After removing the outer, paper-like skin from these soup shells, the strengthening ribs have been revealed. These of course add nothing to the flavour of the soup itself, but rather, they help to keep the constituent particles and fluids safe as they complete their migratory travels.
Once liberated from the metal fortress, the soup is surprisingly soft, with viscosity varying according to species. Flavours are extremely varied also, ranging from delicious to disgustingly inedible.
As a bonus, the lightness and strength of the discarded shells makes them useful for all sorts of technical projects, with the two shown here being prepared for use in an experimental solar heating system for a greenhouse.
No one really knows where soup comes from and the internet is full of misinformation on the subject. But, thanks to painstaking new research from universities on several continents, it now seems highly likely that this universal delicacy really is the product of the (once thought to be) mythical Soup Dragon.
Remember though, this new hypothesis should be taken with a pinch of salt.
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Usual caveats.
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For some reason, and I suspect that it might have something to do with the possibility that, in the near future, my atoms may well be split into their component particles by one of Mr Putin's atomic bombs, I see quite a dark scene...
There, on the right, emerging from the depths, a terrible sea monster takes a second snap at a slightly dismembered starfish, one of whose severed limbs can be seen floating to the surface.
And there, on the left, resting in blissful ignorance just below the surface, a rare, leafless Leafy Sea Dragon is taking-in what remains of the day's sunshine before heading off home for a nice quiet night with his developing brood.
Let's hope that the monster is so engrossed in the starfish that he doesn't spot the Dragon, allowing it to float clamly away.
And don't worry too much about the starfish, as each severed limb will grow a new body and those new, err... clones, will most likely carry on with whatever it is that starfish get up to.
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Well. Let’s start with Arthur Brown. Yes, The Crazy World of Arthur Brown. That’s him, on stage, with his funny flaming hat and a whip.
Discounting Mr Brown, it’s a cave painting depicting a prehistoric shaman, who’s acting out the forthcoming hunt such that it might successfully supply substantial quantities of meat for the tribe. Perhaps they’ll bag a mammoth.
Or maybe it’s…
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This is what flowers look like. No, really.
Keep in mind that things (in this case ‘Hollyhocks’) exist in time as well as space and therefore one must combine the two in order to begin to see the phenomenon of reality.
If you do this often enough you may sometimes start to wonder about the very fabric of existence. Well, I do, you might not, if you know what’s good for you.
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Usual caveats etc.
Ten hand-held exposures taken in a 90 degree arc (or thereabouts) blended together in Photoshop.
Hollyhocks at Highdown Gardens, Sussex.
Tags: in the round Highdown Gardens
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