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! “
He rides my train with three other guys from the construction crew he works with and when he does the air around us is filled with the sounds of his voice- and his voice alone.
He hasn’t a clue or he doesn’t care that when he spouts off his co-workers really never add to what he’s saying, or he doesn’t care.
Like, during the protests he was telling everyone what kind of guns he was going to put into his car, ‘ just in case he had to defend himself’.
He brags what a nice car he has and how his girlfriend has not so reliable car and that when she asked for a ride to work, he told her to call for a Lyft or a cab.
He wasn’t going to let her, ‘ mooch off of him ‘. he loudly and proudly announced.
That was the only time I ever heard the guys with him expand on what he said. One said if his wife wanted a car, he’d get her one.
The other guy said Mr Motormouth was an asshole and the third guy pretended to be asleep.
So what a big surprise, Mr. Motormouth who is required to wear a mask at work has decided anyone who wears one out in public or as required by ordinances are ignorant of the law.
Yesterday he told everyone ( he was out of the 10 people in my car, one of the three not wearing a mask ) that the Governor’s law was illegal because it discriminated against people who didn’t wear masks.
Plus he said, it’s not enforceable.
So ha ha on everyone wearing a mask.
He said over and over again, the Governor can’t make or enforce laws that discriminate against people. Plus, there are people with health conditions that will suffocate and die if they wear a mask and what about them?
Patriot,Legal Scholar, defender of people with disabilities- shooting his big mouth off and spraying his germs all over everyone sitting around him, or walking by him.
I wonder if he would wear a mask if we told him he could make everyone in the car sick and then who would he have to Motor his Mouth off at for 40 minutes a day?
If you have asthma, you should wear a disposable mask when in public areas to help limit COVID-19 exposure.
Current guidance from the CDC says that commercially-available masks – like N-95s and surgical masks – should be reserved for people who are already sick and healthcare workers that interact with those patients.
But up to one in four individuals infected with COVID-19 might have no symptoms or very mild symptoms, and may be unknowingly spreading the virus. The use of a cloth face covering – whether that is a handmade cloth mask, bandana or scarf – can help slow the spread of COVID-19. These types of masks are not intended to protect the wearer, but to protect against the unintended transmission – in case you are an asymptomatic carrier of the coronavirus. If you have respiratory symptoms (e.g., fever, sneezing, cough, shortness of breath), you should stay home unless directed by your healthcare provider to see medical care and then you should wear a mask to prevent spreading your droplets to others.
MYRTLE BEACH, S.C. (WCBD) – There are many myths about masks and it is safer to understand what types of masks are okay for your safety.
The Director of Critical Care at Grand Strand Health says that cloth masks are adequate and recommended for the general public to use.
There has been speculation that wearing one can make you sick by breathing freshly exhaled carbon dioxide.
“It’s just not really the case,” said Dr. Thad Golden, Director of Critical Care at Grand Strand Health. “In other words it doesn’t restrict your breathing enough to create a problem for most people. For the general population the take home message is they are safe to use and important to use especially now during this flare.”
Dr. Golden says that people with severe respiratory illnesses may have trouble breathing with a mask on and should speak with their doctor.
I was inspired by my friend’s new Journaling Project Anastasia Riversleigh to resurrect- as it were- two characters I created several years ago.
They’ve come back to haunt me now and then and I think it’s the perfect time to give them the chance to come out and play.
I hope you enjoy their re-entry into the world!
” What are you looking at Jingle? ” Milo Hungerford asked his wife.
Jingle was standing in front of their living room mirror and at first she didn’t seem to hear him. In the semi gloom of the evening filtering in through the drapes she turned slowly towards him and said, ” I don’t know. “
He came up behind her, stared into glass and shook his head.
” That’s not right Jingle. “
She put her hand to her face and looked into the mirror again and when she turned back towards Milo she started to cry. ” Milo what’s happening to me? “
Milo pulled Jingle to his chest and turned her away from the looking glass.
” Is it still there Milo? “
Milo held Jingle tighter and said, ” yes. “
” The one in the foyer- let’s try that one too. “
” Jingle- it won’t…” he started to say and then when he saw the look on her face he nodded. “okay, we’ll try that one too.”
Milo held his wife’s hand and they walked down the dark halls to the entrance to their home and together they looked into the mirror there and Jingle burst into tears and grabbed her face.
” Oh Milo- oh Milo what’s happening to me? ” she cried.
Milo looked into the mirror and there in the glass he saw his wife distraught wife, her dark hair framing her face- all alone in the mirror except for the darkness that shrouded their home both inside and out.
He turned her gently towards him and said,
” I don’t know how it happened Jingle…but I think you’re alive. “