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Little blue friend.
I took this shot in manual mode with an aperture of f/3.6 for 1/125sec and the image was lit by an led macro light held above the bottle. The background is white copy paper bent to form a continuous backdrop.
I heard about vaporub being used on feet at night to relieve coughing when you have a cold etc. So having come down with a cold and coughing all night I thought I'd give it a go, to my surprise it worked and I got a good nights sleep, not sure why but it got me curious if it had any other uses and this is what I found.
1. Decongest Your Chest
The most common use of Vicks is to decongest your chest and throat area. When applied to the upper chest, it provides excellent relief of cough and congestion symptoms.
2. On Your Tootsies
Applying Vicks to your feet provides nighttime cough relief. Generously rub VapoRub all over your feet and cover them with socks. Within moments your cough will subside—in the morning you’ll wake up a new, hacking free woman.
3. Achy Breaky Muscles
Vicks relieves sore, overworked muscles. It increases circulation and provides almost instant aid. Use a generous portion and apply it all over the aching area. (Be sure to warn your bedmate as the stench can ensure a nookie-free night.)
4. Get Rid of Nasty Nail Fungus
Rub VapoRub on your toenails if you suspect you have a fungus. Within days, the nail will turn dark—this means the Vicks is killing the fungus. As your toenail grows out, the dark part will grow off and you will have fungus-free feet. Keep applying the ointment over a period of two weeks to fully cleanse nail beds of any remaining bacteria.
5. Stop Your Cat from Scratching
Cats are notorious for scratching every hard surface they get their claws on. To prevent Miss Kitty from ruining your doors, walls, and windows, apply a small amount of VapoRub to these areas. Cats detest the smell and will steer clear. Vicks can also be applied to your arms and legs if your kitty is prone to scratching you.
6. Pet Pee-Pee Deterrent
If your dog or cat is not yet potty trained, put an open bottle of Vicks on the area he or she likes to mark as their territory. The smell will discourage them from lifting their legs and wetting your rug.
7. Headaches Be Gone
Rub a small amount of Vicks VapoRub on your temples and forehead to help relieve headaches. The mentholated scent will release pressure in your head and instantly relieve pain.
8. Humidify Your Sleep
Vicks VapoRub can be used in special types of humidifiers and vaporizers. Ensure your humidifier has an aromatherapy compartment before using. The humidifier will circulate Vicks throughout the air and keep you breathing easy all night long.
9. Paper Cuts and Splinters
To prevent infection and speed up healing time, dab a small amount of Vicks on any small cut or splinter.
10. Ticks and Bugs
If you get bitten by a tick, apply Vicks immediately. The strong odor might help get the critter to release itself and stop bugging you.
11. Reek-free Racehorses
Professional racers smother VapoRub under the nostrils of racehorses on race day. The strong stench deters the stallions from the alluring odor of the female pony and keeps them focused on the race.
12. Go Away Mosquitoes
Vicks wards off mosquitoes. Apply small dabs of Vicks VapoRub to your skin and clothes and mosquitoes will steer clear. If you do get bitten, apply Vicks to the area and cover it with a Band-Aid to relieve itching.
According to WebMD, there have been a few complications in children when Vicks is used inappropriately. A few children reacted negatively and ended up hospitalized when Vicks was applied directly under the nose. Though this is extremely rare and only happens to those who are sensitive to Vicks, consumers should use caution when applying it to the face or on young children.
Even though its strong stench may cost me a few friendships, I am definitely heading to the nearest drugstore to stock up on this little blue smelly bottle. After all, I never know the next time I’ll have a headache, or am heading to the racetrack.
Information sourced from www.divinecaroline.com/self/wellness/twelve-surprising-us...
Didn´t know if I should post this, it is very overworked in PSE but still, I like it. The original was very light and with strange colors.. Anyway, I told Simon to look towards the sun so it would be more light in his eyes, that´s why he´s looking like this. =)
Yashica-Mat 124
Kodak Portra 160VC expired 12/2002
First stages of the painting, there are certain effects that I quite like and don't want to overwork it, acrylic on stretched canvas.
www.flickr.com/photos/genefreeman/51808907911/in/photostr...
АNNO 1971
...in personal approximation
and search of single quantum of freedom
to Exist, as personality of Individual, as being
me-Myself in all aspects as resonance
of binding positive emotions to be degraded
and trans-mutated from the norm
of being Human, and independent member of
Human race existed with out stated theorem,
or critical re-marks with out its collectively
dysfunctional chimera, object, model of named
sublimed such "persona incognito non-grata" -
I missed my train again, and run and run anew
through their vigilant totalitarian sharp eyes of the
control, dictating me and everyone including you,
in every fragmentary aspect that I can't,
and what I should, or must I do by their tyrannic
"Do!" command from Party far above, controlling ego,
brain, plus consciousness and Will in their armful
sweaty, hairy hands by digging, sorting and
Personality and Dreams, and reliability behavior
of Subject, by their model-built ability to smash
and kill, and such regime presents Commissars'
politically manifested force, its pointer, political
and total supervision and power to oppress,
to hold securely, suppress and to control
not only by the strength of my hands:
the most important to hold in iron vise the Will,
and brains, of mine and others, by bending
under their yoke, and breaking by a force
free moments and dynamics of free Will,
because:
"The Party is the Helmsman, and Honor
and Conscience" of all the People,
(which is the punch-line of Marxist manifesto!)
and to suppress me in their effort to be my-self,
by forcing by Decrees to think, to dance and
to express according "as bequeathed" by their
bloodies and greatest leaders at behest of
Karla-maxa, having shot a-mass, infected all
by Spanish-flu, and forcing mass to starve by
shortages of food, and mass-repressing entire
nation by iron-fist of "Red-Terror" under
convoy to underground mines and all Siberian taiga,
too-too! to deadly frozen Solovki, and Kolyma, and everywhere to omni-potent monstrous GULAG,
and each of bloody labor camps, exterminating life
as if at "Eastern Front", according to manifested
"quarantine" decrees, and totalitarian mandates
that deadly changed my Mother's life
and consciousness of her to Null-and-zero...
All those agitators, activists and party's leaders
being armed with Marxian indoctrination
against legality of Owners' capital to take away,
for which extortion I Per-se objected and gave up my citizenship by naivete for illusory Freedom to be my-self
in own volume of modest thoughts and Soul,
were running through the cinder Post-and-block, and
through rails and ways to history unfortunate in
its entirety to replicate "It-self", to move away from
history and set of lost ago in vanished Past initial,
abolished points been flowing from the basin "A" into arbitrary set of "B" inherent in stream off fluid where
eyes shaped these Water flocks, and rather
upon further fast attraction to alphabet
washed up me on the shores of flooded,
but still bucolic Vienna already prematurely
aborted and deserted without crowd and
without pillars in arms of euphoria of jubilation
and Yugends, Folks, and such enthusiastic
as it never happened before, almost emptiness,
approaching Spring has been already swept
away a remnant snow from so shiny pavements
with admiration raged, forgetting firmly ringing
echo of horseshoes and steps-chased by
lacquered boots from such unknown always
returning cycle "Again"...
And many trees by losing their leaves spelled
uttered silent whisper "I'm sorry ..." for those
years that have passed since sad resentment,
however, all fat muzzles were devoured, growing
as it should be, two hanging navels, almost like
ham in color of their shiny eyes, showcases,
and counters with "pillar-to-eat", deserted
streets without helpful taxis-cabs,
without marching nurses and rallies with poster:
"I want to live like my Dear-Soviet nurse!"
brainwashed by propaganda off,
O, you F...en-naive-Ladies! for my three
grosh-a-pennies, yes! for a salary at night
emergent over-loaded rooms by pain
were brought in shifts to Ob-Gyn floor at midnight
by "miscarriage-patients" full-filled all night by
unfortunate poor predominantly working-class
young Females from all the outskirts of One-million
city in my forgotten days - they brought all those from
exhaustive overwork, and losing lives of premature
life-less macerated fetuses, and endless repetition
of tragic losses was also communal Soviet way of
communistic Life, the only thing perhaps
"uniquely fair", and so roams pain raking
tribute to Marxist regime from Near Mills
"to-opposite" behind the fence and cemetery's
gates without an escort, along the graves
without "Peace" ...
But in that Vienna stood a market with
all essential for me The Books, on Lingos far
before my birthday lost-forgotten, and from
the Soviet period hunger ripples to this day
stands before my eyes,
but there was no penny to dive into the revelry
of the abundance of pages still unread...
Additionally, there is exists a first impression.
almost invisible as feeling, rather an epiphany,
from first firmness of independent steps,
even before of reading all the whiteness of
folios, and pages, and other things, as pledge
of my foundation upon the Snow-First of virgin
in the midst of fright! of course delight that
foot of mine steps upon so firmly on something
covered with thick and many! white! by childish
standards still subject to transmutation by
energies of Hope emitted
through thousands of days of expectation,
that fundamentally intrinsic a-la dim Dream
between initial and current, but still a Dream...
Yes, the sum of expectations still old and left
in similarity of sled about mountain from
those Past remaining since, as if in depths upon
Neuronal bundles and transmitters conducting
impulses to cortex Consciousness formation,
and within the Cortex and structures deep
between admitted that I am only a particle
of Your majestic Greatness,
and in the miserliness of this phenomenon
does not diminish belongings and flesh
and crumbs the course of thought
to realize my-Self just as elementary particle...
(Night-Shift-ER-Gyn-Obs, 1971 начато, 2022 доработано, неокончено)
A mother's work is never done and when her workload starts to overwhelm her the solution is near at hand. All Mom has to do is have a friend take her iPad and take an image of her using PHOTO BOOTH. Voila! Two moms for the price of one and her work has been cut in half.
"There is something about jumping a horse over a fence, something that makes you feel good. Perhaps it's the risk, the gamble. In any event it's a thing I need."
~ William Faulkner
Today, after a two-week break, I decided not to overwork and instead went for a short hike to the nearby hills.
In the photo, there's a fence that once marked the hiking route. Along the way, I encountered many abandoned and overturned logs.
I primarily used my Fuji X-E2 with a 56mm lens (I also had the X-T2 with a 27mm in my bag, but it didn't work well today).
My experience with Fuji cameras remains consistent – they are outstanding.
Last week, I went on two walks with the Panasonic GX80 and Olympus E-M10 II. While these cameras are enjoyable to use and produce nice photos, I feel much more engaged, focused, and satisfied with the results when using Fujifilm gear.
After using other (than Fuji) brands, I often feel like I've missed the opportunity to capture scenes exactly as I envision them.
IPad brushes June 2016 A daily record of a woodland that I've been familiar with for 34 years. It is good to record these places in a very personal way come rain or shine. I like to see the place without making anything picturesque, rather setting down what's before me at different times of day and not overworking each piece, keeping it spontaneous and fresh. Inspired by Charles Burchfield and Emily Carr among others. In some ways a pendant to my Simon's wood series and to be part of my Looking Out exhibition.
"A Conversation Piece" 2x48x42 spraypaint and household latex on wooden board.
This piece is more on the conceptual side of things for me. I often think about public views on graffiti culture a lot, which is why I appropriated the saying “If the walls could talk” as a starting point that draws in the most common person. One of the things that’s most interesting about graffiti is how messages or names appear, and are removed. new ones appear, and are removed again. This back and forth interaction is often never documented or appreciated, it just comes and goes and we forget about the story that is always ongoing. I chose the following message in the piece “Then what would we see” to illustrate what I was discussing was a visual thing, that we see the walls talking versus hearing them. I wanted the painting to have a transparent feel to it, almost as though the viewer would be reading right through the painting to the bare wood underneath. In the street when graffiti is removed its often just painted over with solid colour. I wanted to mimic this idea, but also show what was once underneath at the same time, blurring the layers of application. the first markings I made on the board are as leveled and relevent as the final marks. It was pretty tricky for me to wrap my head around my own idea and how I was going to pull it off. The process was very touch and go with little room for error, the whole time doing it I felt as though it would be really easy to overwork the painting. I didnt expect it to turn out the way it did but I think it came out better than I had imagined.
Process shots here: www.suemenow.com/blog/post-up-ayden-gallery
By sidekick, I’m probably meant migraines.
Darn. I wake up with one of the biggest headaches ever, probably with too much beer last night. Overworked and overslept. At least I’m in my jammies for now. Sonny bounces back and forth, eventually jumping up to me for a couple licks.
“That’s alright boy...I’ll get you outside later. Let me wash up first...”
It takes me 10 minutes to do everything, including a quick shower. After breakfast, I quickly get dressed. Then the computer starts talking.
VIVA: “Good morning sir.”
Multi: “Y’know you’re really starting to sound like Jarvis as if I was Tony Stark. But good morning anyways.”
VIVA: “Rough night, sir?”
Multi: “As you can tell after I plugged you off for power saving mode...that was...4 A.M. right?”
VIVA: “Correct sir. You have 20 missed calls from Doc.”
Multi: “Great. A great way to start the day. I must be a lucky bastard. And just....take care of the dog and let him outside.”
***
Multi: “What’s up?”
Doc: “What do you mean what’s up? I got worried for a while after you left.”
Multi: “You sound like my mother. Unless you’re substituting for a step parent, but I don’t have the forms.”
Doc: “Very funny.”
Multi: “I’m old enough, beyond a hundred, yes. I’m probably late for work as well.”
Doc: “Aren’t you self employed?”
Multi: “Oh sheez, yes. Keep talking on the phone man.”
Doc: “Let me guess, coffee with wine poured last night, then a slew of beers?”
Multi: “You’re totally a mind reader bud. What’s the case going?”
Doc: “Investigations. I know you love investigations. Want me to prep a pack for a head start?”
Multi: “I love you man. I shoulda send postcards for your wife too.”
Doc: “First, I’m not married, never will. Second, it’s about those kids. They’re starting to behave worse, those symptoms. If the criminals have the cure, bring it back. I’ll brief you more later. Gotta work.”
Multi: “Aight.”
I take my headphones off and switch it to the music player while my other hand keeps the bicycle going. Almost forgot to mention that I’m a freelancer as well, specialising in a lot of stuff. I own a company with at least 25 employees. To be honest, almost everyone is a good friend of mines, which includes Doc. Doc’s a guy who shifts on and off (him being in the crowd as well). This explains how I’m good at switching my identity easily.
By the time I arrive, it’s already 11. People are already working like it’s a battlefield. I make my watch go invisible as I control my hand opening the door inside. Oof. Ryan spots me. Too late.
Ryan: “Jon? What’s going on? You’re late.”
Jon: “Come on, give me a break. I had migraines from working on the proposal plan last night. Hungover.”
Ryan: “Ugh. Well, meeting’s about to start in 5. I’ll get ya hot tea then.”
Jon: “Thanks bud.”
*5 minutes later*
Everyone: Morning boss.”
Jon: “Alright guys, y’all sit. How’s the situation going since 8:30?”
Zoe: “Shipment’s being handled well.”
Jon: “Great. So the trade deal is going through. Jerry? Nick?”
Jerry: “Researched the sniper rifles as well. Nick spent like, 3 days working on the tech. It’s really interesting.”
Nick: “Yeah boss. I’m frigging tired in that one. Extraction from metal pieces—-kinda killing me but it’s fun.”
Jon: “Ok dude. Take half the day off. It’s your birthday. Tiffany? Jacky? Hazel?”
Jacky: “Transitions running smoothly.”
Hazel: “Culture investments. I almost slipped halfway through early on but I’m stable.”
Tiffany: “Still waiting on the purchase for sound equipment.”
Jon: “Great work. Catherine?”
Cath: “Just the usual.”
Jon: “Alright. We’ll keep discussing on the future plans...”
*1 hour and 15 minutes later*
Meeting’s done. Phew. I guess my friends have gone back to their stations for work. The rest probably went out for lunch. I usually give em one hour because I’m a good boss, heh. I just sit in my room, looking at the headlights while I’m just tapping my fork on the leftover chicken penne I just reheated.
Slowly, I take a deep look into the investigations Doc had complied. Some of my crew had gone out looking for that kind of info. I’d refer to us also being P.I.s because we do have licenses and stuff. The case has gone out to the public and since I’m one of the heroes in the city, I’m always up to solve and crack one. After few more minutes of staring out, I dive into my hot lunch and give Doc a call while I resume the computer’s functions.
Doc: “Lunch break right now. I’m in a hurry and I can’t talk for long. Patient with liver transfer is waiting.”
Jon: “Right. I’ve sent some of my crew for investigating. I did some research on my own. Probably will do a bust tonight.”
Doc: “Ok. I might take early off tonight and I’ll stand by waiting. Stitches and stuff, remember?”
Jon: “The suit up part is easy....but I’m about to tell you something....something I got last night. The email.”
Doc: “There’s a lotta emails in my inbox. Spam, medical, insurance, all types of stuff. Whatcha looking for?”
Jon: “Check the one I sent while you were sorta mad at me and still on the phone this morning.”
Doc: “Well played...hold on. I have it. It’s the same type of stuff I received.”
Jon: “Look inside. It’s more than a invitation. There’s a code as well.”
Doc: “Darn. There is. What do you think it is then?”
Multi: “Probably something that’s a secret hideout location? Ok, listen, I can crack it but you gotta do it for me. You got skills bro.”
Doc: *scoffs*: So this is the part where you really need me.”
Jon: “Alright, yes and yes. Please.”
Doc: “I’ll see what I can do. But get ready for tonight.”
Jon: “Atta doc.”
(Phone hangs up)
I sigh once again, staring into my computer. But now I’m going deep into thought...then my empty lunchbox.
***
There was a time....where it was on the brink of lovely stuff...until it came. Until I brought my apprentice to fight against the enemies. We were on the verge of the last stand....losing. The rebels didn’t fare well either.
Multi: “We have to get back! We already have what we need and came for!”
Apprentice: “I’m not leaving this without a fight!”
Multi: “The fight’s already erupted far enough! We have to run away as far as we can!”
Apprentice: “Save them, Mr. Sharp. Save them! You still have time for the villagers!”
Multi: “Don’t pull this on me, kiddo....”
Apprentice: “When I tell you to leave, you leave! Please listen to me for once, sensei!”
Multi: “No!”
Apprentice: “Do you want two dead bodies to be found by them? Do you want more sacrifices? I know you don’t, but leave....go as far away as you can! He’s getting closer....”
Multi: “Charlie! No!”
And with a blink of an eye, Charlie was gone.
***
I wake up from the quick shock from my dream. I found my head drenched in sweat, but at least it isn’t my body sweating much. I look at my watch, as if an hour has already passed. Catherine knocks on my door as I put my lunchbox away.
Cath: “Boss? Are you alright? Do you need some rest?”
Jon: “No Cath...I’m fine. I’m probably tired...from alcohol. Just say what you have to.”
Cath: “Ok, because I have the logistics from....”
At this point, I’m thinking to myself. How much trauma and dreams like that would appear randomly? How long can this go on? Jeez, I don’t know if I’ll survive tonight....
*note: the employees’ names are real, and are based off on my friends back in my last year of kindergarten, according to recent memory I’ve met and reunited with a few. Just thought it’d be a fun Easter egg to throw in haha.
I think that should be the name of my business because I'm always trying to make something out of nothing. This was an unplanned candid I grabbed quick as Ellie paused at the top of a big hill, waiting for me to watch her roll down it. It was underexposed and flat, but I felt like saving it. It looks overworked to me now, but who cares. Sow's ear or silk purse, It's going in her album anyway. :)
M31 - The Andromeda Galaxy.
Andromeda was the daughter of Cepheus and Cassiopeia, king and queen of Aethiopia.
Cassiopeia, having boasted herself equal in beauty to the Nereids, drew down the vengeance of Poseidon, who sent an inundation on the land and a sea-monster, which destroyed man and beast. The oracle of Ammon announced that no relief would be found until the king exposed his daughter Andromeda to the monster, so she was fastened to a rock on the shore.
Perseus, returning from having slain the Gorgon, found Andromeda, slew the monster, set her free, and married her in spite of Phineus, to whom she had before been promised. At the wedding a quarrel took place between the rivals, and Phineus was turned to stone by the sight of the Gorgon's head.
Andromeda followed her husband to Tiryns in Argos, and became the ancestors of the family of the Perseidae through Perseus' and Andromeda's son, Perses. Perseus and Andromeda had six sons (Perseides): Perses, Alcaeus, Heleus, Mestor, Sthenelus, and Electryon, and one daughter, Gorgophone. Their descendants ruled Mycenae from Electryon down to Eurystheus, after whom Atreus got the kingdom, and include the great hero Heracles. According to this mythology, Perses is the ancestor of the Persians.
After her death she was placed by Athena amongst the constellations in the northern sky, near Perseus and Cassiopeia. Sophocles and Euripides made the story the subject of tragedies. The tale is represented in numerous ancient works of art.
Andromeda is represented in the northern sky by the constellation Andromeda which contains the Andromeda Galaxy.
source: Wikipedia.org
Not perfect but quite allright for being the first.. =)
It might be a bit overworked maybe but I wanted to show the pretty thing with as much detail as possible against a black sky, I know it has trailed a little but that's nothing I could do anything about.
Thanks to "Svelo" for letting me use his guiding tripod (his site is here www.flickr.com/photos/svelo)
Exposure Time: 10 minutes 42 seconds
Focal Length: 300mm (x 1.5)
Aperture: f/4.5
ASA speed: 200
Camera: Nikon D70s
Lens: Nikkor 300/4.5
Software: Adobe Photoshop
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Today I’m busy with overwork & out of office, sorry...
I've only the time for post another shot of mine "London in my eyes"...
I'll catch up as soon as possible...
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much better large size and on black - molto meglio in grande e su sfondo nero
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I spent 7 nights and 8 days in London in August with my family, Tiziano and Giulia and their families.
I’m trying to show 100 shots that I’ve made there, that represent my “London point of view”.
13 August:
The Mall
St. James Park
■ Buckingham palace
Changing of the Guard
Green Park
Clarence House
St. James Palace
Savile Row
Fortnum & Mason
Carnaby Street/Soho
Oxford Street
Thanks for all your kind comments to my last photos …
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Grazie per tutti i gentili commenti alle mie ultime foto…
I got challenged to a photoduel on www.ljosmyndakeppni.is up against the fellow Icelander and a brilliant photograper: Marino Thorlacius.
The task was to photograph a "nuclear" family, or the statistical family, -indoors.
A task that I think brought both me and Marino way out of our usual comfort zone.
It was a very very exciting duel, in the end Marino won with 88 votes against the 87 I got. A close shave!
It was a fun photoshoot.
The idea was to take the average family and make it a bit away from the average; still though, we all know families where the never-smiling husband is overworked, the mother is the perfect housewife so sure of her kids being angels and where the children are total brats and nothing but.....
Or Keeping up appearances. -nearly....
Used 2 studio strobes from the left and right, with softboxes.
Thanks to the brilliant models, Eva, Kjartan, Briet and Bjarni.
I had a wonderful time working with the kids since they were more than willing to do "something funny", i.e. not having to sit all pretty and smile but were allowed to pull faces.
I thought I'd try some outdoor sketching in the park today. Both these sketches were done in deKoevend Park in Littleton, CO. This is a very pretty park, with the Highline Canal running through it, and huge cottonwoods growing along the canal.
I've been doing a lot of reading about drawing, both in pencil and pen (perhaps I should be doing more drawing than reading). I get all excited about going out and doing some "plein air" sketches, then once I get started I realize "oh yeah, that's how I draw ... not like those folks in the books ... damn."
Oh well, at least I was out there, getting my first sunburn of the year.
The first sketch was done with a black Sakura "Pigma Brush" pen, a gray Pitt brush pen, and a very fine (005) Sakura "Micron" pen. It's mostly a value study, but I definitely overworked it. I could not figure out how to render the tangle of underbrush at the middle right. The sketch took about 15 minutes.
The second drawing is of what was a very pretty scene along Big Dry Creek. Unfortunately, I wasn't able to capture the nature of the scene, which was the gracefulness of the trees bending out over the creek, and the quality of the light. This drawing was done entirely with Staedtler 0.3 pigment liner. I drew it while standing on a bridge next to the creek, and spent about 20 minutes on it.
Both drawings done in a large Moleskine sketch book.
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busy with overwork, again
only the time to “post and run”, sorry...
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much better large size and on black - molto meglio in grande e su sfondo nero
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I spent 7 nights and 8 days in London in August with my family, Tiziano and Giulia and their families.
I’m trying to show 100 shots that I’ve made there, that represent my “London point of view”.
16 August:
Edgware Road
St. Paul’s Cathedral
Fleet Street/the Strand
■ Westminster Cathedral
Belgrave
Mayfair
New Bond street
Hyde park corner
Thanks for all your kind comments to my last photos …
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Grazie per tutti i gentili commenti alle mie ultime foto…
French postcard by Europe, no. 547. Photo: Paramount.
American actress Clara Bow (1905-1965) rose to stardom as an uninhibited flapper in silent films during the 1920s. Her appearance as a plucky shopgirl in the film It (1927) brought her global fame and the nickname 'The It Girl'. Bow came to personify the Roaring Twenties and is described as its leading sex symbol.
Clara Gordon Bow was born in a run-down tenement in old Brooklyn in 1905 and was raised in poverty and violence. Her often absentee and brutish father, Robert Bow, who hailed from a large and once well-off family of Scottish and English descent, could not or did not provide. Her schizophrenic mother, the former Sarah Gordon, tried to slit Clara's throat when the girl spoke of becoming an actress. Bow, nonetheless, won a national photo beauty contest, "The Fame and Fortune Contest". Girls from all over the country competed, and the 1st Prize was a part in a movie. Bow showed up in ragged clothes and the other girls smirked at her. The contest judges paid no attention until she did her screen test - and then they unanimously chose her over all the other girls. Bow lit up the screen and got the part but it was later cut from the movie. Clara was taken to Hollywood by independent producer B.P. Schulberg, who used her sexually and financially. She would eventually star in 58 films, from 1922 to 1933. Schulberg billed her as "The Hottest Jazz Baby in Films" for The Plastic Age (Wesley Ruggles, 1925). Her other silent films included hits such as Mantrap (Victor Fleming, 1926), It (Clarence Badger, 1927), and Wings (William A. Wellman, 1927) with Charles 'Buddy' Rogers, Richard Arlen, and Gary Cooper. Denny Jackson at IMDb: "The movie It (1927) defined her career. The film starred Clara as a shopgirl who was asked out by the store's owner. As you watch the silent film you can see the excitement as she prepared for her date with the boss, her friend trying hard to assist her. She used a pair of scissors to modify her dress to try to look "sexier." The movie did much to change society's mores as there were only a few years between World War I and Clara Bow, but this movie went a long way in how society looked at itself. Clara was flaming youth in rebellion. In the film, she presented worldly wisdom that somehow sex meant having a good time. But the movie shouldn't mislead the viewer, because when her boss tries to kiss her goodnight, she slaps him."
Clara Bow was named first box-office draw in 1928 and 1929 and second box-office draw in 1927 and 1930. Her presence in a motion picture was said to have ensured investors, by odds of almost 2-to-1, a 'safe return". Maeve at IMDb: "She could flirt with the camera just by looking into it with her big brown eyes and mischievous bow-tie grin. She exuded sex appeal from every pore in her little body and was not afraid to flaunt it. She personified "flaming youth in rebellion". Her characters were always working-class gals; manicurists, showgirls, and the like. Her movies reportedly emancipated many young people from the restrictive morals of their parents. " At the apex of her stardom, she received more than 45,000 fan letters in a single month (January 1929). Also, she was probably the most overworked and underpaid star in the industry. With the coming of sound, her popularity waned. Clara was also involved in several court battles ranging from unpaid taxes to "stealing" women's husbands. She had very public affairs (her euphemism was "engagements") with a score of leading men and directors, including Victor Fleming, Gary Cooper, and Gilbert Roland. Her secretary and best friend, Daisy de Voe, was caught embezzling from her. Nasty rumors about her sexuality floated around the movie colony, including one about her taking on the entire USC Football Team one night, which was finally disproved by a biographer, David Stenn. When Bow took de Voe to court, the secretary told the court about and the press reported uncensored details of Bow's sex life, much of which was exaggerated. After the court trials, Bow made a couple of attempts to get back in the public eye. One was Call Her Savage (John Francis Dillon, 1932), somewhat of a failure at the box office. In 1932, she married cowboy star Rex Bell and two years later, Bow retired from acting and became a rancher in Nevada. Her final film was Hoop-La (Frank Lloyd, 1933). She doted on her two sons, actor Rex Bell Jr. (b. 1934) and George Robert (b. 1938), and did everything to please them. Haunted by a weight problem and a mental imbalance, she never re-entered show business. She was confined to sanitariums from time to time and prohibited access to her beloved sons. In 1965, Bow died of a heart attack in West Los Angeles at the age of 60.
Sources: Denny Jackson (IMDb), Wikipedia, and IMDb.
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The small collection of vintage photos on the wall of the Finnish Appelo Archives Center in Naselle, Washington, includes three portraits of this man.
With this piece we begin to dispel the enigma that surrounds this individual and his fellow souls in the land of lost portraits. But it's best not to get one's hopes up. What we have isn't much.
The name and location of the photography studio are embossed in the lower left quarter of the photo's cardboard frame. It wasn't the first time I encountered it. Below is another portrait with the same cardboard frame. Unfortunately, I wasn't able to read it.
Here, though, the city's name is legible: Calumet, Michigan.
So now we know that our sitter was once in that upper Midwestern city, as was the man with the dark mustache depicted below. What can we deduce from that? Were the two related? There is no family resemblance that I can see. However, could it be that they were brothers-in-law.
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Finding two photos of Finnish men that were taken at a studio on Calumet, Michigan, piqued my interest in the history of Finns in that state. It turns out that Minnesota's Upper Peninsula was one of the main destinations for Finnish emigrants during the period known as Great Finnish Immigration" of 1870 to 1929.
I can only speculate as to why a Finn would have moved half way across America from Michigan to the far southwestern corner of Washington. This fellow or his parents likely relocated to escape the grueling and dangerous work of mining for iron ore and get away from Michigan's harsh winters. Here in Washington they would have enjoyed the lush green landscape of our temperate rain forest. Moreover, while commercial fishing and logging were also taxing and dangerous, at least they took place above ground. Then there was also farming.
It's also possible that, with the influx of immigrants of other nationalities into Michigan, the Finns preferred living the Finnish and Scandinavian communities a part of the country that saw relatively fewer immigrants from central and southern Europe.
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"Finnish Culture of Michigan's Upper Peninsula - Why Did So Many Finns Choose to Settle in Michigan?"
By Claire Weber
Updated on January 30, 2019
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Tourists to the remote towns of the Upper Peninsula (UP) of Michigan may be puzzled by the many Finnish flags adorning local businesses and homes. Evidence of Finnish culture and ancestral pride is ubiquitous in Michigan, which is less surprising when taking into account that Michigan is home to more Finnish Americans than any other state, with the majority of these calling the remote Upper Peninsula home (Loukinen, 1996). In fact, this region has more than fifty times the proportion of Finnish Americans than the rest of the United States (Loukinen, 1996).
The Great Finnish Emigration
Most of these Finnish settlers arrived on American soil during the “Great Finnish Immigration.” Between 1870 and 1929 an estimated 350,000 Finnish immigrants arrived in the United States, many of them settling in an area that would be come to known as the “Sauna Belt,” a region of especially high population density of Finnish Americans encompassing the northern counties of Wisconsin, the northwestern counties of Minnesota, and the central and northern counties of the Upper Peninsula of Michigan (Loukinen, 1996).
But why did so many Finns choose to settle half a world away? The answer lies in the many economic opportunities available in the “Sauna Belt” that were extremely scarce in Finland, a common dream to earn enough money to buy a farm, a need to escape from Russian oppression, and the Finn’s deep cultural connection to the land.
Finding Home Half a World Away
Like Finland, Michigan’s many lakes are the modern day remnants of glacial activity from thousands of years ago. In addition, due to Finland and Michigan’s similar latitude and climate, these two regions have very similar ecosystems.
Both areas are home to seemingly ubiquitous pine-dominated mixed forests, aspens, maples, and picturesque birches.
For those living off the land, both regions are located on beautiful peninsulas with a rich fish stock and woods full of delicious berries. The forests of both Michigan and Finland are home to a plethora of birds, bears, wolves, moose, elk, and reindeer.
Like Finland, Michigan experiences bitterly cold winters and mild summers. As a result of their common high latitude, both experience very long days in the summer and significantly shortened daylight hours in the winter.
It is easy to imagine that many of the Finnish immigrants arriving in Michigan after such a long sea voyage must have felt like they had found a piece of home half a world away.
Economic Opportunities
The primary reason Finnish immigrants chose to immigrate to the US was for the job opportunities available in the mines prevalent in the Great Lakes area. Many of these Finnish immigrants were young, uneducated, unskilled men who had grown up on small rural farms but did not own land themselves (Heikkilä & Uschanov, 2004).
By Finnish rural tradition, the eldest son inherits the family farm. As the family plot of land is generally only large enough to support one family unit; splitting the land among siblings just was not an option. Instead, the oldest son inherited the farm and paid the younger siblings a cash compensation who were then forced to find work elsewhere (Heikkilä & Uschanov, 2004).
The Finnish people have a very deep cultural connection to the land, so many of these younger sons who were unable to inherit land were looking for some way to earn enough money to buy land to operate their own farm.
Now, in this point in history, Finland was experiencing rapid population growth. This rapid population growth was not accompanied by a rapid increase in industrialization, as seen in other European countries during this time, so a widespread job shortage occurred.
At the same time, American employers were actually experiencing a labor shortage. In fact, recruiters were known to come to Finland to encourage frustrated Finns to immigrate to America for work.
After some of the more adventurous Finns took the leap to emigrate and sailed to America, many wrote back home describing all of the opportunities they had found there (Loukinen, 1996). Some of these letters were actually published in local newspapers, encouraging many other Finns to follow them. “Amerika Fever” was spreading like wildfire. For the young, landless sons of Finland, immigration began to seem like the most viable option.
Escaping Russification
The Finns met these efforts to effectively eradicate their culture and political autonomy with widespread backlash, especially when Russia mandated a conscription law that forcibly drafted Finnish men to serve in the Russian Imperial Army.
Many young Finnish men of conscription age saw serving in the Russian Imperial Army as unjust, unlawful, and immoral, and chose instead to emigrate to America illegally without passports or other travel papers.
Like those who ventured to America seeking work, most if not all of these Finnish draft-dodgers had intentions to eventually return to Finland.
The Mines
The Finns were wholly unprepared for the work that awaited them in the iron and copper mines. Many had come from rural farming families and were inexperienced laborers.
Some immigrants report being ordered to begin work the same day that they arrived in Michigan from Finland. In the mines, most of the Finns worked as “trammers,” the equivalent of a human pack mule, responsible for filling and operating wagons with the broken ore. Miners were horrendously overworked and were subjected to extremely dangerous working conditions in an era where labor laws either didn’t properly exist or were largely unenforced.
In addition to being completely ill-equipped for the manual component of mining work, they were equally unprepared for the transition from the completely culturally homogenous rural Finland to a high stress working environment working side by side with other immigrants from many different cultures speaking many different languages. The Finns responded to the massive influx of other cultures by shrinking back into their own community and interacting with other racial groups with great hesitation.
Finns in the Upper Peninsula Today
With such a high proportion of Finnish Americans in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan, it is no wonder that even today Finnish culture is so intricately intertwined with the UP.
The word “Yooper” means several things to the people of Michigan. For one, a Yooper is a colloquial name for someone the Upper Peninsula (derived the acronym “UP”). Yooper is also a linguistic dialect found in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan that is heavily influenced by Finnish due to the masses of Finnish immigrants who settled in Copper Country.
In the UP of Michigan it is also possible to order a “Yooper” from Little Caesar's Pizza, which comes with pepperoni, sausage, and mushrooms. Another signature UP dish is the pasty, a meat turnover that kept the miners satisfied through a hard day’s work in the mine.
Yet another modern reminder of the UP’s Finnish immigrant past lies in Finlandia University, a small private liberal arts college established in 1896 in the thick of Copper Country on the Keweenaw Peninsula of the UP. This University boasts a strong Finnish identity and is the only remaining university established by Finnish immigrants in North America.
Whether it was for economic opportunities, an escape from political oppression, or a strong cultural connection to the land, Finnish immigrants arrived in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan in droves, with most, if not all, believing that they would soon return to Finland. Generations later many of their descendants remain in this peninsula that looks eerily like their motherland; Finnish culture is still a very strong influence in the UP.
Little Devil on a fresh spot
Sorry for not being so present these days but I am overworking :(
Have a cozy Sunday, my Flickr friends
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"Spring has returned. The Earth is like a child that knows poems."
Rainer Maria Rilke
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(Photo work with a photo of mine and background: photo from Goggle)
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Wherever you are off to this morning via the Las Vegas Monorail, do try to remember not to overwork yourself. Your first Big Highlight of this seven day trip is tonight — not this morning, or this afternoon. 😏😎
(Explored nov.6)
The sign of Gemini, having the symbol of 'The Twins' (Κάστωρ και Πολυδεύκης: Castor and Pollux), is considered to be the child of the zodiac. Just as his symbol, a Gemini person will always have two different sides to his changeable personality.
They are clever, sharp and intelligent, but may be extremely satirical at times. Most of the Geminis tend to look younger than their age. They are pretty light on their feet, being here one moment and somewhere else the next. They love to throw surprises, especially when they are in love. The duality of Geminis gives them the ability of doing two things at a time. However, routines bore them and make them feel imprisoned. Drudgery and monotony can easily put them off. Punctuality is not one of the Gemini characteristics.
They also prefer to lead an idealist life, in which they try to stay as far away from lies as possible. However, they can be the perfect con artists if they want to be, without ever getting caught.
Since the brain of Gemini is always overworked, he needs more rest and sleep than the other. Highly imaginative, he is always on the look out for something more. The phrase 'Grass is greener on the other side' suits perfectly to a Gemini. He is always seeking the greener pasture, the brighter star and the bluer sky. He is multi-talented, has an exceptionally good sense of humor and is tactful and diplomatic. However, he does lack patience and persistence. Gemini will never tell his deepest feeling to anyone and gets bored too quickly.
from: www.iloveindia.com/astrology/sun-signs/gemini/index.html
The layer: The stars of the constellation Gemini (Credit: Gemini Observatory/Travis Rector, University of Alaska Anchorage)
Using telephoto lens, I found a businessman copying something, in spite of midnight. Cheers!
ビジネスマンは大変です。
What's an eastern Sierra road trip without a stop at Mono Lake? Despite being such an overworked subject of landscape photographers, it is impossible to resist, and is an enchanting place besides.
This is a partial view from my deck looking over Beaver Lake and the beautiful Ozark mountains in the background.
As I added color to the sketch I was thinking about how to distinguish one plane from the next. The leaves above (foreground) and the trees below the deck railing are on different planes but not sure that is clear in this sketch. The tree tops below sparkled in the late afternoon sun and I don't know how to show that. Any suggestions?
And, as always, the entire sketch is tight and overworked.
After months of being overworked combined with the winter blues, there's nothing better for your mental health than a relaxing, sunny, 80 degree day shooting trains. Here, a UP manifest out of Yard Center rolls over the Kankakee River as viewed from a tree on Island Park. Momence, IL.
Not trying to overwork an idea, but her sash took too long to make to only post once...so here's our favorite outtake from the Jem x Beyoncé Bowl shoot.
first shoot with my beloved sister for ages....
it was sooooooo unbelievable cold.
and again no chance to overwork it. so they're pure.
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Fun personal pics, I worked over 5 hours today fixing my leg alphas so bot parts won't dissapear in shadow work, sorry for the sexyness lol, I worked hard today ;)
I think I finally figured out how to avoid overworking my sketches... Last week, the sun seemed warm enough for me to sit on a log with my sketchbook, but when ice crystals started forming on the brush, it was time to quit!
J'ai enfin trouve le moyen de ne pas compliquer inutilement mes croquis: la semaine dernière, il y avait assez de soleil pour que je sorte mon carnet et pour dessiner un moment, assise sur une souche ... mais quand les cristaux de glace ont commencé a se former au bout du pinceau, il a bien fallu s'arrêter!
Barry's feet ran against the road, each step melting the ice frozen over.
Barry, I found Trickster. Text Joe this address, tell him to bring as many men as he can.
August had done it. Barry didn't know how he did, or why the man messaged him over Joe, but it didn't matter. Jay's words to him echoed through his mind with each step taken.
"You haven't failed him yet."
Bivolo's followed.
"Don't ever stop… being a hero."
Wally would be saved, Barry would make sure of it.
His body came to a halt as he arrived at the address he was texted, a mom and pop shop he'd frequented before. The outside walls were made of brick, with no windows on the second floor. Barry's head turned to his right as bright headlights came into view. As the lights shut off, Barry saw August in the driver's seat.
"Detective Heart," Barry said, greeting the man as he stepped out of his car. "Where's Detective West?"
It was only as he got close that Barry noticed the bloodstains on August's jacket. "I told a friend to inform the CCPD," he said, eyeing the building. "Let's go."
Barry placed a hand in front of August, stopping him in place. "Detective… are you alright?" he asked, eyeing the dried red patterns. "Why are you here alone…"
"Listen, Flash, we don't have time to dance around," August said, throwing Barry's arm off of him. "Wally needs us."
"Alright, yeah," Barry said, turning towards the building. "One moment."
In an instant, Barry dashed into the building, zipping around the ground floor. The dining room was completely void of color, plain tables and chairs being the only thing to fill the room. Stepping into the kitchen, Barry's blood ran cold as he spotted a crimson trail along the tile floor. Following the dried blood, Barry cracked open the freezer, gritting his teeth at the sight. "Dammit," Barry sighed, staring at the restaurant owners laying dead in the freezer.
"He's a psychopath," August said, peering over Barry's shoulder.
"Detective, I said wait outside!" Barry said, startled. "This place could be booby trapped, it's one of Trickster's mo's."
"We don't have time to worry about that and you know it," August said, dismissing Barry and walking through the kitchen. "It's best we leave their bodies there until this thing is over and done with…"
Barry grimaced at the thought, but gently closed the freezer door, the man was right about that much. 'August… what happened?' he thought, nearly asking the man in front of him. He couldn't though, his identity needed to stay a secret.
The two made their way through the kitchen, eventually finding the staircase tucked away in the corner of the room. "I'm gonna check for tripwires," Barry said, stepping in front of August. "It'll only be a second.
"Sure."
With a quick dash, Barry sped up the stairs, dismantling three separate wires laying along the steps. Once done, he stood at the top of the staircase, tossing the wires to ground. After nodding to August, Barry turned, opening the door to the second floor.
The room was large, filled with oversized toys and trinkets alike. August's footsteps could be heard behind him, but the louder sound was a metal crank from inside the room. Taking a step forward, Barry spotted Jesse, sitting in a bean bag with a weapon in his hand. Wally was strapped to the machine from the video, though it now seemed to glow.
'What kind of madman…'
"Jesse!"
Barry's thought was interrupted by August, who stormed into the room.
"August?" Wally asked, looking up at the duo. "Flash! I knew it!"
The sound of shifting metal was caught by Barry's ears, his eyes locking onto a moving metal plate below August's feet.
"August lookout!"
"Detective!" Barry shouted, dashing to August and pushing him from harm's way. Not a moment after a saw blade launched from the floor gap, embedding itself in the ceiling. "Are you okay?" Barry asked, earning a nod in response.
"I was really hoping that'd get one of you…" Trickster pouted, hopping up from the beanbag. "You've got good eyes, kid. Too bad they'll be attached to a corpse soon!"
"Not on my watch," Barry mumbled, dashing towards Jesse. A speed punch sent the older man backwards, dropping the large weapon he was holding. Jesse smirked, tapping the buckle of his belt. A second later, the dropped weapon exploded, adhesive like goo splattering around the room.
Barry attempted to dodge, but the spread of the explosion was too wide, pinning him to the wall. "Dammit!" he shouted, trying to pull himself free. His gaze caught Wally's, his heart dropping at the fear in the boy's eyes.
The sound of thunder from outside echoed loudly, causing Jesse to exhibit a wicked smile. "Well, since you're trapped… villainous monologue time!" he shouted with glee. "You're probably wondering, 'What? The detective is still here, he's fumbling.' Well if that's what you're thinking, you're wrong, here's why…"
With a press of a button, the ceiling began to open, revealing the night sky above them. Barry's eyes flickered from the forming clouds back down to Jesse. "Let him go, Jesse," he ordered.
"Let me finish my monologue!" Jesse replied, clearing his throat. "As you can see here, the West boy is strapped to a brilliant device built by… some guy, I don't remember his name. Anywho, the design is a special one, with blueprints made from your pal Weather Wizard."
"Mardon?" Barry asked, eyes widening as he realized the device's true purpose. "Jesse…"
"Bingo!" Jesse said, smiling wide. "His brother came to me after the breakout saying how they owe me a favor… something about those mafia folk, always with the favors... I went ahead and cashed it in early."
"Why…" Barry asked, trying to pull himself free.
"It's meant to be ironic, y'know?" Jesse explained, drawing squiggles on his chest with a finger. "The whole lightning bolt thing is your motif after all, I thought it was self explanatory."
"Not the device, why Wally!?" Barry shouted, pulling on the adhesive to no avail. "He did nothing to you! He's not a part of this!"
"Not a part of this, hm?" Jesse asked, bringing his hand to his chin. "If I remember correctly, an Iris West interrupted our little squabble, no? She wasn't a part of this either."
"It's not the same and you know it!"
Suddenly, August charged Jesse, striking him with a rising elbow. Following up the attack with a left hook, August sent the villain to the ground, now bleeding from the mouth. "Stop trying to reason with him!" August shouted towards Barry. Jesse looked up at August with a smile, earning a kick to the head.
Jesse rolled to the side, avoiding a second kick. Grabbing onto August's foot, he tripped the detective, pulling him to the ground. Pressing a button on his belt, his hand inflated, now mimicking a boxing glove. Slamming his hand down, he landed a brutal strike in August, tearing the man's lip open. A second strike caused a mixture of spit and blood to fly, painting the floor.
August blocked the third strike, using the momentum to flip Jesse over his head. Pulling himself to a stand, August kicked Jesse in the ribs, twice, before grabbing him by the collar. Dragging the man to a stand, August pinned Jesse against the wall, punching him in the face once more.
"How do we turn it off!?" August shouted as more thunder rolled in.
"Oh honey…" Jesse said, giggling, "you can't turn it off. That's the trick!"
August's eyes widened, his head swivelling to look at Wally. The boy was shaking in the chair, tears running down his face and mouth parted. "August?" he mumbled, staring into his eyes.
"Let him go… now!"
Barry watched as August interrogated Jesse, his eyes shifting to Wally every so often. He was stuck. His arms were bound and he couldn't phase his body out of the adhesive. He was stuck watching Wally die. Stuck watching August suffer.
He was stuck as another person died before his eyes.
A sound akin to a hummingbird began to resonate throughout the room.
He was stuck, unable to save even one person.
Wind began to pick up, swirling around Barry.
He was stuck while his brother fell into the same madness he was.
His body began to vibrate uncontrollably.
"Not… again!" Barry shouted, both Wally and August's heads shifting to him. "I won't sit by and watch him die!"
The wind in the room became stronger as various toys and trinkets were pulled into its funnel. The goo stuck to Barry was pushed off him, his body beginning to rotate at insane speeds. Barry was spinning his entire body like a hurricane, like The Top. Stopping in place, the wind dispersed, the goo splattering along the floor and walls, toys scattering around the room.
Another crackle of thunder sounded off, causing Barry's eyes to sparkle with golden light.
Barry felt time around him freeze. The blue of the lightning lit up the room as it traveled downward, directly towards Wally. It was moving fast, too fast. He still couldn't phase another person, it was too risky. The restraints were welded shut, so he wouldn't be able to pry Wally out of the chair.
He couldn't just stand and watch Wally die.
So he ran.
His body crashed through the brick of the building's wall, falling from the second story to the street below. His left arm was now shattered from the impact, hanging limply at his side, but it didn't matter. None of that mattered.
The moment his feet hit the ground, sounds of thunder resonated throughout the night. He was off. Each step he took cracked the pavement beneath him. Each movement caused every overworked muscle in his body to burn. Each second he took was another chance Wally could die.
'Faster,' he thought, lightning sparking off his body like a firework as he sped up even further. 'Faster, Barry! C'mon!'
The sonic boom that followed obliterated windows from the buildings he passed, filling the road and sidewalks with broken glass. Street signs were bent and trees fell over, as if Barry's speed was an aura, ravaging the world around him. He needed to make it, CCPD was a block away. He had to make it.
Prepping his right arm, Barry burst into the CCPD, blowing the doors off the building. People in the lobby were sent careening back, but all Barry could do was hope they'd be unharmed. The shard of glass now lodged in Barry's bicep went almost unnoticed as the man ran up the stairs, stumbling into his lab.
The rack of chemicals practically glowed in the night, each different colored vial and beaker shining brightly. Raising his stabbed arm, he began grabbing the vials, mixing them together to create one single concoction.
'Need to be faster than the reaction,' he thought, dipping his finger into the mixture to stir, ignoring the burn. 'Faster than lightning… Faster than-'
Barry capped the mixture, gripping it tightly as he launched himself out through the Lab's window, riddling his body with glass. The landing was ungraceful, Barry's knees buckling from the pressure, causing him to stumble. His hand held a firm grip on the chemicals, lightning flashing across his eyes.
He could see the lightning strike from blocks away, he wasn't going to make it. With a guttural scream, Barry launched forward, tearing his boots to shreds. The glass lodged in his body cracked and crumbled from the sheer speed he was going, leaving the bloody shards all along the street.
"Move!" he cried out as he approached the building.
Like a catapult, Barry launched himself through the hole he'd made with a single leap. As he reentered the building, the lightning strike was centimeters away from Wally. His body was careening through the air and he had no time to stop himself. If he crashed, it would be too late.
He had no options left, so he launched the chemicals forward, the vial spiraling through the air like a football. His body came crashing down onto the floor, his already shattered arm taking even more damage. As he rolled along the ground, his eyes caught Wally's own.
Then thunder struck as the lightning bolt connected with the vial.
The room exploded with light, the force sending Barry's broken body flying into the wall. August and Jesse were both knocked down, the latter's head slamming against the brick wall in the process.
As the light faded, Barry opened his eyes, looking for any signs of life from Wally. Tears began to fall as his gaze locked onto the ginger boy, standing unharmed from the lightning. Barry took note of the ice blue electricity that sparked off his body, giving him an ethereal glow. The corners of Barry's mouth curved slightly, a small giggle slipping from his lips.
He saved him.
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NEXT TIME: Homebound, a New Door Opens!
German postcard by Ross Verlag, no. 4602/3, 1929-1930. Photo: Paramount.
American actress Clara Bow (1905-1965) rose to stardom as an uninhibited flapper in silent films during the 1920s. Her appearance as a plucky shopgirl in the film It (1927) brought her global fame and the nickname 'The It Girl'. Bow came to personify the Roaring Twenties and is described as its leading sex symbol.
Clara Gordon Bow was born in a run-down tenement in old Brooklyn in 1905 and was raised in poverty and violence. Her often absentee and brutish father, Robert Bow, who hailed from a large and once well-off family of Scottish and English descent, could not or did not provide. Her schizophrenic mother, the former Sarah Gordon, tried to slit Clara's throat when the girl spoke of becoming an actress. Bow, nonetheless, won a national photo beauty contest, "The Fame and Fortune Contest". Girls from all over the country competed, and the 1st Prize was a part in a movie. Bow showed up in ragged clothes and the other girls smirked at her. The contest judges paid no attention until she did her screen test - and then they unanimously chose her over all the other girls. Bow lit up the screen and got the part but it was later cut from the movie. Clara was taken to Hollywood by independent producer B.P. Schulberg, who used her sexually and financially. She would eventually star in 58 films, from 1922 to 1933. Schulberg billed her as "The Hottest Jazz Baby in Films" for The Plastic Age (Wesley Ruggles, 1925). Her other silent films included hits such as Mantrap (Victor Fleming, 1926), It (Clarence Badger, 1927), and Wings (William A. Wellman, 1927) with Charles 'Buddy' Rogers, Richard Arlen, and Gary Cooper. Denny Jackson at IMDb: "The movie It (1927) defined her career. The film starred Clara as a shopgirl who was asked out by the store's owner. As you watch the silent film you can see the excitement as she prepared for her date with the boss, her friend trying hard to assist her. She used a pair of scissors to modify her dress to try to look "sexier." The movie did much to change society's mores as there were only a few years between World War I and Clara Bow, but this movie went a long way in how society looked at itself. Clara was flaming youth in rebellion. In the film, she presented worldly wisdom that somehow sex meant having a good time. But the movie shouldn't mislead the viewer, because when her boss tries to kiss her goodnight, she slaps him."
Clara Bow was named first box-office draw in 1928 and 1929 and second box-office draw in 1927 and 1930. Her presence in a motion picture was said to have ensured investors, by odds of almost 2-to-1, a 'safe return". Maeve at IMDb: "She could flirt with the camera just by looking into it with her big brown eyes and mischievous bow-tie grin. She exuded sex appeal from every pore in her little body and was not afraid to flaunt it. She personified "flaming youth in rebellion". Her characters were always working-class gals; manicurists, showgirls, and the like. Her movies reportedly emancipated many young people from the restrictive morals of their parents. " At the apex of her stardom, she received more than 45,000 fan letters in a single month (January 1929). Also, she was probably the most overworked and underpaid star in the industry. With the coming of sound, her popularity waned. Clara was also involved in several court battles ranging from unpaid taxes to "stealing" women's husbands. She had very public affairs (her euphemism was "engagements") with a score of leading men and directors, including Victor Fleming, Gary Cooper, and Gilbert Roland. Her secretary and best friend, Daisy de Voe, was caught embezzling from her. Nasty rumors about her sexuality floated around the movie colony, including one about her taking on the entire USC Football Team one night, which was finally disproved by a biographer, David Stenn. When Bow took de Voe to court, the secretary told the court about and the press reported uncensored details of Bow's sex life, much of which was exaggerated. After the court trials, Bow made a couple of attempts to get back in the public eye. One was Call Her Savage (John Francis Dillon, 1932), somewhat of a failure at the box office. In 1932, she married cowboy star Rex Bell and two years later, Bow retired from acting and became a rancher in Nevada. Her final film was Hoop-La (Frank Lloyd, 1933). She doted on her two sons, actor Rex Bell Jr. (b. 1934) and George Robert (b. 1938), and did everything to please them. Haunted by a weight problem and a mental imbalance, she never re-entered show business. She was confined to sanitariums from time to time and prohibited access to her beloved sons. In 1965, Bow died of a heart attack in West Los Angeles at the age of 60.
Sources: Denny Jackson (IMDb), Wikipedia, and IMDb.
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This picture shows a female avatar having a revenge on another female avatar. And it has nothing to do with what's going on in my Second Life at the moment, so don't overthink it ! ;).
I find this style more witchy than deadly but that coffin was waiting for me there and I REALLY had to do something with that ! For the RL thanatophobic person I am, this shot wasn't that easy. You go like "yes, but do I want to stare at a coffin for minutes as I'm overworking those pics in photoshop ?". Anyways, this look is all but recycling, for once ! It doesn't include so much older items but a lot of group gifts from different stores so you can make yourself fabulous and less expensive at the same time. Isn't that wonderful ? Yes it is !
I am wearing the crop shirt and tank from ISON I showed yesterday in another outfit, this one in a very dark version : shows how versatile SL items can be !
The Revenge outfit has been created using :
Body/Head/Shape :
Body : Legacy (f 1.3)
Head + Piercings : Lelutka Evo Head Fleur 2.5
Custom homemade shape
Skin, Make-up, Hair & Nails :
Skin : PUMEC Nadya RARE 1 January + body skin (
Eyeshadow : Velour Winnie in grey
Lipstick : IDTTY Wild Babe 6
Blush : Essences Blush Contour Middle Peach
Eyebags : Izzie's Eyebags
Smeared mascara : Izzie's smeared mascara
Nose blood : Izzie's bloody nose dark
Scar : Suicidal Unborn Scar #01 tone 7 left (group gift)
Eyes L&R : Suicidal Unborn Nova (group gift)
Tattoo : Mister Razzor Bonnie tattoo 75%
Hair : DOUX Cyanna Hairstyle (Equal 10 2021/01)
Ears : PUMEC Gothic Longing mesh ears (group gift)
Knee wounds : Izzie's Knee Wounds
Outfit & accessories :
Nails : Nylon Outfitters Art Nails - murderer
Glasses : Triggered Witchcraft glasses
Rings : Cultxx Midnight rings (FAMESHED)
Leg warmers : Cultxx Poe (were on sale last weekend !)
Shorts : Asteroidbox Natalia shorts with fishnet & garters (Equal10 2021/01)
Tops : ISON dayami tank & crop shirt in black (Collabor88 2021/01)
Shoes : Ricielli Adira Shoes (I think I found it at Cosmopolitan 2021/01 but have a check !)
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The sun was in and out like an overworked fiddler's elbow this morning. Sometimes though, in my opinion, it's better photographically when it's in, like with this shot.
I spotted this bee on one of the small thistle flowers on the Rough Pastureland near my home this morning.
Looks like she died as she had lived ... working.
I actually found a second one in our wild garden at home ... simply overworked or something more sinister?
Shades of "This is a dead parrot"?
After a week doing nothing creative I made this little small watercolour. From a photo of course (no Red Currants in the garden now) Not really happy with the result. Overworking and making browns not greens, things like that......
Small watercolour: 8 x 5 cm on Canson.
My husband and I took a laborious walk in the woods on Sunday, looking for just the right tree branch. The idea was to find a nicely twisted branch that could be made into a unique walking stick. Just getting back to the woods wore me out. The snow was at least 18 inches deep most of the way and hubby had talked me into wearing rubber boots since "it's slushy back there." Rubber boots are nice for mud but a terrible amount of work for slippery snow. An hour later we were clear in the back and I could barely walk; I'd overworked my leg muscles and each step took effort!
We came across lots of animal tracks, including turkey, white-tailed deer, rabbit, squirrel, coyote, neighbor's dog and possibly even skunk and possum. It was interesting to figure out the "stories" behind all the tracks while we made our own and the weather was finally quite good; not nearly as cold, bright blue skies, and no precipitation! Yay!
It wasn't until we were headed back that we came across a small tree with very smooth bark and a couple of amazing twirly twists. While hubby sawed it down I kept my camera trained on a brown blob up in the (aspen?) trees. I finally took a couple photos but it's difficult to tell it's even a squirrel. He did not move the entire time I stood waiting, and it was at least 10 minutes... My husband said it was "an original" fox squirrel; one of the older breeds that has not been cross-bred and lost its extremely bushy tail. And it was obviously an older one who had learned that staying still meant not being eaten...
You wouldn’t think of a sporting goods store as a New York City landmark, you might not even think of Manhattan as a place to find the equipment needed for roughing it. But Paragon Sporting Goods has it all and they sell it the old fashion way, with a professional sales staff that actually know something about the products they sell.
A lot of fond memories for me in those windows. This was the place where I purchased my first rod and reel and learned a lot about fishing in the process. With my first backpacking equipment purchase, a copy of Colin Fletcher’s “The New Complete Walker” got thrown in for free because “You’ve just go to read this one” and the salesman was so right. Paragon was the only decent NYC place for hiking boots and still is since Manhattan EMS already came and went. I got all of my golf clubs there while learning everything from the proper way to get out of a sand trap to the best 19th Holes near most of the city golf courses and driving ranges. Paragon was the place for my first (and only) tennis racket, turned out that I was no Björn Borg. Later on I was a pretty decent paddleball, racquetball and squash customer. Those early 1990’s rollerblades, helmet and all those pads that were hardly used and still taunt me from my closet came from Paragon.
But so much for my fond memories. I have not been in Paragon in years but as I passed by and realized it is still there I had to stop in to see why it has not been replaced by a big ugly box with hiding stock boys who don’t speak English and minimum wage overworked young ladies at cash registers. Obviously they pretty much have a Manhattan monopoly on climbing and fishing gear, but how does a Manhattan establishment with prices way below Bergdorf Goodman hold onto salespeople who know about what they sell and makes it a point to learn customers’ names manage to not be undersold?
It's still a mystery to me because I didn't find out much beyond a greeting at the door. But it's nice to know that even with F.A.O. Schwartz gone when the big boys (and gals) need toys they can still do it in style.
Finished the long pose well before time and rather than overwork it I decided to capture an impression of the rest of the group at work. About 10 minutes I think but too busy drawing to time it properly.
German postcard by Edgar Medien AG. Photo: Touchstone Pictures / Bueno Vista International. Kate Beckinsale in Pearl Harbor (Michael Bay, 2001).
English actress Kate Beckinsale (1973) started her career in British costume dramas during the 1990s. From 2001 on, she starred in such Hollywood blockbusters as Pearl Harbor (2001), Van Helsing (2003) and The Aviator (2004). After her role as Selene in the Underworld film series (2003–2016), Beckinsale is also known for her work in action films.
Kate Beckinsale was born in 1973 in Finsbury Park, London, or in Hounslow, Middlesex, England (the sources differ). However, she has resided in London for most of her life. Her mother is actress Judy Loe, and her father was actor Richard Beckinsale, who starred in popular British television comedies during the 1970s. He passed away tragically early in 1979 at the age of 31. She is the younger half-sister of actress Samantha Beckinsale. Kate attended the private school Godolphin and Latymer School in London for her grade and primary school education. In her teens, she twice won the British bookseller W.H. Smith Young Writers' competition - once for three short stories and once for three poems. After a tumultuous adolescence (including a bout of anorexia), she gradually took up the profession of acting. Her major acting debut came in the TV film One Against the Wind (Larry Elikann, 1991), about World War II. Kate began attending Oxford University's New College in the fall of 1991, majoring in French and Russian literature. She had already decided that she wanted to act, but to broaden her horizons she chose university over drama school. While in her first year at Oxford, Kate received her big break in the film adaptation of William Shakespeare's Much Ado About Nothing (Kenneth Branagh, 1993). Kate worked in three other films while attending Oxford, beginning with a part in the medieval historical drama Prince of Jutland (Gabriel Axel, 1994), starring Christian bale, Gabriel Byrne, and Helen Mirren. The film was shot during the spring of 1993 on location in Denmark, and she filmed her supporting part during New College's Easter break. Later in the summer of that year, she played the lead in the thriller Uncovered (Jim McBride, 1994). Before she went back to school, her third year at university was spent at Oxford's study-abroad program in Paris. This year caused her to re-evaluate the direction of her life. She faced a choice: continue with school or concentrate on her flourishing acting career. After much thought, she chose an acting career. In the spring of 1994, Kate left Oxford, after finishing three years of study.
Kate Beckinsale appeared in the BBC/Thames Television costume comedy Cold Comfort Farm (John Schlesinger, 1995), which later opened in American cinemas to spectacular reviews, grossing over $5 million during its American run. It was re-released to U.K. cinemas in the spring of 1997. Acting on the stage consumed the first part of 1995; she toured in England with the Thelma Holts Theatre Company production of Anton Chekhov's 'The Seagull'. After turning down several mediocre scripts, she waited seven months before another interesting role was offered to her. It was the horror film Haunted (Lewis Gilbert, 1995), starring opposite Aidan Quinn and John Gielgud. In this film, she wanted to play "an object of desire", unlike her past performances where her characters were much less the siren and more the worldly innocent. Then followed a TV adaptation of Jane Austen's novel Emma (Diarmuid Lawrence, 1996), and the crime comedy Shooting Fish (Stefan Schwartz, 1997), in which she played Georgie, an altruistic con artist. She started film work in the United States in the small-scale dramas The Last Days of Disco (Whit Stillman, 1998) with Chloë Sevigny, and Brokedown Palace (Jonathan Kaplan, 1999) with Claire Danes. In 1999, she had a daughter, Lily Mo Sheen, with actor Michael Sheen with whom she dated from 1995 to 2003. They met when cast in a touring production of 'The Seagull' in early 1995 and moved in together shortly afterwards. After their separation, Beckinsale and Sheen remain close friends.
In 2000, Kate Beckinsale starred in the costume drama The Golden Bowl (James Ivory, 2000) with Edward Fox and Anjelica Huston. The screenplay by Ruth Prawer Jhabvala is based on the 1904 novel of the same name by Henry James, who considered the work his masterpiece. Then she landed the lead female role in the Hollywood blockbuster Pearl Harbor (Michael Bay, 2001) after Charlize Theron pulled out. She played a nurse torn between two pilots (played by Ben Affleck and Josh Hartnett). The film was a box office success, earning $59 million in its opening weekend and nearly $450 million worldwide, but received generally negative reviews from critics. A little gem was the romantic comedy Serendipity ( Peter Chelsom, 2001) with John Cusack. The film has grossed over $77 million at the worldwide box office. She played a vampire in Underworld (Len Wiseman, 2003), a surprise box-office hit that gained a cult following. Director and star fell in love, and the following year, she married Wiseman. The success of the film led to four more films between 2006 and 2016, The Underworld series, which follows a war between vampires and werewolves (called 'Lycans' in the films). Despite receiving generally negative reviews from critics, the five films have amassed a strong fan following and have grossed a total of $539 million, against a combined budget of $212 million. Normally slender, Beckinsale gained twenty pounds for roles in 2004 - ten pounds for her role as a vampire hunter in Van Helsing (Stephen Sommers, 2004) opposite Hugh Jackman, and another ten pounds to portray the voluptuous Ava Gardner in the Howard Hughes biopic The Aviator (Martin Scorsese, 2004), starring Leonardo DiCaprio. In 2006, Beckinsale reprised her role as Selene in the successful vampire sequel Underworld: Evolution, directed by her husband. Her daughter had a small role as the younger Selene. Beckinsale's second film appearance of 2006 was opposite Adam Sandler and Christopher Walken in Click (Frank Coraci, 2006), a comedy about an overworked family man who discovers a magical remote control that allows him to control time. It grossed $237 million worldwide from a production budget of $82.5 million. She replaced Sarah Jessica Parker after she dropped out of the horror-thriller Vacancy (Nimród Antal, 2007) with Luke Wilson. Then followed the family drama Everybody's Fine (Kirk Jones, 2009), starring Robert De Niro. It is a remake of Giuseppe Tornatore's Italian film Stanno tutti bene/Everybody's Fine (1990).
Unable to find a script she felt passionate about, kate Beckinsale kept a low profile in 2010 and 2011, opting to spend time with her daughter. Beckinsale returned to acting in 2012 with appearances in three action films. The first was the action thriller Contraband (Baltasar Kormákur, 2012), starring Mark Wahlberg and based on the Icelandic film, Reykjavík-Rotterdam (Óskar Jónasson, 2008) starring Baltasar Kormákur. Beckinsale next reprised her role as Selene in the fourth installment of the vampire franchise Underworld: Awakening (Måns Mårlind and Björn Stein, 2008). The franchise was initially conceived of as a trilogy and Beckinsale was not "intending to do another one" but was convinced by the quality of the script. Beckinsale also appeared as the wife of a factory worker (Colin Farrell) in the Sci-Fi action remake Total Recall (2012), directed by her husband Len Wiseman. The film received mainly negative reviews. In 2014, Beckinsale starred in the psychological thriller The Face of an Angel (Michael Winterbottom, 2014) alongside Daniel Brühl. The film was inspired by the case of Meredith Kercher. In the romantic comedy Love & Friendship (Whit Stillman, 2016), Beckinsale reunited with her Last Days of Disco collaborators, Stillman and Chloë Sevigny. Based on Jane Austen's 'Lady Susan', the film revolved around her role as the title character, a wry and calculating widow, as she pursues a wealthy and hapless man for marriage originally intended for her daughter, though she eventually marries him herself. The film was universally acclaimed by critics and found commercial success in arthouse cinemas. She was among over 80 women who accused Harvey Weinstein of sexual harassment or assault in October 2017. She acted in the British film Farming (2018), written and directed by Adewale Akinnuoye-Agbaje, based on his own childhood. The plot is about a child whose Yorubá parents give him to a white working-class family in London in the 1960s, and who grows up to join a white skinhead gang led by a white supremacist. Kate Beckinsale lives in Venice, California because it reminds her of London. She divorced Len Wiseman in 2019. Beckinsale will next star in the upcoming American action film Jolt (Tanya Wexler, 2021) from a screenplay by Scott Wascha.
Sources: Wikipedia and IMDb.
And, please check out our blog European Film Star Postcards.
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un gioco di parole in inglese: "intensa ammirazione" ma anche l'ammirazione della torre...
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too many things to do... few time...
I’m busy with overwork... :-(
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much better large size and on black - molto meglio in grande e su sfondo nero
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I spent 7 nights and 8 days in London in August with my family, Tiziano and Giulia and their families.
I’m trying to show 100 shots that I’ve made there, that represent my “London point of view”.
14 August:
■ Tower hill & the Tower
Tower Bridge
Southbank /City Hall
Millennium Bridge
Tate modern
The Strand
Thanks for all your kind comments to my last photos …
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Grazie per tutti i gentili commenti alle mie ultime foto…
Had the luxury of a convenient table to sit at for this sketch of two houses in Elterwater ... but always wary of being too comfortable because of the temptation to take to overwork things just because I'm sitting down.
Columns and Shadows
The columns rise like sentinels outside the hospital entrance—tall, cold, and too clean, like the bones of something ancient and uncaring. You step beneath them slowly, each stride heavy with the weight of what-ifs and maybes. The automatic doors hiss open with the sterile indifference of a machine that's seen too many stories pass through—some ending in relief, others in silence.
Inside, the air is dry and smells faintly of antiseptic and old coffee. Shadows stretch long across the waiting room floor as the late afternoon sun filters through high windows, casting the chairs and plastic plants into exaggerated shapes—monsters or angels, depending on your mood.
You hesitate at the threshold. Maybe it’s the pain in your chest, or maybe it’s something less physical, more like memory. The last time you came here, they said the word “serious” more than once. The doctor’s face was composed, but his eyes flickered—just a moment of truth peeking out from beneath his professional mask.
Now you’re back. Maybe for answers. Maybe for the end.
Hope walks beside you, thin and tired but still breathing. Despair trails not far behind, more comfortable here—slinking through corridors like it belongs. You wonder if you’re being overly dramatic, but then again, hospitals are where the soul gets loud. Everything feels sharper here: the cough of a stranger, the beep of a machine, the way a nurse brushes past without seeing you, her scrubs swishing like the wings of some overworked guardian angel.
You sit. The chair groans under your weight, but no one looks. This is a place where people don't stare—where eyes stay on magazines, phones, the floor. Where pain is common currency, and everyone pays in quiet.
A child laughs somewhere down the hallway, and for a moment, the sound cuts through the gloom like sunlight. It’s jarring, that laugh—like a stubborn weed pushing through cracked concrete. It reminds you: life is still happening here, even as death circles, peeking through ICU curtains, riding elevators in silence.
You watch the light on the floor move inch by inch, sliding toward you like time itself, slow and unstoppable. You close your eyes, just for a second.
You breathe in.
Maybe it’s the last time.
Maybe it’s not.
But either way, you walked through those columns, through the shadows. That counts for something.
THIS LOOKS GREAT LARGE | There is a story in this old house -- a novel, if you will -- about a family beset with pain and hopelessness. I can see the father returning home from one of his many jobs. Back then the yard was clean and the grass was mowed and the rose bushes bloomed carefree and without ceasing.
One day dad didn't make it in to dinner. His tired and overworked heart just gave out. He laid on the dusty ground at the tail-end of his old Chevrolet parked in the little driveway breathless and in the uniform of his night job. His three children barely saw their dad and his wife always complained of the same thing. Now he was dead. And the Mrs. followed not long afterwards, stricken with grief and hoplessness over the future of her children. They were inducted into the foster care system and were split up-- never to see their old house again.
Although the story is fiction and still being written, the house is real. This is my interpretation.
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Historical or traditional use (may or may not be supported by scientific studies): The historical use of passion flower is not dissimilar to its current use as a mild sedative. Medicinal use of the herb did not begin until the late 19th century in the United States. Passion flower was used to treat nervous restlessness and gastrointestinal spasms. In short, the effects of passion flower were believed to be primarily on the nervous system, particularly for anxiety due to mental worry and overwork.
Active constituents: For many years, plant researchers believed that a group of harman alkaloids were the active constituents in passion flower. Recent studies, however, have pointed to the flavonoids in passion flower as the primary constituents responsible for its relaxing and anti-anxiety effects. European herbal pharmacopoeias typically recommend passion flower products containing no less than 0.8% total flavonoids. The European literature involving passion flower recommends it primarily for the treatment of mild to moderate anxiety. In this context, it is often combined with valerian, lemon balm, and other herbs with sedative properties.