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Gum (3 layers) over cyanotype. This time I used a second, thin layer of red to try to balance the strong yellow. Overall, it looks a bit unnaturally warm to me now, but what do you think? :) Thanks!
Ni-azo yellow, Sandal red, quinacridone rose.
THE KING'S HEART
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A FAIRY STORY
THE WICKED KING AND THE SWORD MAKER.
Centuries ago, in a land far to the east, there lived a sword maker who had a daughter. He was really a maker of simple kitchen knives but his workmanship was such that the warlords of the land would seek him out to make the finest swords the world had ever seen. The sword maker was a peaceful man who would never stoop to making anything that could be used to kill. He would always refuse the warlords requests but they knew his one weakness and one by one the warlords would hold his daughter to ransom until his work was completed and each warlord would go away with a weapon better than the last one the swordsman had produced. Off they would go to spill the blood of their enemies, for then all warlords had enemies and all the warlords would battle endlessly with each other laying the land to waste.
After centuries of war there came into the land of the far east a King whose ambition knew no boundary, his heart, for what it was worth, was set on destroying all his enemies once and for all so that he would control the world and make all it's people do his bidding. The King knew of the sword maker and he sent his servants to bring both the sword maker and his daughter to him. After centuries of making the terrible swords the sword maker's heart had grown as cold as ice, his only reason for living remained his daughter. He had sworn to always keep her safe. The sword maker and his daughter were taken into the Great Corridor of Power where they were kept without food or water for 100 days and nights so that the Kings awesome power would be impressed upon them. Then the King came before them and he told the sword maker exactly what he wanted from him.
The King had gathered before him the finest mathematicians in the land to draw for him a block. The block was to be intricately constructed and bound together as much by the power of numbers as by the molecules of matter itself. The block was to be a cube after the world itself, for the whole people of the world long ago believed the world to be a complex cube, with rivers and forests and land masses buried within its depths. The King had instructed his mathematicians to draw the whole world, and this they had done, and now the design of infinite complexity was placed before the sword maker, down to the finest detail, the world lay before him etched into fine sheets constructed from the dried and pressed bark of the tallest trees. The King then told the sword maker what he was to do.
The King told the sword maker he was to make a sword whose edge would be of such miraculous precision that it would be capable of carving the world, as depicted by his mathematicians, from solid stone. With such a sword the King would rule the whole world forever. The sword maker said that even if such a thing were possible such a sword would be too monstrous a creation for the world to bear. The sword maker was placed in a dungeon with his daughter and left to consider his fate and not wishing to see his daughter suffer he agreed to the King's request. Both were taken to an enormous foundry where the work was to begin. The sword maker worked for 10 years with hundreds of tonnes of ore and sand, with fires that blazed day and night, and from the stuff of the earth and remorseless heat he completed his work. Also forged in this darkest of places was the sword maker's hatred for the king and the waring world he and his kind had created. He told his jailors to take him and his daughter back to the king for he had done as the king had commanded.
In the Great Corridor of Power the king had instructed his servants to haul in a huge block of stone, many tonnes in weight, and on the stone lay the plan of the world etched in the dried pressed tree bark. The king stood before the stone surrounded by his army. The sword maker approached the king with a pouch of rough leather tied with a simple piece of vine and laid it before the king. The king could barely contain himself at the prospect of owning the thing that would make his life's work complete and he strode forward and picked up the pouch. He tore away the leather and took out the sword. Staring in amazement the king held in his hands not a finely ground sword but a battered blade that would scarcely have been worthy of a place in the poorest kitchen in the land. The king was stunned and enraged that he had been tricked, he dropped the sword with a clatter at the feet of the sword maker. He pointed at the sword makers daughter and swore that what swords his army had would be now used on both of them. The sword maker stepped forward and picked up the humble sword he had made and as the army surrounded them he killed every soldier that approached. The king looked on in a blind fury and leaped at the sword maker who plunged his sword deep into the kings chest. With several deft sweeps of the blade the sword maker removed the kings heart, so clean were the cuts the sword maker made that he removed the heart without staying the king's breath. The sword maker held the king's heart up to him and the king could see his heart was as cold and lifeless as the stone he had hauled into The Corridor of Power.
Now the sword maker began his work, taking the kings heart in one hand and the sword in the other he stared at the drawings of the world on the giant stone. Slowly he carved the world into the king's heart whilst the king watched. The sword maker slowly and delicately worked for 100 days and nights until at last he had the world, there in his hands. He held the world up to the king and grabbing the king by the throat he plunged the world back into the kings chest and with a final shudder, and with all the miseries of the world etched onto his face, the king, at last, convulsed and died.
The sword maker and his daughter returned to their home and from that day on no one asked him to make another sword and he was content to make a kitchen knife now and again with which mothers would carve bread to feed their children.
Nikon D90 - Nikkor 18-55mm DXlens
Once the sun comes up in the French Quarter, part of me dies like a vampire. But there IS STILL a lot of visual interest for me.
A happy group of revelers on their stoop (I'm guessing it's their stoop).
The girl on the right was originally standing up against the railing, and they were all casually talking and drinking. When I approached them and asked if I could take their photo, they pretty much immediately posed like this. Yet I really wanted more of an un-posed candid shot...
Twice as much fun!?
3-color gum bichromate using PB15:3 (Maimeri "cyan"), PY150 (Ni azo yellow), and PV19 (quin rose). A bit of color balance trouble lately...the gum gods are looking the other way.
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The "Sanibel Stoop" is the phrase used to describe the position of shellers while collecting their treasured finds.
Billions of shells are washed ashore during the North-Western winter storms making Sanibel one of the best places in the world for shelling.
The charm and irresistible lure of shelling is embodied in the unique names of Sanibel's best-known shells: The Angel Wing, the Banded Tulip, the Lightening Welk and the Rose Petal Tellin.
Even the Cockle shells have descriptive names: Prickly, Strawberry and Egg Cockles.
cilantro, sweet fennel, chives, and jasmine.
My big jasmine trellis is blooming and the front yard smells heavenly, especially after a rainshower.
I've always wanted a stoop to call my own. I'd kick it out there all the time with my dog and just watch people go by. Except I won't be afraid to leave my stoop like that coward "stoop kid" on Hey Arnold.
The Peregrine Falcon reaches faster speeds than any other animal on the planet when performing the stoop, which involves soaring to a great height and then diving steeply at speeds of over 320 km/h (200 mph), hitting one wing of its prey so as not to harm itself on impact. en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Peregrine_Falcon
www.allaboutbirds.org/guide/peregrine_falcon/id
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Activists for birds and wildlife
At the risk of boring everyone silly (including myself).....
but no, still having fun :)
Gum bichromate over cyanotype on Fabriano Artistico hot press paper.
Image size approx. 7in x 10.5in.
Two layers of gum over cyanotype, printed on Fabriano soft press, 300lb paper. Image approx. 7in x 10in.