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The Water Pump with the statue of Will Rogers (AKA "The Cherokee Kid" and Ihis horse Soapsuds. The pump in the sculpture is the actual pump that Will used to water his horse at
Riding into the Sunset is a bronze sculpture by Electra Waggoner Biggs, depicting Will Rogers on his horse, Soapsuds. There are four castings, located in Fort Worth, Texas, Claremore, Oklahoma, Lubbock, Texas, and Dallas, Texas. The work was commissioned in 1937, by Amon G. Carter, a friend of Rogers, following Rogers death in 1935. This one stands at the entrance to the Rogers Family Crypt at the WIll Rogers Memorial Museum
Not Goth soapsuds. Instead, up really close to black plastic foam - the cut side of a small block. Uses - packing, thermal insulation and more. On this piece the uncut foam bubbles are closed by very thin 'windows'. FOV about 8mm across.
Macro Mondays theme Soap
Blowing bubbles with dishwasher soap, who knew photographing them could be so much fun! I loved the structures they produced. They reminded me of the honeycomb Domes at the Eden Project in Cornwall.
I got (what I thought were) some pretty amazing abstract images but probably too abstract for the Macro Mondays Group. This one looks the most bubble like and the bubbles were still enough to stay in focus for the shutter speed.
[Size width of image taken is approx 6cm]
Happy Macro Mondays 😊
Macro Monday theme "Soap". I spent many fun hours playing with soap bubbles for this project. I had no idea how fascinating and beautiful bubbles can be.
Macro Mondays theme: "Soap"
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Wet Cyanotype on handmade A3 Cotton paper.
Classic Jacquard two part sensitizer, cleared in HNO3 and dipped in H2O2 for instant oxidation.
Dissected Daphodils. Apple Cider vinegar, Soapsuds and Turmeric.
Untoned.
Compositionally Challenged Week 2 - Bubbles
Soapy water poured onto a decorative plate and shot with southern window exposure.
Wet Cyanotype on handmade cotton paper.
March 26, 2023.
Paper soaked in oxalic acid to remove any alkaline buffer and dried before coating.
Classic Jacquard two part sensitizer, plants, vinegar, soapsuds, cling film and turmeric.
H2O and H2O2.
GROUP: MACRO MONDAYS
THEME: SOAP
SUBJECT: SOAP BUBBLE
(not quite 2.5" horizontally)
SETUP...
LID OF A QUART OF ORANGE JUICE
(where i mixed the soap and water)
DISHWASHING SOAP
WATER
STRAW (to slowly blow bubbles)
BLACK CLOTH (background)
#ABFAV_WATER_THEME
mix water with some soap, result—> soap suds.
They shine and glisten in many colours. Sparkling bubbles.
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Backlit Neutrogena soap with some suds on the ceramic tile for the Macro Mondays group. Challenge: Bathroom. Happy Macro Monday!
Wet Cyanotype
Products used - Vinegar - lemon Juice - Curry Powder - Soapsuds - Clingfilm.
Exposure - 5 hrs
Wet cyanotype on handmade cotton rag paper from India (A3).
Paper pre-treated with oxalic acid to remove alkaline impurities.
Two coatings and exposures.
Classic Jacquard two part sensitizer.
Turmeric, Red hot chili flakes, Soapsuds, Frozen stuff from the garden and some hands on acrylic painting in lower part of image.
Greetings from Sweden.
Fantasy colourisation of the sky and clouds over Regina, Saskatchewan.
Photographed on the grounds of the RCMP Academy, Depot Division.
Shows much better larger; press L.
Juvenile Starlings in the bird bath.
Reminds me of a framed, signed, poem that was in my grandfather's house, then my father's house and now in my house.
"The Bathroom" by Evelyn St. Leger (copyright May 1924)
A Bathroom is a pleasant place,
But people make it a disgrace.
I hardly like to whisper you
The horrid things that people do.
They find it sweet and clean and white,
They leave it a disgusting sight.
They find it nice and dry and cool,
They leave it like a swimming pool,
They find the bath in shining trim,
They leave it with a dirty rim.
They find a mat unused before,
They leave it sodden on the floor.
They find a chair that's polished brown,
They leave the soapsuds frothing down;
They splash the water all around,
And jump out, dripping on the ground.
They seize the towel, soap and sponge,
All sopping with the recent plunge,
Then rushing forth with blithesome tread
They fling the lot upon the bed!
DEAR HONORABLE PRESIDENT BARACK OBAMA,
The pictured above realtor signage are engulfing my street and neighborhood.
PLEASE, Sir, place on the agenda an urgency and high priority of HOUSING ECONOMICS, so that the young and the retired senior citizen homeowners can stay in their prized possessions....their hard owned homes.
Thank you.
Below, is one the many sad scenes that I have witnessed this year. Please let me share it with you.
Thank you for your compassion, and congratulations on your election.
FORECLOSURE...FORECLOSURE....FORECLOSURE.....FORECLOSURE
by
James Hiram Malone
TODAY IS TUESDAY. Atlanta's sun beams brightly down on a displaced furniture pile on the front lawn of a family's residence. The mountainous array of items evicted from the now empty house have no privacy. A great big Atlanta blue sky is the roof over the household personal belongings.
YESTERDAY WAS MONDAY. Every piece of the now open-air furniture was neatly and functionally arranged in that now abandoned seven room house. The sleep-good full size bed, matching dresser, and the chest of drawers that passers-by gawk at, once held fort in a ten foot by twelve foot upstairs bedroom. Nearby, on the grass, an electric alarm clock, whose face reflects the sun rays is set at six am as it was on the family's night table.
TODAY, TUESDAY, the open door refrigerator is bringing slow death of the freezer foods. Water drains like life's blood from the box and vapor steams wave to the waiting sky. The popular king-pin refrigerator that once coolly cornered the nine by nine foot kitchen succumbs to the heat of the day.
The leaning-on-the-side stove fizzes an aroma of gas that escapes from a dangling unplugged coil outlet. Circling flies engage in fierce battle as they hover over food remnants on dishpan plates. A laundry basket longing for soapsuds testifies that this home dweller was taken by surprise.
A tossed-on-its-back lounger, crushed under the impact of pots, pans and table lamps, misses being in that thirteen by thirteen foot living room in front of that TV set. And this unplugged TV electronic device screen now reflects and focuses all-day news to the pedestrians gawking at the front lawn's disarray. This is the picture of the tragedy of a family that got lost in the budget crunch economy and received foreclosure notice and was evicted to the streets.
A round dining room table strained with books, jars, cleaning supplies remembers being loaded down with plates of food in that nine by nine foot dining room. And especially on holidays. Unopened gallon cans of beige interior wall paint, a hammer, nails, screwdriver will not decorate and repair the house, scatter leisurely on the lawn. An ironing board, relaxes forlornly under the heat of the sun. Various brands of alcoholic beverage bottles and glasses lay huddle together, ready for another Saturday night party.
Flung-out-of-the-closets, mother-of-the-house dresses and father-of-the house suits lay wrinkled on top of an empty bookcase. Walking, jogging and playing family shoes lay inactive in the corner of the lawn. Ripped-from-the-windows, curtains, shades, now not giving privacy to household items, resign themselves in the shrubberies.
Pages of photo album leap out family memories onto the lawn. Baby Molly's first steps and grandma's birthday. Children's dolls, trains, checkers say “Come play with me!” Banged-up card table and scattered playing cards miss Uncle Joe's laughing, “I bid six!”
Broken picture frames, flower pots, and spilled prescription medicines onto the lawn suggest the movers were not sympathetic in evicting the family.
Pedestrians and motorists later seeing the AUCTION sign, mutter, “Ain't it a shame,” knowing full well that FORECLOSURE can happen to them without a moment's notice.
jhm
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