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"Who dares summon the master of glib, the deliverer of one-liners and the shogun of sarcasm?" ~ Wade Wilson
I'm driving all day tomorrow and the tyre pressure warning came on in the car on the way home. So I went out later to the garage and sorted it out, stopping in an archway leading to an alley on the way back.
It is my hope that in many years, future civilisations will read this epic tale of adventure and think what a swashbuckling time human beings had in 2022.
Why isn't there a sarcasm font?
Cavendish Mews is a smart set of flats in Mayfair where flapper and modern woman, the Honourable Lettice Chetwynd has set up home after coming of age and gaining her allowance. To supplement her already generous allowance, and to break away from dependence upon her family, Lettice has established herself as a society interior designer, so her flat is decorated with a mixture of elegant antique Georgian pieces and modern Art Deco furnishings, using it as a showroom for what she can offer to her well heeled clients.
Today we are in the kitchen of Lettice’s flat: Edith, her maid’s, preserve, where Frank Leadbetter, the young grocery delivery boy and sometimes window dresser of Mr. Willison’s Grocery in Binney Street, Mayfair, has just finished unpacking Edith’s latest grocery order for the household. Edith has been stepping out with Frank for a while now, and now that they are committed to one another, they hope to make it official soon by announcing their engagement to Edith’s parents and Frank’s grandmother, Mrs. McTavish.
“Do you have time to stop for tea, Frank?” Edith asks cheerfully as she places a can of tinned peaches onto a lower shelf of the kitchen dresser.
“If we make it a quick one, yes.” Frank agrees tentatively. “I still have to make a delivery to Lady Hackney’s cook all the way up along Upper Brook Street*, and finally a drop off some groceries to Hilda at the Channon’s in Hill Street.”
“Well luckily the pot’s not long been filled,” Edith replies, patting the top of the white china teapot sitting on the table, covered with a tea cosy knitted in yellow, blue, purple and cream by her mother, Ada. “Sit of a spell.” She smiles indicating to a chair drawn up to the table. “We need to give you a bit of strength for you to cycle all the way down Upper Brook Street.”
“Thanks Edith,” Frank sighs gratefully as he slips into the worn seat of the Windsor chair at the top of Edith’s deal pine kitchen table. “I wish Lady Hackney’s cook was as hospitable as you.”
“A bit of tartar**, is she?” Edith asks as she withdraws a Delftware cup and saucer from the kitchen dresser and puts it on the table next to hers.
“Is she ever! She barks orders and looks down her nose at me.” Frank opines. “As if she’s any better than me.”
“Of course she isn’t, Frank.” Edith assures her beau soothingly as she takes a seat in her usual Windsor chair adjunct to Frank’s. “She’s just like me.” She pauses. “Shall I be mother then***?”
“Yes please Edith!” Frank replies eagerly as he picks up the Delftware jug and sloshes some milk into his teacup**** before adding a dash to Edith’s as well. Edith picks up the pot and pours tea for Frank into his cup before then filling her own. “And you’re nothing like Lady Hackney’s cook.”
“No, Frank!” Edith giggles, returning the pot to the table. “I only meant that she’s a servant, just like me, or even you for that matter. It doesn’t matter who she works for. She could even work for Their Majesties, and she’d still be a servant.”
“Oh!” Frank adds two spoonfuls of sugar to his tea and stirs it before handing the sugar bowl and teaspoon to his sweetheart who accepts them from him.
Frank looks at the surface of the table. Across it are spread several colourful, glossy film magazines including Picturegoer***** and Photoplay****** alongside a copy of the Daily Mail.
“I see you’re keeping busy.” Frank notes with an air of sarcasm as he picks up a copy of Photo Play Magazine******* featuring a rather striking coloured portrait of motion picture star Norma Shearer******** painted by Earl Christy*********. In the portrait she gazes up over her shoulder with kohl rimmed eyes, an image that is both striking and provocative at the same time to his mind.
“Oh Frank!” Edith hisses. “Can’t a poor hard-working girl have a tea break?”
“Only if her tea break is with her best beau.” Frank smirks cheekily.
“I’ll have you know, Frank Leadbetter, that I’d not long finished ironing Miss Lettice’s newspaper********** before you arrived to deliver my grocery order.”
Frank murmurs a muffled agreement with his sweetheart, eyeing her with a knowing look.
“And I was just taking a break before I settled down to decide what took Miss Lettice for diner,” Edith defends as she pats two small cookbooks perched on the edge of the table to her left. “Since she is dining in tonight.”
Frank nods but continues to eye her knowingly.
“Oh, you are awful, Frank!” Edith sighs in exasperation.
“I don’t mind what you do in your spare time.” Frank says, smiling a little more broadly as he speaks. “I just hope Miss Lettice doesn’t catch you enjoying these magazines on her time.”
“No fear.” Edith chuckles. “I think after five years, I have finally cured her of barging into my kitchen unannounced like she was used to doing when I first came here. All the same though,” she adds a little self-righteously. “I think I do have the right to stop for a tea break during the morning, and I don’t think Miss Lettice would bemoan me for that. I have been up since six after all.”
“I’m sure she wouldn’t. You don’t have to prove anything to me.” Frank agrees, chuckling to himself as he takes a sip of his tea.
“What?” Edith asks, glaring at Frank. “What’s so funny?”
“You are Edith.” Frank admits. “I do love it when I can rile you up just a little. You are even prettier when you are being self-defensive.”
Edith sits back in her seat, looking appalled. “I have a right mind to throw this tea all over you, Frank Leadbetter!” she mutters.
“What, and ruin all your precious moving picture magazines in the process?” Frank exclaims. “I don’t think so!”
Edith looks anxiously at her magazines on the table. “Well, perhaps I’ll move them first. Then I’ll fling this tea on you.”
“Well, I like that!” Frank retorts with a snort and a good-natured guffaw. “My best girl prefers her magazines over me!”
“That will teach you for riling me up, Frank Leadbetter!” Edith says with a smirk, unable to hold the pretence of appearing to be angry with her sweetheart any longer.
The pair settle back comfortably in their seats, laughing happily together as they sip their tea and look at one another with love and affection.
“Frank,” Edith ask tentatively. “Do you think I should have my hair bobbed?” She pats the side of her wavy blonde hair, which is fastened in a chignon at the back of her neck.
“What?” Frank gasps, choking on his mouthful of tea as he does. Coughing, he quickly covers his mouth with his hand to make sure he doesn’t splutter on Edith’s magazines.
“Let me get you some water, Frank!” Edith exclaims, as she goes to get up from her seat.
“No. No!” Frank manages to answer her, pushing his right arm out across Edith’s waist to bar her from getting up. “I’ll… be fine.” After a few more coughs he manages to ask hoarsely, “Why on earth do you want to get your hair bobbed, Edith?” He reaches out his right hand again but this time he places it with a gentle and loving touch upon her tresses draped partially across her ear. “It’s so soft and lovely as it is.”
“But don’t you think I’d look glamorous with bobbed hair, Frank?” Edith asks. She leans forward and pulls her latest copy of Photoplay from beneath the Picture Play magazine with Norma Shearer on the cover. Edith holds up the magazine next to her face. On the cover of Photoplay is a portrait of newcomer silent picture actress Louise Brooks*********** posing dramatically in a cheongsam************ holding a fan up to her cheek. “Like her! Look at how stylish it looks! So smart.”
“I like your hair as it is, Edith. It’s soft and beautiful, and frames your face so much more nicely than I think that sharp look would. It’s so severe, and you aren’t severe, Edith.”
“But all the girls are doing it now.” Edith mewls.
“But you aren’t just any girl, Edith.” Frank replies, now moving his hand to her left cheek, where he caresses her soft skin gently. “You’re my best girl, and I like you the way you are.”
“But it would be so much easier to manage.” Edith adds.
Frank looks at her with gentle, sparkling eyes. “We’ve had this conversation before. Please, don’t bob your hair.”
Edith sighs deeply and places the magazine down on the table again. “Alright Frank. I won’t.”
“That’s my best girl.” Frank purrs. “Thank you.”
The pair fall into companionable silence for a short while as they both finish their cups of tea.
Sighing with pleasure as he finishes his drink, Frank returns the cup to its saucer and stands. “Well, I’d better be getting along on my way. Heaven forbid, that I should be late in delivering Lady Hackney’s cook’s tin of Tate and Lyall’s************* golden syrup.”
“Is that all you are delivering to her?” Edith asks in shock.
“Just that.” Frank confirms.
“That’s just awful, Frank!” Edith replies hotly. “Surely she could have sent her kitchen maid or one of Lady Hackney’s tweenies, maids or footmen to get it for her! What a cheek!”
“Such is the plight of a lowly and humble grocer’s boy.” Frank opines with a sigh and a fall of his shoulders.
“There’[s nothing lowly about you, Frank!”
“Thank you, Edith.” Frank smiles back gratefully.
“Fancy you having to bicycle all the way along Upper Brook Street, just to deliver a single tin of golden syrup! That cook sounds as bad as Mrs. Clifford’s maid, Myra, downstairs: a toffee-nosed snob, and that’s a fact!”
“You’re beautiful when you’re fired up too, Edith Watsford.” Frank murmurs lovingly. “Still,” He smiles down at her. “Toffee-nosed snob or not, Lady Hackney’s cook will be fit to be tied if I’m too much longer, and then I’ll get what for from Mr. and Mrs. Willison if word gets back to them that I was late delivering to her. The Willisons are toffee-nosed snobs every bit as much as Myra or Lady Hackney’s cook, and they are proud of every one of the titles on their books, even if most of them are tardy in paying their accounts. I wouldn’t have a job if I lost them Lady Hackney’s business.”
“So much for your wonderful new world for the working man.” Edith grumbles as she stands herself, and starts to gather up her magazines, shuffling them into a stack.
“It is coming, Edith.” Frank assures her. “And things are already changing.”
“How?”
“Well, not so long ago, you would have been in a great deal of trouble if you’d stopped for a break like this.” He waves his hand across the tea things on the table. “But now it’s a right given you.”
“It’s not much, Frank.”
“But it is something,” Frank assures Edith. “And many small concessions add up to big changes. We just have to be patient for a bit longer.”
“Well,” Edith huffs with determination as she enfolds her arms around her magazines as she draws them up to her chest. “Luckily I’m a patient girl.” She looks poignantly at Frank.
“Not much longer now, Edith.” Frank replies softly. “Thinking of which,” he adds more brightly. “What are you doing on your Wednesday afternoon off?”
“I haven’t really made any firm plans yet, Frank. I thought I might invite Hilda to come with me to Mrs. Minkin’s haberdashery in Whitechapel. She needs more wool for her knitting, and I want the latest copy of Weldon’s**************. I want to make a new summer frock. Why do you ask? Don’t tell me you’ve got Wednesday afternoon off too?”
“As a matter-of-fact, I do.” Frank crows.
“Oh Frank!” Edith exclaims. “I haven’t said anything to Hilda yet. Shall we make plans to do something?”
“I’d like that.” Frank replies brightly with a beaming smile. “In fact, I’d like to make a suggestion!”
“What do you want to do, Frank?”
“Well, I can’t really tell you, because I want it to be a surprise.”
“A surprise?” Edith squeezes the magazines more tightly as she gasps. “Frank, I love surprises!”
“Do you think you could make it to Clapham Junction by one on Wednesday, Edith?”
“By one?” Edith ponders. “I don’t see why not. I could catch the train from Down Street*************** to Leicester Square, and then take the Southern**************** from Waterloo. Could you meet me at Clapham Junction Railway Station*****************?”
“I think I could manage that.” Frank replies with a winning smile. “Wear that lovely white blouse of yours with the Peter Pan collar****************** if you would.”
“Oh! Are we going on a picnic to Clapham Common*******************?” Edith asks.
“If I told you,” Frank replies with an exasperated sigh. “It wouldn’t be a surprise, would it?”
“I suppose not.” Edith agrees begrudgingly. “Let’s hope the weather is good, just in case it is.”
*The western continuation of Brook Street, Mayfair, (to Park Lane) is called Upper Brook Street; its west end faces Brook Street Gate of Hyde Park. Both sections consisted of neo-classical terraced houses, mostly built to individual designs. Some of them were very ornate, finely stuccoed and tall-ceilinged, designed by well known architects for wealthy tenants, especially near Grosvenor Square, others exposed good quality brickwork or bore fewer expensive window openings and embellishments. Some of both types survive. Others have been replaced by buildings from later periods.
**A tartar is a bad-tempered or aggressively assertive person, typically a woman, and is based upon the hard crust of calcium salts and food particles on the teeth which is known as tartar.
***The meaning of the very British term “shall I be mother” is “shall I pour the tea?”
****In the class-conscious society of Britain in the 1920s, whether you added milk to your cup of tea first or the tea was a subtle way of defining what class you came from. Upper-class people, or those who wished to ape their social betters added milk after the tea, whereas middle-class or working class people comfortable in their own skins were known to add milk before the tea.
*****Picturegoer was a fan magazine published in the United Kingdom between 1911 and 23 April 1960.
******Photoplay was one of the first American film fan magazines, its title another word for screenplay. It was founded in Chicago in 1911. Under early editors Julian Johnson and James R. Quirk, in style and reach it became a pacesetter for fan magazines. In 1921, Photoplay established what is considered the first significant annual movie award. For most of its run, it was published by Macfadden Publications. The magazine ceased publication in 1980.
*******Picture Play, originally titled Picture-Play Weekly was an American weekly magazine focusing on the film industry. Its first edition was published on April 10, 1915. It eventually transitioned from a weekly to a monthly magazine, before ending its production run, when it continued as Your Charm, in March 1941.
********Edith Norma Shearer was a Canadian-American actress who was active on film from 1919 through 1942. Shearer often played spunky, sexually liberated women. She appeared in adaptations of Noël Coward, Eugene O'Neill, and William Shakespeare, and was the first five-time Academy Award acting nominee, winning Best Actress for The Divorcee (1930).
*********F. Earl Christy was born in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania in 1882. The "F" is believed to stand for "Frederic". At seventeen, he painted originals for the Boardwalk Atlantic City Picture company, with many of his early works published by the J. Hoover and Sons Calendar Company of Philadelphia. He attended the Pennsylvania Academy of Arts from 1905 to 1907. Christy produced dozens of magazine covers including; Dell Publishing Company for Modern Romances, Modern Screen and Radio Stars, Ainslee's magazine, American Magazine, Sunday Magazine of the New York Times, Collier's, Leslie's Illustrated Weekly, Liberty Magazine, McClure's Photoplay Magazine, and Puck Magazine. He also created illustrations for many calendar prints, ink blotters, postcards and Princess Pat Cosmetic's advertisements. Most of his images were of beautiful girls primarily playing sports such as basketball, golf and tennis. Earl Christy never married and lived most of his life with one or both of his sisters. He passed away on Long Island New York in 1961.
**********It was a common occurrence in large and medium-sized houses that employed staff for the butler or chief parlour maid to iron the newspapers. The task of butlers ironing newspapers is not as silly as it sounds. Butlers were not ironing out creases, but were using the hot iron to dry the ink so that the paper could be easily read without the reader's ending up with smudged fingers and black hands, a common problem with newspapers in the Victorian and Edwardian ages.
***********Mary Louise Brooks was an American film actress during the 1920s and 1930s. She is regarded today as an icon of the flapper culture, in part due to the bob hairstyle that she helped popularize during the prime of her career.
************A cheongsam is a straight, close-fitting silk dress with a high neck and slit skirt, worn traditionally by Chinese and Indonesian women. It was developed in the 1920s and evolved in shapes and design over years, and gained popularity in Western society as an outfit that represented the exoticism of the orient.
*************The Tate and Lyall sugar packet was acquired from Jonesy’s Miniatures in the United Kingdom. In 1859 Henry Tate went into partnership with John Wright, a sugar refiner based at Manesty Lane, Liverpool. Their partnership ended in 1869 and John’s two sons, Alfred and Edwin joined the business forming Henry Tate and Sons. A new refinery in Love Lane, Liverpool was opened in 1872. In 1921 Henry Tate and Sons and Abram Lyle and Sons merged, between them refining around fifty percent of the UK’s sugar. A tactical merger, this new company would then become a coherent force on the sugar market in anticipation of competition from foreign sugar returning to its pre-war strength. Tate and Lyle are perhaps best known for producing Lyle’s Golden Syrup and Lyle’s Golden Treacle.
**************Created by British industrial chemist and journalist Walter Weldon Weldon’s Ladies’ Journal was the first ‘home weeklies’ magazine which supplied dressmaking patterns. Weldon’s Ladies’ Journal was first published in 1875 and continued until 1954 when it ceased publication.
***************Down Street, is a disused station on the London Underground, located in Mayfair. The Great Northern, Piccadilly and Brompton Railway opened it in 1907. It was latterly served by the Piccadilly line and was situated between Dover Street (now named Green Park) and Hyde Park Corner stations. The station was little used; many trains passed through without stopping. Lack of patronage and proximity to other stations led to its closure in 1932. During the Second World War it was used as a bunker by the Prime Minister, Winston Churchill, and the war cabinet. The station building survives and is close to Down Street's junction with Piccadilly.
****************The Southern Railway (SR), sometimes shortened to 'Southern', was a British railway company established in the 1923 Grouping. It linked London with the Channel ports, South West England, South coast resorts and Kent. The railway was formed by the amalgamation of several smaller railway companies, the largest of which were the London and South Western Railway (LSWR), the London, Brighton and South Coast Railway (LB&SCR) and the South Eastern and Chatham Railway (SE&CR). The construction of what was to become the Southern Railway began in 1838 with the opening of the London and Southampton Railway, which was renamed the London and South Western Railway.
*****************Clapham Junction is a major railway station near St John's Hill in south-west Battersea in the London Borough of Wandsworth. Despite its name, Clapham Junction is not in Clapham, a district one mile to the south-east. A major transport hub, Clapham Junction station is on both the South West Main Line and Brighton Main Line, as well as numerous other routes and branch lines which pass through or diverge from the main lines at this station. It serves as a southern terminus of both the Mildmay and Windrush lines of the London Overground.
******************A Peter Pan collar is a style of clothing collar, flat in design with rounded corners. It is named after the collar of Maude Adams's costume in her 1905 role as Peter Pan, although similar styles had been worn before this date. Peter Pan collars were particularly fashionable during the 1920s and 1930s.
*******************At over eighty-five hectares in size, Clapham Common is one of London’s largest, and oldest, public open spaces, situated between Clapham, Battersea and Balham. Clapham Common is mentioned as far back as 1086 in the famous Domesday Book, and was originally ‘common land’ for the Manors of Battersea and Clapham. Tenants of the Lords of the Manors, could graze their livestock, collect firewood or dig for clay and other minerals found on site. However, as a result of increasing threats from encroaching roads and housing developments, it was acquired in 1877 by the Metropolitan Board of Works, and designated a “Metropolitan Common”, which gives it protection from loss to development and preserves its open character.
This comfortable domestic kitchen scene is a little different to what you might think, for whilst it looks very authentic, it is made up entirely of 1:12 size dollhouse miniatures from my miniatures collection.
Fun things to look for in this tableaux include:
Edith’s deal kitchen table is covered with lots of interesting bits and pieces. The tea cosy, which fits snugly over a white porcelain teapot, has been hand knitted in fine lemon, blue and violet wool. It comes easily off and off and can be as easily put back on as a real tea cosy on a real teapot. It comes from a specialist miniatures stockist in the United Kingdom. The Deftware cups, saucers, sugar bowl and milk jug are part of a 1:12 size miniature porcelain dinner set which sits on the dresser that can be seen just to the right of shot. The vase of flowers are beautifully made by hand by the Doll House Emporium and inserted into a real, hand blown glass vase.
Edith’s two cookbooks are made by hand by an unknown American artisan and were acquired from an American miniature collector on E-Bay. The newspaper which features an image of Elizabeth Bowes-Lyon, the future Queen Elizabeth and one day Queen Mother, is a copy of a real Daily Mail newspaper from 1925 and was produced to high standards in 1:12 by Little Things Dollhouse Miniatures in Lancashire.
The Picture Play, Photoplay and Picturegoer magazines are 1:12 miniatures made by artisan Ken Blythe. I have a large representation of Ken Blythe’s work in my miniatures collection – books mostly. Most of the books I own that he has made may be opened to reveal authentic printed interiors. In some cases, you can even read the words, depending upon the size of the print! Sadly, so little of his real artistry is seen because the books that he specialised in making are usually closed, sitting on shelves or closed on desks and table surfaces. As well as making books, he also made other small paper based miniatures including magazines like the ones you see displayed here. They are not designed to be opened. What might amaze you in spite of this is the fact is that all Ken Blythe’s books and magazines are authentically replicated 1:12 scale miniatures of real volumes. To create something so authentic to the original in such detail and so clearly, really does make them all miniature artisan pieces. Ken Blythe’s work is highly sought after by miniaturists around the world today and command high prices at auction for such tiny pieces, particularly now that he is no longer alive. I was fortunate enough to acquire pieces from Ken Blythe prior to his death about four years ago, as well as through his estate via his daughter and son-in-law. His legacy will live on with me and in my photography which I hope will please his daughter.
Edith’s Windsor chairs are both hand-turned 1:12 artisan miniatures which came from America. Unfortunately, the artist did not carve their name under the seat of either chair, but they are definitely unmarked artisan pieces.
In the background you can see a very modern and up-to-date 1920s gas stove. It would have been expensive to instal at the time, and it would have been the cook’s or maid’s pleasure to cook on and in. It would have included a thermostat for perfect cooking and without the need of coal, it was much cleaner to feed, use and clean. It is not unlike those made by the Roper Stove Company in the 1920s. The Roper Stove Company previously named the Florence-Wehrle Company among other names, was founded in 1883. Located in Newark, Ohio, the company was once the largest stove producer in the world. Today, the Roper Stove Company is a brand of Whirlpool.
The tin bucket, mops and brooms in the corner of the kitchen all come from Beautifully Handmade Miniatures in Kettering.
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The USA seems so divided.At least ,they agree on something:-) First the end is near ,then it's here...the end. The boards are white because no one is being heard anyway. Interesting wordplay in the title,isn't it.
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“Yes. Cut off by the tide and eaten alive by the local insect population!” That’s what I should have said in reply when Ali, from the safety of the pavement twenty metres away, asked me whether I was getting anything. But I’ve never been quick when the opportunity for hilariously witty sarcasm arrives. Nor even just plain sarcasm for that matter. Besides which I was yet to realise I was now marooned on a tiny patch of shore and that the tide was beginning to wash around the feet of my tripod. All I could manage was “yes I think so,” as I batted another mosquito away. Of course there were mosquitoes here at this time of day. Why on earth would I think that there wouldn’t be at the edge of the water, standing next to a decidedly boggy patch of wetland? But then again you’ve already learned that I’m not the sharpest chisel in the toolbag at times. And if further proof of that were needed, just a few moments later, I was sloshing back to the safety of the pontoon through sinking sand as the sea slipped into the inlet from the direction of Fornells behind me. Pursued by a cloud of hungry miniature winged vampires.
By now I was getting used to the fact that things don’t always go according to plan here. And despite the online research suggesting this would be a relatively easy subject to get to, it was proving almost elusive as that cove I never found my way to a week earlier. Yet the low white boathouse lay hidden in plain sight at the edge of the estuary. How difficult could this be? Google Maps weren’t quite as helpful as usual today though. The road that supposedly led towards it turned out to be somebody’s drive with a chained gate barring further progress. A series of planks across a swampy area led to the side of the water, but some distance short of the target. I could try and climb those rocks, but the local wildlife was more belligerent than ever there and I retreated like a scalded cat in a hurry with his tail between his legs. In the end the only option seemed to be to trust the long end of a budget lens and hope for the best.
A few moments later I was standing on the pavement overlooking the water, at least two hundred yards from the boathouse, while Ali disappeared along a nearby pontoon to inspect the yachts. Soon she called me over, the implied suggestion being I might get a better shot from where she was standing. So I wandered over to where she was, and before long decided to advance the last few yards that were available to me, squelching across a tiny beach that despite appearances seemed to consist of more mud than sand. Still, there was no going back now, and the vantage point I had was as good as it was going to get. Well I suppose I had Monte Toro, the highest point on the island (and rival candidate for this evening’s final port of call) in the background as a compositional bonus. If all of those huge masts can be considered as an aesthetically pleasing addition that is. No I’m not sure either, but then I never trust people who are certain about things.
I found Ali back at the car, hiding from the vampires as in vain I tried to brush off the mud and sand soup from my shoes before climbing in. And as we began the journey back towards the hotel, we couldn’t help noticing that one of those curious reverse sunsets was happening. To the west the sky was clear, warm but featureless with a yellow glow. Yet to the east, where there were no immediately obvious compositions, a bank of low cloud was filled with the pinks, oranges and fiery reds that so many of us lose our heads over, rare as they are on our rain sodden cluster of islands further north. But I knew it was a losing game. Not only did I have no idea of where I might get a shot, but down here in the Mediterranean, the distance between golden hour and dusk is a short journey. I sighed and accepted it. Or at least I did until I noticed the pull in near the roundabout, where I jumped out of the car and over a limestone wall, losing my footing on the red earth before scrambling up a small rise through trees to arrive at a vista that sadly offered nothing of note. Already the colours had mostly departed, even though scarcely five minutes had passed. You can’t have it all. I sighed and scrambled back down the slope and over the wall. My shoes, still wet from the soggy sand, were now coated in a brighter shade of red than the ones we’d just seen in the sky. It was time to leave and trust that the bargain basement bit of glass I bought from eBay and the boathouse shots from the mosquito coast had delivered.
Heartfelt
In this world,
so many times I feel what people say
is a joke
too much sarcasm
and a lack of sincerity.
If all the words
that escape our lips
mean nothing
How can we feel?
How can we express?
Excerpt of a poem By Meredith Roaten
Copyright © Chrysanthemum Flower (Year Posted 2012)
Chrysanthemum: the big blooms are often duo toned, collectively known as kotengiku or antique chrysanthemums.
However, this looks like a new variety, NEVER seen this before!
Have a blooming time, filled with love and beauty, M, (*_*)
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greetings from absolutely beautiful Rhode Island!!! no, that's not sarcasm. it's gorgeous here.
being housed in a very cozy cottage just outside of Providence.
here through mid-January. two straight days of driving and here i am at last.
this photo is not much to look at, but then, neither am i today. i totally neglected to take a photo yesterday, so i'm struggling to get two out today. and you just know they are both going to be awesome as a result... ;)
so, okay. one more to go and i will be back on track.
and who knows? i might actually put some THOUGHT into the next one.
song of the day which is today but i want you to pretend was yesterday: o holy night - the tracey chapman version only, please. my head hurts too much for a louder version.
A queen showing cracks is standing in the chaos of the chessboard :-)I haven´t seen the queen of Great Britain for a while .
A kid's playground structure during COVID shut down when no play was allowed. Someone wrote this graffiti inside this slide as-if the structure itself was mocking the situation.
An ECO pair from G64 sits in Portage while 281 pulls up with 7014 on point and a glorious AC44 trailing. CP should seriously scrap everything EMD. So unreliable
obvious sarcasm is obvious
And the close-up is here (Haven't I say itll come real soon?:P)
As said, no credits, you gonna start and know them perfectly if I went to list them again! *winks*
Love & Peace ♥
Oh and yeah, as the title says...
Bitter & Sweet Valentine's day to all... (In advance.. But still! *grins*)
Heartfelt
In this world,
so many times I feel what people say
is a joke
too much sarcasm
and a lack of sincerity.
If all the words
that escape our lips
mean nothing
How can we feel?
How can we express?
Excerpt of a poem By Meredith Roaten
Copyright © Chrysanthemum Flower
Chrysanthemum: the big blooms are often duo toned, collectively known as kotengiku or antique chrysanthemums.
However, this looks like a new variety, NEVER saw these before.
Have a blooming time, filled with love and beauty, M, (*_*)
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Heartfelt
In this world,
so many times I feel what people say
is a joke
too much sarcasm
and a lack of sincerity.
If all the words
that escape our lips
mean nothing
How can we feel?
How can we express?
Excerpt of a poem By Meredith Roaten
Copyright © Chrysanthemum Flower
Chrysanthemum: the big blooms are often duo toned, collectively known as kotengiku or antique chrysanthemums.
However, this looks like a new variety, NEVER saw these before.
Have a blooming time, filled with love and beauty, M, (*_*)
For more: www.indigo2photography.com
IT IS STRICTLY FORBIDDEN (BY LAW!!!) TO USE ANY OF MY image or TEXT on websites, blogs or any other media without my explicit permission. © All rights reserved
chrysanthemum, kotengiku, bloom, three, petals, flower, design, chiaroscuro, studio, pink, yellow, green, colour, black-background, square, "Magda indigo"
The beach of Prora stretches out, a canvas of shimmering gold. But as I walk further, a shadow looms in the distance, breaking the serene panorama.Emerging from the sands is a colossal structure, a relic from a darker time. Built by the Nazi organization "Kraft durch Freude," it was envisioned as a leisure facility for the 'chosen' Arians. Yet, it stands abandoned, a grotesque monument to a twisted ideology. Its vastness is haunting, its decaying walls whispering tales of ambitions gone awry. And then, there's the door. A rusty, iron gateway that leads to... nothing. Shut in 1940, it stands as a testament to the senselessness of its creators. In the middle of the vastness, it's a darkly sarcastic reminder of the hollow promises and the delusions of grandeur that once were. Walking by, I'm consumed by a mixture of sadness and disbelief. How could something so ugly, so devoid of purpose, be planted amidst such natural beauty? The rotting structure, the pointless door, all stand as grim symbols of the madness of totalitarianism. A regime that built monstrosities in pursuit of an ideal, only to abandon them, leaving them to rot and decay.
Not really for a smile - rather a bitter sarcasm.
I don't know if it is the same in your country, but in Germany there is almost no toilet paper to buy for weeks - it is hoarded :-(
Many thanks to my dear friend Anneliese L. for the artistic painting of the toilet paper roll.
Smile on saturday 4.4.2020 "Egg-ceptional"
Focus stack
Good day gentleladies and gentlelords! (✧ω✧)
Man cave opens today on the 17th of September! Some of you might have already took over the event by storm but for those who didn't - it's certainly worth a visit. Dura made new unisex hair for us, inspired by the famous actor River Phoenix. Next to a huge palette of color choices, the hair comes with three different styling options.
Since my editing is very subtle it might come as a surprise to some of you BUT (careful, sarcasm!) my pictures are heavily painted. Such surprise, very wow. But FEAR NOT MY FRIEND. I have not forsaken you. Here's a • raw preview • of the new hair ♡
I love this hair not only because it's a gender-neutral, cozy looking hair with an amazing level of detail and fine strands but also... doesn't it remind you of someone else too? Is it just me? Black hair, pale face, grumpy mood, face expression like he's constantly smelling sweaty socks or dead rats (maybe both), house teacher of Slytherin - no? Please someone safe me and make a Severus Snape cosplay for halloween with this (≧▽≦)
Before we continue with the credits I want to kindly thank Chiaki-sensei for their hard work on this hair. Thank you, Chiaki-sensei! Kudos to you and all my favorite creators who I included in this picture (also my bby and my PAPA CERB - you da best!). Biggest thanks to my lovely u10-kun for his patience and for modelling for me. Thanks for all your hard work my lovely creators and friends, you make every picture special (*´▽`*) ♡
- Credits -
Asahi (white-hair-boy):
Hair: Dura - U108 @Man Cave
Eyes: Gloom. - Overdose Collection - Albino
Blood applier: {-Maru Kado-} & Violetta - Don't open...
Roses: Hotdog - Pathetic rose bouquet
Septum: [CX] - Blade Septum
Bracers: [CX] - Heathen Armguard
Armband: [CX] - Spiked Fury - Bloody
Gloves: [ContraptioN] - Dapper Dandy's Gloves - ASTROM
Necklace1: Codex - Kazuma Necklace
Necklace2: ::Gabriel:: - Juzu necklace
Shirt: [Gild] - Chiffon gloom shirt
Jacket/shoulder: ::Breath:: - shoulderBJ1
Pants: jake - Get up pants
u10 (black-hair-boy):
Hair: Dura - U108 @Man Cave
Tattoo: Leven Ink Tattoo - Valentina Unisex
Tops: :::Breath::: - Im Junkie
Pants: Wonton: - Nikolai Biker Trousers
Decoration:
Backdrop: DYNASTY x anxiety - Mirthful Dining - Dinner Hall RARE
Armchair: DRD - Gothic Vampire Throne
Sidetable: DRD - Gothic Vampire Sidetable
Crows with cage: {-Maru Kado-} - My crow (gift)
Curtains: [Medieval Fantasy] - Burlesque red and gold curtains
Piano: Nutmeg. - Distressed Grand Piano Dark
Table: Nutmeg. - Old Wooden Table
Book: Nutmeg. - Summer's End Book
Candleholder: DRD - MB medium chandelabra
Feathers: Persefona - Floating Feathers
Even though it's definitely not anywhere near as cool as NS 8099 (sarcasm of course), I was pretty excited when I rolled up to Walbridge last week and found this Q241 getting ready to depart south (railroad east) with a former Seaboard SD40-2 on the point. A short time later, the RL Dispatcher gave him the light and the chase was on. Here, the train is seen rolling under the C&O signal bridge that protects the west end of the Fostoria center siding just outside of Fostoria, Ohio as they slow to take the northwest connection onto the former B&O and head for Deshler.
I promised someone to draw the same joke in cartoon style. The tobacco in his eye is mine :-) polution...pfff.