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Near to Old Oak Common & Willesden Junction

2006 nic one and fume! back the fuck up lol!

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Fumed Silica Coating.

afo 12 drops; LiPd 5 drops; Gold Chloride 5% 7 drops.

No pre humidification. Post humidification with hot steam, 2 min. Developing bath in citric acid. Then three clearing baths (EDTAII, Na Sulphite, EDTA IV)

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Cette photo a été prise avec des gélatines de couleurs et un effet de fumée en arrière plan.

Meeting of Styles - London

Trackside - West London.

La fête bat son plein sur la plage de Banyuls sur mer. Les grillades se préparent dans la bonne humeur.

By Kwim ( 2015)

Le Gâvre Loire Atlantique nature étang water drop goutte pluie raindrop grass smoke fumée eau mare herbe green grass verdure ATANA studio Anthony SÉJOURNÉ

The rocky escarpment of Mimosa Rocks is varied and includes a mixture of rock types including rhyolite, gabbro, sandstone, siltstone, conglomerate and metasediments. The rocks here are the result of volcanic eruptions underneath a deep lake, the lake water boiled and fumed, shattering bedrock into a mosaic of interlocking pieces. The erupting lava also broke up, forming a mass of rock pieces. As the lava dome grew, large chunks of lava were shed down its sides.

Manifestation des Gilets Jaunes le 12 janvier 2019 à Caen

Feux d'artifice du 21 juillet 2016 - Grand Parc d'Enghien

Un feu d'artifice est un procédé pyrotechnique utilisant des explosifs déflagrants visant à produire du son, de la lumière et de la fumée à l'aide de composés chimiques pour produire différents effets et couleurs. Les feux d'artifices sont originaires de Chine où ils ont été développés à partir de la poudre noire avant d'être importés en Europe, où divers alchimistes et pyrotechniciens ont participé à leur développement. Ils sont souvent utilisés dans des spectacles pyrotechniques (fêtes nationales, jour de l'an, événements, etc.).

 

Artifice vient du latin artificium qui signifie art.

 

La définition de feu d’artifice a changé au cours du temps, décrivant d’abord des spectacles sonores, puis se restreignant ensuite à la définition actuelle. - Wikipedia

transformé en pierre ...

Near to Old Oak Common & Willesden Junction

Of all the poets that were so famous in their day, and yet entirely unknown now, surely Edward Fumer is the prime candidate.

 

Born in Wales in 1862, Fumer's parents were of low birth. His father was a bus conductress, his mother a fisherman. In those days, this kind of gender fluidity was something to hide.

 

In his biography Edward spoke of the mental difficulties he experienced as each morning his father would don a little black skirt, and his mother both a false beard and a sou'wester, before walking the uncaring streets to their jobs.

 

Starting work at the age of eleven, as a butcher's boy, the evenings found Fumer scribbling, mostly on walls. It was only later as he discovered the works of Byron, Tennyson, and Browning, that he decided to become a poet.

 

Words soon began to torrent from his pen, and his mighty epic "Mandylion" was finished as early as 1885. Notice was soon taken of this new young poet, and literary society took him into their collective bosom.

 

Many a thesis, dissertation and lecture were given on Fumer's work. The enigmatic lines "Hap the may, nine bob buys you a sardine, says our naughty Mary" made little sense at the time, although everyone agreed it was probably deep, and so they could make themselves look clever by discussing it.

 

The Royal Poets Society brought Fumer to London, where he was suitable fêted.

 

But it was all a fraud.

 

Fumer didn't really have a poetic talent at all, he had just been in the right place at the right time. Aware of his own lack of true talent, the strain became too much.

 

At the young age of fifty two, Fumer ended his own life with the aid of a stereoscope.

 

He left a note of apology and one final poem:

 

The poet spins a pretty table

Delicious words, the best he's able

He serves a seeming complex dish,

But really it's the price of fish.

 

Edward Fumer is buried in Poet's Corner, Westminster Abbey, where on a quiet night, he can still be heard, turning slowly.

 

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