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Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.
-William Shakespeare (Romeo&Juliet)
full quote:
Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.
Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes.
Being vexed, a sea nourished with lovers' tears.
What is it else? a madness most discreet,
A choking gall and a preserving sweet.
once I set everything up for this, realized I left my tripod in my car so I was stuck with the broken one that I can't elevate. I probably would have done a better perspective if I had my other one. And it was just way too cold to put too much effort into, but editing was fun. I wanted to play with the colors more there was probably around 20 curve layers.
And Today was pretty interesting! I got carded for the first time for buying tobacco products. The lady at the gas station clearly thought I had a fake, but I can't blame her since I went in there without makeup looking like a 15 year old. I'm looking forward to taking some photos of people other than me. I'm so sick of self portraits! so stay tuned.
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The Quandry Chronicles Book One: The Lost Scarab of the Aethernauts! is an illustrated pulp adventure inspired by the tabletop gaming system Space: 1889 and shot in Second Life. Narrated in sessions like a tabletop campaign, QC will post weekly on Fridays, unless I get a bit ahead of myself :)
While the aether was an eternally dim grayness, aether travelers still kept mostly to their own rhythms of wake and sleep. So it was that when a sleek fast vessel descended upon the Egypt-bound aethership, only one crewman was awake, his cry of warning stifled by the slash of a scimitar as pirates rappelled down boarding lines onto the deck.
Mainwaring and Tatsu woke to the sound of booted feet on the deck above, but it was too late: pirates flung open their cabin hatches, guns pointed.
“None of that, you. Up onto the deck for the Queen, and nobody else needs to get hurt.”
The five expedition members were roughly herded out onto the deck along with the captain and his remaining crew, closely guarded as a pirate team ransacked the hold.
Cassie looked around in a daze, still half asleep. Pirates? Had they been hired by Abbingdon to stop them and seize their (much better than his!) notes and files? Or by the Germans who’d ambushed them in London’s dark streets?
She looked up as another figure slid gracefully down the ropes – lines? – that bound their ship to the pirate vessel. A woman, who landed so smoothly her long spiked heels barely clicked on the deck. The pirates guarding them bowed, their guns never wavering – and trained mostly on Mainwaring, ruddy-faced and fuming, hands clenched into fists.
The Queen – she *had* to be the pirate queen – strode over to the group, wavy gray hair fluttering behind her, despite the lack of breeze.
“So what have we here, me hearties?”
“It’s a bust,” one of the pirates said. “Not a damn thing but books and papers, and one good chest of guns.”
The Pirate Queen sighed, her half-bared bosoms heaving dramatically. ”So much for our tipoff, then!” She looked over the group of prisoners, eyes widening a bit as her gaze fell on Cassie, who hadn’t even had time to throw a robe on over her bloomers and chemise. “Well now, not a complete bust, is it? And who are you, pretty thing?”
Cassie stammered. Was the Queen talking about *her*?
The Queen’s sabre flashed forth, but she only used the flat of the blade to lift Cassie’s chin. “I’m not one to repeat myself, even for a morsel like you. Who are you, and what’s your party’s mission?”
Mainwaring surged forth, but three of the pirates grappled him. They couldn’t take him down, but did manage to hold him in place, if only by their dead weight.
Cassie lifted her chin clear of the blade. “Professor Cassiopeia Quandry and team, bound for Egypt at the direction of the British Museum. Ma’am.” Manners always mattered.
“Museum?! You’re *on your way* to steal treasures? We’ll have to catch you on the way back, then. But – “
The queen fell silent, eyes going even wider than at the site of a scantily clad Cassie.
Everyone turned to look: descending out of the aether was a German corvette, guns tracking!
“Up the lines!” the Queen called out! “Prepare for evasive maneuvers!”
“One last thing…” she said, and swept Cassie up into her arms, kissing her passionately. “Don’t worry, I’ll be back for you.”
Cassie fainted.
Le processus de construction d’une maison ruche commence par la préparation de la base circulaire, sur laquelle les briques crues sont disposées selon un motif hélicoïdal. Aucun bois n’est utilisé, une contrainte transformée en atout dans une région où les arbres sont rares. Les artisans posent chaque brique de façon légèrement inclinée vers l’intérieur, créant ainsi une forme autoportante. La forme de ces maisons traditionnelles de Harran dévie aussi le souffle des vents forts et des pluies torrentielles.
Les toitures coniques sont dotées d’un orifice au sommet : cette ouverture, semblable à un oculus, assure une ventilation constante et permet à la fumée du foyer central de s’évacuer naturellement. Ce système de refroidissement passif, associé à l’épaisseur des murs (parfois plus de 60 cm), garantit une température intérieure stable autour de 24°, même lorsque le thermomètre extérieur avoisine les 45°.
Chaque dôme est construit avec environ 1400 briques d’adobe. L’absence de fondations profondes, le recours à des matériaux biodégradables et la faible empreinte énergétique de ces bâtis font également des maisons ruche un modèle précurseur d’architecture durable, bien avant l’heure.
D'après diapositive.
En bord de la Seine à la porte d'Ivry à Paris, les tours duo et les fumées de l'incinérateur d'ordures d'Ivry
Parte del promontorio di Punta Campanella, nell'aria fumosa e calda di questa siccitosa primavera. In lontananza: l'isola di Capri. Italia.
Part of Punta Campanella promontory, in the smoky air and hot dry summer this spring. In the distance, the island of Capri. Italy.
Ein Teil der Punta Campanella Kaps im rauchigen Luft und heißen, trockenen Sommer in diesem Frühjahr. In der Ferne die Insel Capri. Italien.
Parte de Punta Campanella promontorio, en el aire lleno de humo y el verano seco y caliente en esta primavera. En la distancia, la isla de Capri. Italia.
Une partie de Punta Campanella promontoire, dans l'air de fumée et l'été chaud et sec ce printemps. Au loin, l'île de Capri. Italie.
"Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs."
Quote: William Shakespeare
Taken: Lausanne, Switzerland
New Cyanotype on Hanhemühle Platinum Rag Paper from 13x18 (5x7") Alford FP4 negative, developed in HC 110. Pretreatment with fumed silica. Lead acetate toning.
Lundi 4 Décembre 2017 – Quand un mec barbu se balade tout de noir vêtu et qu’il tourne frénétiquement sur le quai avec de la fumée qui sort de sa bouche et puis tu vois derrière une affiche annonçant l’arrivée d’illusionnistes… tu te dis que tu as déjà vu cela quelque part…ou au moins que tu as déjà entendu parlé de cette affaire…
A yearly event in this little spanish town: fire-devils running through the streets and the more brave people are dancing under the rain of sparks. All this with the aweful noise of drums, explosions and screams. You can hardly breath the fume-sated air. At the end, you`re lucky, that you have survived this. A pretty archaic and dramatic experience.
Here an example:
Les flammes vues de près (enfin plutôt vues au téléojectif), en Californie près de Sequoia park. On a comme une impression de fin du monde en regardant les masses de fumée s’avancer sur la plaine de Californie du nord. Mes pensées vont aux personnes qui ont été affectées et aux soldats du feu qui se sont battus pour protéger les habitations. Au détour d’une conversation, je me suis rendu compte qu’on a maintenant manqué un été complet sur Terre. C’est un drôle de sentiment. Je n’ai pas de photo de vacances dans mon téléphone à vous montrer, mais voici quelques images marquantes de cet été que je n’avais pas encore partagées, principalement des plages sur les côtes de la France continentale et des îles méditerranéennes Impossible de parler de l’été sans repenser aux gigantesques incendies qui ont à nouveau embrasé la Terre, eux aussi sont particulièrement visibles depuis l’espace.
The flames seen up close (with a teleconverter) in California, near Sequoia park. It looks very apocalyptic. My thoughts go out to all the people and homes affected, and the firemen who are battling the fires. We were chatting this week and we realised that we have missed a whole summer on Earth now. It is somewhat a weird feeling (I will get two winters in a row…). We don't have a mobile phone up here that collects the memories and highlights them using an algorithm, but I did some thinking and collected my own most striking summer pictures from the last few months, so mainly beaches along the three coasts of France and Mediterranean islands 😊. It seems nowadays that every summer comes with wild fires, and in between the beaches, glinting seas and clear skies the fires we saw from above will stay in my mind too.
Credits: ESA/NASA–T. Pesquet
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Chrysotype. 20x25 cm (8x10"), Hanehmühle Platinum Rag Paper fumed silica pretreated. Method S: 3:4:1. RH 80%. No post exposure humidification, developed Oxalic Acid 2%, standard clearing.