#River Drôme

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Sir William Russell Flint (1880-1969) - The nymph of the Drôme

Watercolour on paper. 10.5 x 14.5 inches, 26.7 x 36.8 cm.

Estimate: £2,000-3,000.

Sold Lyon & Turnbull, Edinburgh, 5 Dec 2024 for £3,780 incl B.P.

The Drôme is a river in southeastern France, a left tributary of the Rhône.

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Forest (No. 107)

Pantà de la Baells, E (seven pics)

Saint-Nazaire-en-Royans, F (three pics)

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"Au bord de l'Isère" (les reflets de St Barnard)

© Claude Vergoz, 2024- Leave captions and credits, no re-blogs to NSFW/18+

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Since the last Miyazaki's film, I look differently at my heron...

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More Dead Poets headcanons: historical (Belle Époque) edition

Is this just fully self-indulgence now? Yes. (Insert Starship Troopers gif: "I'M DOING MY PART!")

- Todd is the second son of a couturier who prefers writing fairytales about the dresses instead of doing business with them. He often slips away to go play in string quarters in little riverside bistros and sit in on writers' salons. Strictly speaking he doesn't need to sneak as nobody outside his family really knows who he is, but he does it anyway

- Neil is the contrastingly very high-profile son of a government minister who has seen Todd looking uncomfortable at various balls and recognises him one evening playing violin in the corner of a dingy little cafe, because HE'S also been sneaking out

- Charlie is a dilettante and hangs about with artists (to the dismay of his parents) and keeps the gossip rags well stocked. Neil became friends with him at fourteen out of spite for his parents then discovered that they got on extremely well and that was, as they say, that

- Meeks is a student at the newly-formed University of Paris, unfortunately dating these headcanons exactly to 1896. He spends his time working feverishly on investigating radio waves + using them in communication, a discovery he is unfortunately eventually beaten to by Guglielmo Marconi (yeah, the real guy). Meeks keeps up a significant correspondence both with scientific luminaries (on a first name basis with Max Planck somehow???) and the large amount of siblings he's left behind in a village near Drôme, spending all his allowance on ink and foolscap. (Yes, he speaks fluent Provençal!) Pitts is an American classmate (courtesy of his father working in the embassy), and does mysterious things with aniline dyes after classes in the shed at the bottom of his garden. They prudently don't ask

- Chris is one of Todd's father's clients who befriends him after he very succinctly tells her exactly what's wrong with the fabric and colour and silhouette of the dress her fiance ordered for her. Said fiance is Knox, who Chris is marrying not particularly out of anything more than a very lukewarm platonic affection, but more out of a desire to get out, now, and to decide on something, Now. Knox knows this but he's still convinced it will work out (?????). Ginny is Chris' best friend very explicitly disapproving about it the whole time, and half in love with her as well

- Cameron meanwhile is a pencil-pusher at the American embassy (he's French, though, not American) and befriends Knox and then Charlie and then everyone else through strange twists of fate. Secretly reads a lot of dime novels on the sly. Insists he doesn't

- For at least one glorious summer they all get out and go free. Meeks takes them all down to see his family and Neil goes careening down country back lanes on his (new, very handsome) bicycle, with Todd sitting precariously on the handlebars and laughing the whole way. Knox gets a barge ("Where from?" "Well, I came across it tethered, abandoned, just... over there." "Over THERE?" "Yes. What's the problem?" [DISTANT, EXTREMELY HEATED SHOUTING] "Ah, Christ.") and they all end up in the river one way or another. When they get back to Paris the quiet of the countryside has sharpened everything to even harsher brilliance and Charlie pulls them all to visit his artist acquaintances and they go to the bars out of the way where men can be seen with men and the air is thick with smoke enough that nobody can really see each other's faces, and Neil pulls Todd into a clumsy waltz and thinks, this is how it should always have been from the moment that I was born.

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Souvenirs de cet été

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Cliché de l’hôtel de ville de Chabeuil

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Rivière en automne.

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Le Pont Roman - Nyons - Eté 2018

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Forest (No. 108)

Saint-Nazaire-en-Royans, F

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"Sous les ponts" (Bords de l'Isère, Bourg-de-Péage, 26-FR)

© Claude Vergoz, 2024- Leave captions and credits, no re-blogs to NSFW/18+

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Along the river (7) : sunset and the levee

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19, 21 et 76 !

19. favorite mythical creature, why?

Mhhh good question. I will be a little chauvinistic and answer La Bête du Gévaudan because it attacked near where I live and because it's such an awesome story that we don't yet know much about. Probably won't ever. (also there is the most dreadful museum ever about this. Really. We laughed our asses off there).

But that's not really mythical, right? So I'll go for the kelpie for sheer class and the fact that it's a horse, and childhood me is yelling to add Pegasus, too.

I LIKE HORSEYS

21. where did you grow up, what was it like?

Previous question had part of the answer. First part was lived at the border of Ardèche and Drôme, and especially relatively close and in the same time-line as to where and when they discovered the Chauvet cave so I'm eternally obsessed with it. Second part in Drôme Provençale surrounded by the northernmost lavender fields, so it smelled like toilet freshener in summer. Joking aside, it was a very small village and while I had a lot of problems with that I also met my childhood friend there (22 years now! Wow) and we would go down to the river and play in it until it got dry every summer, at being mermaids. Later we'd just. Sit in my kitchen and be bored together. Cause there was nothing to do and it could already reach 40C relatively frequently in summer.

In winter there was always a week or so of relatively thick snow and we'd found a way to train our dogs to help us bring the sledges up the tiny hill we sledged from.

In the spring there would be newts and frogs in the river and I caught them to bring them to my little brothers school, then put them back in the evening.

It was nice.

76. what’s the funniest tv show you’ve ever seen?

I don't watch that many funny TV shows?

But I love whatever Les Nuls have ever done and I will die on this hill so I guess whatever TV show they did