily punch a hole in a dock,[7][10] tear a door of the Perplexahedron open,[11] slam a power armor scuba suit into the ground hard enough to rock a nearby shipwreck, lasso an anchor,[8] and hold his own against Vulkanus while underwater.
Ripjaws is rather durable, as shown when he was able to withstand being thrown against Sheelane's ship.
Ripjaws can leap much farther than a regular human.
Much like an ordinary anglerfish, Ripjaws' lure can serve as a light in dark areas. His eyes also glow.
Weaknesses
Ripjaws' greatest weakness is that he cannot stay on land for too long. If Ripjaws wants to stay on land, he would require water or cool temperatures to keep him from dehydrating. If he doesn't have water while on land, he could die. Exposure to extreme heat will cause Ripjaws to dehydrate quickly.
Ripjaws can be immobilized by ice, such as the ice breath of an Evolved Necrofriggian, as demonstrated with several Piscciss Volann guards.
Ripjaws is vulnerable to electricity.
History
Ripjaws first appeared in The Krakken, where he helped the Krakken defeat Jonah Melville and retrieve her eggs.
In Last Laugh, Ripjaws defeated some crooks.
In Secrets, Ripjaws suffered from dehydration on Mt. Rushmore and was nearly caught by Vilgax before the malfunctioning Omnitrix turned him into XLR8.
Also, Ripjaws appeared as one of the many alien templates used for Vilgax's army in an imaginary sequence.
In Truth, Ripjaws defeated a Havoc Beast and met Phil.
In The Big Tick, Ripjaws failed to defeat the Great One.
In Framed, Gwen mentioned Ripjaws was used by Kevin to terrorize Chicago, Illinois.
In They Lurk Below, Ripjaws battled some Cyber Squids.
In Back with a Vengeance, Ripjaws saved a drowning man before switching into Stinkfly to fly him to safety.
In Divided We Stand, Ripjaws went surfing and ended up scaring some tourists away from the beach.
In Ben 4 Good Buddy, Ripjaws fought the Road Crew and broke into Lawrence Wainright's RV to find water.
In Sleepaway Camper, Ripjaws slept at the bottom of a lake to avoid Max's snoring.
In Deep, Ripjaws was unlocked off-screen when the Ultimatrix scanned some Piscciss Volann.
In Perplexahedron, Ripjaws broke himself and Kevin out of a room filled with water.
In Ben 10/Generator Rex: Heroes United, Ripjaws appeared as one of the many aliens when Ben was explaining his story to Rex.
In Gone Fishin', Ripjaws did some unsuccessful fishing.
Later, Ripjaws went swimming with Magister Patelliday and battled two Mechaneers.
In The Ballad of Mr. Baumann, Ripjaws defeated Vulkanus.
In A New Dawn, Ripjaws appeared for a short time when Ben was cycling through his aliens.
In Gwen 10, Gwen used Ripjaws off-screen to catch some fish.
In Snow Blind, Ripjaws defeated Frostbyte.
In Fear Itself, Ripjaws extinguished fire, that blocked the exit.
In A Villain a Day, Ripjaws failed defeating Ricky Mechanic as Hy-Voltage.
In Swimming with Sharks, Ripjaws defeated Mermaid's guards.
In Aqua Nut Ripjaws stopped Dr. Undertow's mind-controlled dolphins.
In Alien Data Files: Ripjaws, Ripjaws was used in the footage.
In the 1st and 2nd issue of Ben 10, Ripjaws chased Lorelai.
Then in the 3rd issue, Ripjaws stopped Ssserpent's guards.
In What Lies Ben-eath, Ripjaws tried to defeat the Shadow Monster.
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A year of the shows and performers of the Bijou Planks Theater.
Ben 10
Sumo Slammers
Ripjaws
2006, Bandai
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Explore 4/5/09 #83
FUGIT INREPARABILE TEMPUS (It escapes, irretrievable time)
Project presented at the 2015 Fermilab Art Show, "Where Science Inspires Art."
A 30-second exposure in a dark room, using the green light from a phosphorescent watch, slowly zooming out, with the subject off center. Digitally cropped, enhanced local contrast, and split-toned with sepia tints.
Isn't God a great artist? Thanks for looking.
Exposed roots along a walking path in Fall River Park, Greenville, SC. The tree seemed to be quite healthy. I believe it's a beech.
More detail with larger sizes.
GustavoG (see comment below) suggested that I manipulate this photo. I have, more or less, followed his suggestion, which I thank him for! The result is
here. I am especially grateful, because both of them made the Flickr Explore pages.
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In other parts, the whole of the immediately surrounding foliage was illuminated by the interwoven dances in the air of splendidly coloured fire-flies, which sped hither and thither, turned, twisted, crossed, and recrossed, entwining every complexity of intervolved motion. Here and there, whole mighty trees glowed with an emitted phosphorescent light. You could trace the very course of the great roots in the earth by the faint light that came through; and every twig, and every vein on every leaf was a streak of pale fire. - George MacDonald, Phantastes, Chapter 4 (public domain).
Due to my holiday, I had little time this week for making a decent shot of a light trail. Therefore, I got the idea to follow the long hand of my watch during ten minutes. Great plan, but I got a cramped finger keeping the shutter open in bulb mode.
52 weeks of 2015 - Week 31 - Light Trail/Long Exposure
Parce que rien ne vaut des mots, une belle histoire qui nous entraîne, et qu'en plus, je suis une petite fille d'après Claude :-)
Je vous laisse vous envoler...
" Vous voyez cette plume ?
Eh bien, c'est une plume...d'ange.
Mais rassurez vous, je ne vous demande pas de me croire, je ne vous le demande plus.
Pourtant, écoutez encore une fois, une dernière fois, mon histoire.
Une nuit, je faisais un rêve désopilant quand je fus réveillé par un frisson de l'air.
J'ouvre les yeux, que vois-je ?
Dans l'obscurité de la chambre, des myriades d'étincelles...Elles s'en allaient rejoindre, par tourbillonnements magnétiques, un point situé devant mon lit.
Rapidement, de l'accumulation de ces flocons aimantés, phosphorescents, un corps se constituait.
Quand les derniers flocons eurent terminé leur course, un ange était là, devant moi, un ange réglementaire avec les grandes ailes de lait.
Comme une flèche d'un carquois, de son épaule il tire une plume, il me la tend et il me dit :
" C'est une plume d'ange. Je te la donne. Montre-la autour de toi.
Qu'un seul humain te croie et ce monde malheureux s'ouvrira au monde de la joie.
Qu'un seul humain te croie avec ta plume d'ange.
Adieu et souviens toi : la foi est plus belle que Dieu. "
Et l'ange disparut laissant la plume entre mes doigts.
Dans le noir, je restai longtemps, illuminé, grelottant d'extase, lissant la plume, la respirant.
En ce temps là, je vivais pour les seins somptueux d'une passion néfaste.
J'allume, je la réveille :
" Mon amour, mon amour, regarde cette plume...C'est une plume d'ange! Oui ! un ange était là... Il vient de me la donner...Oh ma chérie, tu me sais incapable de mensonge, de plaisanterie scabreuse... Mon amour, mon amour, il faut que tu me croies, et tu vas voir... le monde ! "
La belle, le visage obscurci de cheveux, d'araignées de sommeil, me répondit:
" Fous moi la paix... Je voudrais dormir...Et cesse de fumer ton satané Népal ! "
Elle me tourne le dos et merde !
Au petit matin, parmi les nègres des poubelles et les premiers pigeons, je filai chez mon ami le plus sûr.
Je montrai ma plume à l'Afrique, aux poubelles, et bien sûr, aux pigeons qui me firent des roues, des roucoulements de considération admirative.
Je sonne.
Voici mon ami André.
Posément, avec précision, je vidai mon sac biblique, mon oreiller céleste :
" Tu m'entends bien, André, qu'on me prenne au sérieux et l'humanité tout entière s'arrache de son orbite de malédiction guerroyante et funeste. À dégager ! Finies la souffrance, la sottise. La joie, la lumière débarquent ! "
André se massait pensivement la tempe, il me fit un sourire ému, m'entraîna dans la cuisine et devant un café, m'expliqua que moi, sensible, moi, enclin au mysticisme sauvage, moi devais reconsidérer cette apparition.
Le repos... L'air de la campagne... Avec les oiseaux précisément, les vrais !
Je me retrouvai dans la rue grondante, tenaillant la plume dans ma poche.
Que dire ? Que faire ?
" Monsieur l'agent, regardez, c'est une plume d'ange."
Il me croit !
Aussitôt les tonitruants troupeaux de bagnoles déjà hargneuses s'aplatissent. Des hommes radieux en sortent, auréolés de leurs volants et s'embrassent en sanglotant.
Soyons sérieux !
Je marchais, je marchais, dévorant les visages. Celui ci ? La petite dame ?
Et soudain l'idée m'envahit, évidente, éclatante... Abandonnons les hommes ! Adressons-nous aux enfants ! Eux seuls savent que la foi est plus belle que Dieu.
Les enfants...Oui, mais lequel ?
Je marchais toujours, je marchais encore. Je ne regardais plus la gueule des passants hagards, mais, en moi, des guirlandes de visages d'enfants, mes chéris, mes féeriques, mes crédules me souriaient.
Je marchais, je volais... Le vent de mes pas feuilletait Paris...Pages de pierres, de bitume, de pavés maintenant.
Ceux de la rue Saint-Vincent... Les escaliers de Montmartre. Je monte, je descends et me fige devant une école, rue du Mont-Cenis.
Quelques femmes attendaient la sortie des gosses. Faussement paternel, j'attends, moi aussi.
Les voilà.
Ils débouchent de la maternelle par fraîches bouffées, par bouillonnements bariolés. Mon regard papillonne de frimousses en minois, quêtant une révélation.
Sur le seuil de l'école, une petite fille s'est arrêtée. Dans la vive lumière d'avril, elle cligne ses petits yeux de jais, un peu bridés, un peu chinois et se les frotte vigoureusement.
Puis elle reprend son cartable orange, tout rebondi de mathématiques modernes.
Alors j'ai suivi la boule brune et bouclée de sa tête, gravissant derrière elle les escaliers de la Butte.
À quelque cent mètres elle pénétra dans un immeuble.
Longtemps, je suis resté là, me caressant les dents avec le bec de ma plume.
Le lendemain je revins à la sortie de l'école et le surlendemain et les jours qui suivirent.
Elle s'appelait Fanny. Mais je ne me décidais pas à l'aborder. Et si je lui faisais peur avec ma bouche sèche, ma sueur sacrée, ma pâleur mortelle, vitale ?
Alors, qu'est-ce que je fais ? Je me tue ? Je l'avale, ma plume ? Je la plante dans le cul somptueux de ma passion néfaste ?
Et puis un jeudi, je me suis dit : je lui dis.
Les poumons du printemps exhalaient leur première haleine de peste paradisiaque.
J'ai précipité mon pas, j'ai tendu ma main vers la tête frisée... Au moment où j'allais l'atteindre, sur ma propre épaule, une pesante main s'est abattue.
Je me retourne, ils étaient deux, ils empestaient le barreau
" Suivez nous ".
Le commissariat.
Vous connaissez les commissariats ?
Les flics qui tapent le carton dans de la gauloise, du sandwich...
Une couche de tabac, une couche de passage à tabac.
Le commissaire était bon enfant, il ne roulait pas les mécaniques, il roulait les r :
" Asseyez vous. Il me semble déjà vous avoir vu quelque part, vous.
Alors comme ça, on suit les petites filles ?
Quitte à passer pour un détraqué, je vais vous expliquer, monsieur, la véritable raison qui m'a fait m'approcher de cette enfant.
Je sors ma plume et j'y vais de mon couplet nocturne et miraculeux.
- Fanny, j'en suis certain, m'aurait cru. Les assassins, les polices, notre séculaire tennis de coups durs, tout ça, c'était fini, envolé !
Voyons l'objet, me dit le commissaire.
D'entre mes doigts tremblants il saisit la plume sainte et la fait techniquement rouler devant un sourcil bonhomme.
- C'est de l'oie, ça... me dit il, je m'y connais, je suis du Périgord
Monsieur, ce n'est pas de l'oie, c'est de l'ange, vous dis je !
Calmez vous ! Calmez vous ! Mais vous avouerez tout de même qu'une telle affirmation exige d'être appuyée par un minimum d'enquête, à défaut de preuve.
Vous allez patienter un instant. On va s'occuper de vous. Gentiment, hein ? gentiment. "
On s'est occupé de moi, gentiment.
Entre deux électrochocs, je me balade dans le parc de la clinique psychiatrique où l'on m'héberge depuis un mois.
Parmi les divers siphonnés qui s'ébattent ou s'abattent sur les aimables gazons, il est un être qui me fascine. C'est un vieil homme, très beau, il se tient toujours immobile dans une allée du parc devant un cèdre du Liban. Parfois, il étend lentement les bras et semble psalmodier un texte secret, sacré.
J'ai fini par m'approcher de lui, par lui adresser la parole.
Aujourd'hui, nous sommes amis. C'est un type surprenant, un savant, un poète.
Vous dire qu'il sait tout, a tout appris, senti, perçu, percé, c'est peu dire.
De sa barbe massive, un peu verte, aux poils épais et tordus, le verbe sort, calme et fruité, abreuvant un récit où toutes les mystiques, les métaphysiques, les philosophies s'unissent, se rassemblent pour se ressembler dans le puits étoilé de sa mémoire.
Dans ce puits de jouvence intellectuelle, sot, je descends, seau débordant de l'eau fraîche et limpide de l'intelligence alliée à l'amour, je remonte.
Parfois il me contemple en souriant. Des plis de sa robe de bure, il sort des noix, de grosses noix qu'il brise d'un seul coup dans sa paume, crac ! pour me les offrir.
Un jour où il me parle d'ornithologie comparée entre Olivier Messiaen et Charlie Parker, je ne l'écoute plus.
Un grand silence se fait en moi.
Mais cet homme dont l'ange t'a parlé, cet homme introuvable qui peut croire à ta plume, eh bien, oui, c'est lui, il est là, devant toi !
Sans hésiter, je sors la plume.
Les yeux mordorés lancent une étincelle.
Il examine la plume avec une acuité qui me fait frémir de la tête aux pieds.
" Quel magnifique spécimen de plume d'ange vous avez là, mon ami.
Alors vous me croyez ? vous le savez !
Bien sûr, je vous crois. Le tuyau légèrement cannelé, la nacrure des barbes, on ne peut s'y méprendre.
Je puis même ajouter qu'il s'agit d'une penne d'Angelus Maliciosus.
Mais alors ! Puisqu'il est dit qu'un homme me croyant, le monde est sauvé...
Je vous arrête, ami. Je ne suis pas un homme.
Vous n'êtes pas un homme ?
Nullement, je suis un noyer.
Vous vous êtes noyé ?
Non. Je suis un noyer. L'arbre. Je suis un arbre. "
Il y eut un frisson de l'air.
Se détachant de la cime du grand cèdre, un oiseau est venu se poser sur l'épaule du vieillard et je crus reconnaître, miniaturisé, l'ange malicieux qui m'avait visité.
Tous les trois, l'oiseau, le vieil homme et moi, nous avons ri, nous avons ri longtemps, longtemps...
Le fou rire, quoi ! "
(Claude Nougaro)
Phosfluorescent lamp made from spare test tubes, hardwood dowels, copper pipe, screen molding and veneer. Electronics: 18 AWG speaker wire, LM317T voltage regulator and a 51 ohm resistor. Driven by 4x 380nm LEDs at 25mA. This lamp also has a power switch on the back.
Shown in dim light with LEDs off after having been on for a few minutes.
These animals have not changed in millions of years and so suited to living in the mud of deep water
FOV: 5" wide.
Zinc chloride from pennies and calcium chloride from limestone (digested by muriatic acid) was combined with sulfur, NaCl and 3 drops of MnSO4 sol. This was melted with a MAP gas torch.
Contains:
ZnS:Cu (FL Green >UVabc)
ZnS:Mn (FL Orange >UVab)
CaS ?
Shown under UVc light.
Key:
WL = White light (halogen + LED)
FL = Fluoresces
PHOS = Phosphorescent
BL = 450nm (blue),
UVa = 368nm (LW), UVb = 311nm (MW), UVc = 254nm (SW)
'>' = "stimulated by:", '!' = "bright", '~' = "dim"
4Nov2015
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18 Watt Triple Output UV lamp from Polman Minerals - Way Too Cool UV lamps
My entire glow-in-the-dark BA collection, minus an ammo chain and a handful of short shots and misc pieces. I think there are at least seven different colors/varieties of GitD in this shot. Pardon any blurriness; I took this shot freehand.
Some of these were gifts, some were freebaps, and some were contest prizes.
Not for sale or trade.
my attempt at shooting a phosphorescent wave
settings very extreme:
iso 6400, f1.8, 0.5sec exposure…manual focus…its really a shot in the dark and of course a little noisy
Twyla in a Morrocan outfit :-)
Had her for a while and finally she gets her photo.
Twyla's eyes definitely glowed in the dark (this pict was taken with low low light!) but then I decided to edit the pict to bring out more details like her hair and her body.
That crescent moon is phosphorescent too btw
Don't go too far
A phosphorescent wave on a tropical sea is a cold fire
Don't cross the line
The pattern of moonlight on the bedroom floor is a cold fire
Don't let me down
The flame at the heart of a pawnbroker's diamond is a cold fire
Don't break the spell
The look in your eyes as you head for the door is a cold fire...
Rush - "Cold Fire"
www.youtube.com/watch?v=R_saheuIIjQ
a colorful sunset earlier this winter...
The Morrison Mine hackmanite specimen under shortwave ultraviolet light. Note that the area that glows the brightest pink coloration in this photo corresponds to the area of pink-colored material in the visible-light photo. This same area is not only fluorescent but phosphorescent - the material will continue to glow for a short time after ultraviolet exposure has ended.