Yes, you can still get smelling salts: I think they are ammonia-based, and a jolt to your system!
Neil, I am always intrigued by your blog posts, and entranced by the replies…
With mom and two sisters reading Georgette Heyer, as a teenager I read her Regency novels, too, and when I found some smelling salts in an old bathroom stash I tried them. Pretty harsh! Leave them alone!
To me this man looked happily and deeply asleep, completely in his own world: imagine the electrifying horror of a foreigner waving some chemicals under your nose
I did not know they were THAT awful! Salt got me on the wrong foot; I imagined them in the sphere of bathing salt and swaying lilies ..
I fell asleep once in a train and awoke in the Betriebsbahnhof Dusburg in Germany instead of the rightful one! That memory sprang up beside the very poetic image …
And yes my mind tends to leap and ramble
Another image captured, like the one of the pirouetting girl outside the station at night, with details no one could better if it was art-directed within an inch of its life. The blue of the seat, the orange indicator on the wall exactly in the best place compositionally, the neutral clothing, the black hair merging with the black of the night, the precise exposure (you’re going to tell us you took it with your phone and posted it unaltered) . . . Your eye is as amazing as your nose, N.
the deep ambivalence of falling asleep on the bus : I thought it was a bit Edward Hopper
Exactly spot on!
Revive him with smelling salts?
I was always reading about them in Georgette Heyer.
How do they smell actually? Are they still being used?
I don’t know actually – have never been the fainting type !
Yes, you can still get smelling salts: I think they are ammonia-based, and a jolt to your system!
Neil, I am always intrigued by your blog posts, and entranced by the replies…
With mom and two sisters reading Georgette Heyer, as a teenager I read her Regency novels, too, and when I found some smelling salts in an old bathroom stash I tried them. Pretty harsh! Leave them alone!
I have actually not ever heard of this writer.
Shall have to investigate.
And I am glad you don’t mind the sheer randomness on here..
Georgette Heyer is brilliant – try Venetia or The Unknown Ajax first. I love False Colours, Frederica, A Civil Contract and Cotillion too.
Ps : AMMONIA ::::: Such a VILE smell !!
To me this man looked happily and deeply asleep, completely in his own world: imagine the electrifying horror of a foreigner waving some chemicals under your nose
I did not know they were THAT awful! Salt got me on the wrong foot; I imagined them in the sphere of bathing salt and swaying lilies ..
I fell asleep once in a train and awoke in the Betriebsbahnhof Dusburg in Germany instead of the rightful one! That memory sprang up beside the very poetic image …
And yes my mind tends to leap and ramble
God so does mine….
Another image captured, like the one of the pirouetting girl outside the station at night, with details no one could better if it was art-directed within an inch of its life. The blue of the seat, the orange indicator on the wall exactly in the best place compositionally, the neutral clothing, the black hair merging with the black of the night, the precise exposure (you’re going to tell us you took it with your phone and posted it unaltered) . . . Your eye is as amazing as your nose, N.
Stop it!
(but I will admit I get vast pleasure from capturing this kind of moment on my iPhone!)