View of the Nancy Brown Peace Carillon on Belle Isle in Detroit, Michigan. Canoeists and canoes on canal in foreground. Handwritten on back: "Nancy Brown Carillon tower at Belle Isle. Taken summer time 1957."
Burton Historical Collection, Detroit Public Library
Watching that North Sea/Hoist the Colours post again, a couple of the lines of that song caught me again: “The bell has been raised from its watery grave; can you hear its sepulchral tone?” And I just …
I really love bells? As an image. A symbol. Toll the Dead is my favourite 5e cantrip. In Pathfinder, my two favourite thaumaturge implements, just for theme, are lantern and bell. I have a homebrew forge god who has the bell as his main symbol. I just. I really love the imagery of bells.
Bells sound for funerals. Bells count the passing of hours. Bells warn of approaching danger. In a nautical setting, bells mean port and/or buoys declaring safe water. The ghostly bell ringing through the mist means death or home. Bells toll out your life. Bells toll out your death. Bells mark territory: the bells of the church mark the parish, the bells of the night watchman mark out the protected area. Fog buoys mark home channels. Given the history tangled up in the Catholic Church, bells also symbolised power and wealth (church/town bells and especially full carillons were not cheap, and the biggest, heaviest, most expensive bells were parish and municipal status symbols) while at the same time, because of the association with death and funerals, also symbolised ultimate equality. Bells symbolise victory and celebration, sounding for weddings as well as funerals. Bells mean a call, often a call to school or to church, or an alarm bell, but also a general summons.
The bell tolls. Sound the death knell. Ring out your great bells in victory. Oranges and lemons, say the bells of St Clements. One o’clock and all’s well!
Bells have such a lovely tangle of images attached. Death. The inevitable passage of time. Alarm. Warning. The delineation of safe places. Celebration. Wealth. Equality. Summons. There’s a lot to play with.
And just. At the base of it all, and calling back to Hoist the Colours above … there’s nothing quite like the ghostly, sepulchral toll of bell to mark the call, and the end. Heh.
I just. I really enjoy the symbolism of bells a lot.
Aujourd’hui je termine enfin de vous présenter le dernier des stickers sur lequel j’ai travaillé l’année dernière ! 🦇
Je suis une très grande fan du jeu Okami, et un soir j’ai eu soudainement très envie de créer mon propre kami / divinité du pinceau chauve-souris et d’imaginer à quoi il ressemblerait dans le jeu…
Voici donc Fūrigami (de fūrin en japonais qui signifie carillon), le petit dieu du son ! 🎐 Je trouve ça assez rigolo que ce soit une chauve-souris bruyante, alors que ce sont des animaux au contraire très discrets !
J’imagine en jeu que l’on dessinerait la forme d’un carillon et que le son étourdirait certains ennemis~ 🎶
Qu’en pensez-vous ? Est-ce que vous connaissiez le jeu ? ❤️
@dreamlune : wearing a frilly pale pink two-piece, she's sat at the edge of the pool, tying her hair up into a ponytail ( much unusual but it's pool date ! ).
pool dates are a foreign idea for him, but he had chosen to come with her here since she seemed particularly excited about a new swimsuit she bought for the occasion. it's a cute ensemble with frills: he knows this because he knows he's been staring ever since she first showed it to him. before he calls out to her, he is quiet and his eyes trail her hands weaving through her hair to bunch it together, at the way the hair scrunchie lazily rests on her wrist as she ties, then he watches the water drip from her skin, from her forearms, from her neck—
ah, that wasn't very proper of him...
❛ i got us ice cream, ❜ he says, averting his eyes politely as he walks over to hand over hers. do not look— ❛ i'm sorry it took a while; the line was long. ❜