Red tides, a common term for the more proper name of “harmful algal blooms” (HABs), occur when colonies of algae—simple ocean plants that live in the sea—grow out of control while producing toxic or harmful effects on people, fish, shellfish, marine mammals and birds. The human illnesses caused by HABs, though rare, can be debilitating or even fatal. As the name suggests, the bloom of algae often turns the water red.
But not all algal blooms are harmful. Most blooms, in fact, are beneficial because the tiny plants are food for animals in the ocean. In fact, they are the major source of energy that fuels the ocean food web.
In the nineteenth century,amorbid andcuriouscustomhas spread tovariousparts of the world:the photoswere”PostMortem”. ”PostMortem”comes from Latin, meaningafter death.
The photos”PostMortem” apparentlyoriginatedin England,when QueenVictoria askedtophotographthe corpse ofan acquaintanceora relative,so she can keepas a souvenir. soon after, this idea spreadaround the world, keeping amorbidreminder of loved ones that have passed on.
Eventoday,as strange asit may seem, some placesstillhavethis custom.
The girl who is standing in the photo is the one who is dead.
This is a classic example of photographic art.
Notice the hands
for people wondering how the corpse is standing up, there is a posing stand supporting the body it’s very hard to see but the stand is supporting the neck, arms and back.
the girl in this picture has her eyes open, but in some cases the photographer will paint pupils on the eye lids to make it seem like they are wide awake
Have some historical, non-fiction creepypasta.
I’ve studied about these pictures not too long ago.
One of the reasons they were so popular was that, while protography started to become popular at that time, it was still expensive, and sometimes the families couldn’t pay for take pictures of their children or other relatives often. So, they did it when said people died so, this way, they would have at least one memento of them.
Sometimes, the photos themselves were painted, to make the corpses look a little more “alive”. A lot of manipulation techniques were used.
morbid as it sounds, I’m fascinated with post-mortem photography. I think the most interesting thing is when the living loved ones were also in the photograph, but you can tell who is live because the long exposure times back then allowed for slight movement: those still living had a faint blur while the deceased were in crystal clear focus.
I guess this is what people mean when they talk about how your life isn’t always a mountain top high.
Today felt like the valley. (Latter half that is. First half was full of donuts and the library just for me.)
I just got back from work, I’m disgusting, I feel rotten. I’m listening to some Page CXVI and the song Breathe On Me, Breath of God is playing. And I listened to it for a second, breaking out of my scrolling.
I don’t feel holy. I feel like the opposite of this song. The opposite of some holy daughter of God. I just feel very…covered in the world’s mud. Walking through downtown at midnight after work with all of the drunk people, smoking, swearing, (Seriously? Every 7 words? I counted. You need a better vocabulary. I’ll buy you a dictionary) and general crudeness is, well eye opening.
And even in all of this, I learned that one of my co-workers is a born-again Christian. I also found out that there’s a guy’s Bible study that meets at my coffeeshop on Thursdays.
So there’s this good stuff. It doesn’t feel overshadowed by all of the bad, but it definitely is equaled out. I’m just exhausted, feet throbbing, and very discouraged.
I could go on and talk about how this should show me how God sees all of this and still loves us, and all these other things. I could go on with all of that and wrap this up.
But I won’t. I’m too tired. I need mindless scrolling through hipster pictures.
But it’s ok because everything is ok. I believe/know/feel that so incredibly strongly right now, despite everything. God is….nope no words. You can practically feel the potential for this summer crackling through the air right now.