Whitebait à la 1845
Being an attempt to replicate the white-bait recipe in Joseph Bregion and Anne Miller's 1845 cookbook, The Practical Cook, English and Foreign.
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Miwackulous Tye Monday
HOW THE DOOSE DOES HE MANAGE IT ?
Historical reenactors portraying Captain Daniel Cushing's company at Fort Meigs before an evening tour. Some of them are infantry (white lace on uniform) and some are artillery (yellow lace), which is historically correct for the mixed company and also reflects the role of U.S. artillery as a kind of light infantry in the War of 1812.
I tried to capture the moment their flintlock muskets went off with a shower of flame and sparks (firing a charge of gunpowder + cartridge paper), but didn't get it in several tries. Of possible interest to many of my mutuals is this short video by Brandon F. demonstrating a musket fired in the typical historical reenactment style vs. live ammunition:
I don't know what he means by only Europeans firing a paper charge, because at least a few North American groups do that for demonstrations.
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Dolman de chasseur a cheval de la garde imperiale
First French Empire Style, Napoleonic era
(Artcurial — Sale Verly Family Collection - 18 december 2020)
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please please please when something good happens, let yourself feel good! be proud of yourself, revel in that joy, bask in the happiness. you deserve it! you deserve to feel good!!
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Dusk falls at Fort Meigs, Ohio, before a lantern-light tour.
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Book 4: Javert Déraillé
Sketching Les Mis Chapter 5.4.1 - Javert Off The Track
Where I live now is about eight miles from Fort Meigs, and I think a lot about how this area would be part of the last stretch of desolate wilderness for soldiers approaching the armed camp on the Maumee River over land. Eight miles could potentially take a long time—I read something about the baggage train breaking down every mile, the conditions were just that bad. Water and mud could be waist-deep.
There are literally thousands of miles of drainage ditches and many thousands of miles of underdrainage pipes today, and I have nice paved roads and other modern amenities. But the sense of desolation remains. It feels very isolated in this semi-rural neighborhood even though there are a few nice restaurants about two miles away, and stores and shops in a similar distance. I look forward to (hopefully) moving into more of a town environment. There are still stretches of what looks like marshland on my way to work, and water sits on the fields around me.
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Clathrus archeri aka Devil's Fingers
Steve Parsons via Twitter
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Thinking about him (Lord Byron)...
From his poetics to his superstition to his pet bear, certainly a figure to look into.
Bust of Lord Byron. 1830–70. The Metropolitan Museum of Art.
Oh, and how could I forget the time he tried to buy a twelve-year-old girl from her mother?
BONUS: I have to draw the resulting soldier.
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Red-billed gulls, North Cronulla Beach, Cronulla, New South Wales, Australia
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They blossomed, they did not talk about blossoming.
-- Dejan Stojanovic
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Gavarni's Statue in the 9th district of Paris
French vintage postcard
A Merchant Naval Captain circa 1830-1835, by George Chinnery.
It is these fellows that raise such reports against the English navy, that frighten the poor fellows so; they hear of men being flogged until they die under the lash, and all the lies that can be invented. Not that the masters of the merchant vessels are at all backward in disparaging the service, but threaten to send a man on board a man-of-war for a punishment, if he behaves ill — that itself is enough to raise a prejudice against the service.
— Frederick Marryat, Percival Keene
Source: rmg.co.uk