Cee posted some Funny finds at her site and heaven knows I have tons of those myself, so I decided to post some fun finds instead- and in searching I came across these articles about the first in photographs.
These are a selection of photographic firsts- first selfie, first picture of the Sun the picture of lighting and the first hoax.
I’ve also included a clip of the earliest recording of music to exist.
I think it’s fun to look back on these- enjoy!
RobertCornelius- first self portrait photograph. Taken in 1839 and even though it is a selfie he managed to keep his tongue in his mouth.
First Hoax Photo and it did not rely on photoshop!
” Self Portrait of a drowned man”. 1840, France.
First Photograph of the sun.
1845 Paris, France
First photograph of lighting.
1882, Philadelphia Pennsylvania, USA
This is the earliest recording of music known to exist.
In 1888 a recording of Arthur Sullivan’s song ‘The Lost Chord’ was etched onto a phonograph cylinder.
He called her after dinner and told her they had to have a serious talk.
What he wanted to discuss affected them both and he was afraid that if they couldn’t come to some sort of compromise, they might have to split up.
She was devasted.
His happiness was her happiness and she worked very hard to make him happy- what did she miss how could she have gone so wrong?
They decided to meet at the park near the swings after work.
The look she saw on his face when she walked up to him at the benches by the swing sets chilled her to the bone- one half of his face was painted in bright pink fury, the other in deep blue betrayal. His lips were roughed red with disapproval and anger.
” What is it? ” she asked.
He was stern.
” If you wear makeup, I won’t kiss you anymore. I hate the way it tastes.”
She sat down next to him and tried to take his hand, but he pulled it away and scooted away from her.
” It’s my face. ” she said.
She looked into his eyes and he turned his head away. “This affects the both of us.” he said in a deep voice that rattled in his thin bony chest.
” But it’s my face. “
” It’s my face too. ” he said.
She wasn’t sure she heard him right and when she realized she had she knew she had a choice to make.
She hung her head and nodded.
He took her hand and pulled her gently closer to him.
Because it was one where I followed the advice all writers hear, ” Write what you know.
So I wrote about being a Mom.
More or less.
” I think there is a monster in my closet “
her daughter, Midge said for the one billionth time.
” No there isn’t. ” she told her daughtere- otherwise known as the kid who never got into bed when she was supposed to and could always find a way to avoid it.
” Mommy, I’m not fibbing. I think there is a monster in my closet. I think it has big sharp teeth and horns and knives for fingers.”
Midge pulled her fluffy pink comforter up to her chin and five of the twenty or so plush kittens she slept with tumbled to the floor.
” Mommy! Save my babies!”
Brenda leaned over and started to pitch Midge’s babies back up onto the bed. Her hair, which needed washing fell into her face and she could see her yellow sweatshirt had popcorn kernels stuck to it.
She couldn’t remember when she ate popcorn last.
” Mommy. “
” No Midge. No I am not going to check your closet for monsters.”
” Why not? Don’t you love me?”
” No. I mean yes. Of course I love you. But I’ve been checking your closet for Monsters every night since you were three years old and you’re seven now. Midge I’m tired of looking into your closet to check for monsters.”
Midge sniffed. ” It’s not like there are a million monsters. There’s only one, I think. Please. Please check.”
” Look. Just give me a break. I’ll tell you what. I’ll watch your babies and you check the closet for the Monster.”
Midge’s eyes went from little pools of blue light to gigantic saucer sized orbs. ” What if it gets me?”
” It’s never gotten me. Go ahead. I’ll wait and you be a big brave girl and check.”
Midge slid her comforter down and slid out of her white and yellow canopy bed.
She padded past her tea set and dollhouses and her shelves lined with dolls and books about fairies and princesses.
When she got to her closet door she reached for the knob and she turned to her Mother. ” If the Monster gets me, you’ll be sorry.”
” I’m sure you will be safe. Go on.”
Midge turned the knob and pulled the door open and then a gust of warm air sent her flying forwards and she landed with a soft thud.
The door slammed shut.
” Mommy! Mommy help! The monster got me, the monster got me!”
Brenda put her back against the closet door and slid to the floor. ” Actually Midge, ” said Mommy as she pushed a lock of hair behind one of her horns freshly sprouted horns with the shiny knife at the end of her finger that she hardly ever popped out anymore just for the Hell of it because she was too busy driving her daughter to dance lessons nowdays” The monster doesn’t want you! “