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"A Couple more Bubbles Stuck Together"
"1st Try later in the evening"
(I think it's time to play again this week!)
It wasn't easy with the thing I made to make the bubble in one hand and the camera in the other!
After searching the internet for bubble mixture I found one mixed it up and it seems to have worked, I did have a problem with the strength of the wind so probably not as good as may have been though!
My son Thomas produced a massive bubble whilst waiting in a que to enter the Baptistry at Pisa. So it was a gift of an opportunity. Had some help from an app called Paper Artist. I quite like the result .
I always love Bubble Tea, but nobody up here in NH knows what it is...
(This one is from the Super 88 Food Court in Boston)
Bubbles photographed against a black backdrop using an open shutter and a flash fired 3 times. The flash was bounced off the ceiling and angled away from the backdrop.
I posted a couple of bubble shots ages ago and have now shot a couple more ! If you want to see how this shot was set up take a look on my YouTube stream at www.youtube.com/watch?v=TFNSl-IRA0U
Ever since I saw this article ( distractify.com/culture/arts/frozen-bubbles-in-wintertime/ ) I wanted to try taking photos of frozen bubbles too... It's so windy I couldn't get much to freeze (it also might not be quite cold enough to freeze quickly, with it being a balmy 23 degree F). But here's what I got -- a pair of bubbles, one slightly bigger than a #2 pencil eraser and one much smaller!
Petite mouche en train de faire des bulles (taille : environ 3mm).
Small bubble blowing fly (size is about 3 mm).
Sisters' Meals Festival Of Miao Ethnic Group
The Sisters’ Rice Festival is sometimes called Sisters’ Meal Festival or Eat Sisters’ Rice Festival. The legend is there was once an old man and his wife who had three beautiful daughters. One day while they played on the riverside, the young girls felt lovesick. Zhang Guolao, a bearded God who carried a bamboo tubular drum, possessed the spirits of the girls, telling them to prepare five-colored rolls of glutinous rice filled with shrimp, fish and other special things. When young men came down from the mountain, the beautiful girls presented the rice to them. In this way, the young girls found their marriage partners
Sisters’ Meal festival, which takes in the Spring, is specific to southeast Guizhou. During the third lunar month in Shidong, Taijiang County in Southeast Guizhou Province, girls flock to the mountains to collect wild flowers and berries to dye the glutinous rice known as Sister’s Rice and everyone cooks up a storm! A storm of glutinous rice that is — dyed in several colors and formed into balls. Each girl prepares her rice with a symbol then wraps it in a handkerchief or put inside small baskets
The Miao minority “Sisters’ Rice Festival” is a celebration of spring and of love. Dressed in finest embroidered and appliqued clothing, adorned in all their freshly shined silver jewelry, young women set out to attract a suitable mate. That’s the traditional goal, but fun is the name of the game! Two, sometimes three, festival days are filled with dancing, singing, eating, drinking lots of rice wine, watching bull fights and cockfights, and horse racing.
The Festival brings villagers from many remote areas together, the girls beautifully dressed in their embroidered costumes. A kaleidoscope of colors, local customs and traditions, signature costumes and hairstyles provide a never-ending fashion show. It is said that the Miao originated from the egg of a butterfly that emerged from a maple tree. The butterfly married a bubble and laid twelve eggs. A mythical bird called the Jiyu watched over the eggs for twelve years and finally they hatched into a Miao man known as Jiangyang, a Thunder God known as Leigong, a water buffalo, snake, dragon, tiger, centipede, elephant and four other omens. All of these symbols are found in the exquisite embroidery and colorful decoration of these artistically talented people.
In anticipation of the Sisters’ Rice Festival, the grandmothers, mothers and other female relatives polish and shine the collection of silver neck rings, bracelets, anklets, earrings, hair pins and combs, rings and pendants, phoenix crowns and headpieces that the young courting-age girls will wear. The Miao believe that silver, representing light, dispels evil spirits. Silver is also a symbol of wealth and beauty, and some young women wear several kilograms of it at one time. Dazzling embroidered skirts, blouses, aprons and jackets are decorated with many different tooled silver ornaments. Pretty necks are encircled with bands of silver and linking silver chains that support large shining lockets, glittering beads and hanging tassels. Elaborate silver headpieces crown the heads of the girls as they proudly display their self-made costumes.
The festival always begins with special family meals. Sharing traditional foods such as rice that has been colored with the dyes of different leaves, berries and flowers, then cooked in bamboo tubes, and homemade rice wine, is similarly practised among the many Miao tribes. Some of the dyed rice is molded into balls that hold hidden treasures. These rice balls are presented to the young men who come to visit, and each treasure has a different meaning. Pine needles mean “You should give me embroidery needles.” and corn silk is a suggestion of fine yarn. A thorn tells the lucky fellow “You are the one!” Chopsticks or red flower pistils say, “Let’s marry quickly — the sooner the better.” And a single chopstick, some garlic or chili means, “Find someone else!”
Meanwhile, you will find many elders at the cockfighting competitions, trading at the daylong markets, or leisurely rowing long dugout canoes on the river beside the festival ground. This is a time of camaraderie and “catching up.” Mid-morning approaches, and the elders rush off to the bullfights. Excitement rises as the mighty bulls lock horns, trying to wrestle each other to the ground. All day long, one bull after another is defeated and then the final match begins. The winning bull brings great honor and riches to his owner for the following year, so although it is festival, the participants enter into the fights with a certain seriousness. Such anxiety calls for much merriment, eating, drinking and friendly betting. The champion bull’s horns are festooned with chickens, ducks, red ribbons and flowers as he is led around the battleground and through the town, snorting proudly for all to see. Finally he is bathed in the soothing waters of the Qingshui. The crowds thin out as people join picnics and special feasts.
The Qingshui riverside becomes lively and exciting as the music and dancing begins. As they walk and dance, the lovely Miao girls jingle and shimmer in the sun. Their cheeks burn with excitement while they flirt with handsome young men, each of whom is searching for a beauty worthy of his strength and handsomeness. Towards evening the newly formed couples break away and begin singing together.
When darkness falls, the festival beat increases as the dragon dances begin. Candles are lit inside the 25-meter-long hollow paper dragons. Battles begin as the fiery dragons weave in and out of the hooting crowds chasing each other. Drums and fireworks complete the noisy atmosphere. Into the evening, the elders continue to make the rounds, greeting their friends, swapping stories and songs, sharing tobacco and wine As the moon rises high in the night sky, young lovers wander off. The mountain paths are busy with the sounds of tinkling footsteps and clear melodious voices singing gentle love songs to the tunes of Lusheng pipes. Long into the night, the partying continues… Bamboo flutes and wooden drums echo sounds throughout the valley as the dawn breaks, beginning the next day’s festivities. As crowds slowly gather, the lovely dancing girls strut like peacocks while the boys look on admiringly
This is to announce the publication online of my illustrated children book, called “Bubble Boy”.
But before I start I want to tell you a story about it. I wrote this story in German under the name “Bule” about 25 years ago, at a time where I was quite a beginner in art. I needed some help, somehow, to be able to illustrate from imagination a whole story, so I inspired myself, especially for the second main character of the story, from some of the drawings, from an artist called Brian Bagnall who was my favourite Cartoonist and illustrator at that time. I don’t remember how deeply I really went into his style (simply said: how much I really copied him! :-) but not so much either) so if you like my illustrations, Brian Bagnall should get some credit too for it.
But now to the story of the novel. After having written it, I never tried to publish it, but I gave it to some people to read, with the original illustrations. The day arrived when somehow the whole thing disappeared and nobody around me felt responsible. I thought the last one to have it between her fingers was a young girl called Daniele, but she denied it, and after a while I gave up looking for it. Quite sad, I must say…
And then the years passed, I moved many different times, thought sometimes with regret about My Bubble Boy, but always less and forgot him eventually.
Earlier this year, in February, I suddenly received the following email (in German) though a French schoolfriends site:
“Everybody knows it:
The net is very chatty
and uncovers some hidden secrets
when you ask him the right question.
Now that you have a net existence
maybe I can add another little piece of the Puzzle
to your already so restless life…
Having saying that:
Keep moving, always!”
followed by a link to a web page, almost blank, with the following words in the middle:
Bule
bei Momo
I was very surprised, and at first had no idea what that was. But then suddenly I remembered: Bule! Bule, the little boy born in a soap bubble in Japan and travelling through the sky in his bubble!
Bule, this (unpublished) story for children which I wrote and illustrated when I sometimes let myself be called “Momo”, in honour of a little orphan living in a ruin and chasing time thieves…
Bule, the book which I thought was lost forever… almost forgotten… banished from my memory…
And I asked myself: Who sent them back to me? Well, I won’t make the story too long here, but after some investigation, I found out that it was my first husband who sent the link to me,. He had found the book back somewhere! And well, some weeks later, I was even in possession of the original drawings. You can perhaps imagine my happiness! I want here to thank him, Johannes, for having done that for me. It means immensely much to me, the story itself, and the gesture. He was by the way the one who brought me to writing too, something which I deeply enjoy, perhaps even more than painting…
So! Here he is, my Bubble Boy, and it is with this logo that I will serialise the story, under the names “Bubble Boy 1″, “Bubble Boy 2″, etc… I will publish here twice a week the illustrations, always, as far as possible, on Mondays and Thursdays. Starting on Thursday, 1st.January, 2009. And you will be able to read the corresponding episode of the story in Cafe Literati, the literary room of Cafe Crem,. I will give you the corresponding link every time.
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Last of the bubble series.