Anton Chekhov

More ‘Neon Colour’ can be found here.

This weeks prompt was:

Light from an electronic device can create a dramatic photo. Most of us own at least one electronic gadget! Practice this illumination technique and share what you capture here on Wednesday. Alternate light sources: candle light, low lamp light, fireplace, or string lights.

Although I have to confess mine was from my (not previously published) archives due to lack of time for being creative this week.

More photos from the illuminate gallery can be found here.

The sex of the World Turtle is pivotal in proving or disproving a number of conflicting theories about the destination of Great A’Tuin’s journey through the cosmos. If, as the Discworld version of the popular “big bang theory” states, Great A’Tuin is moving to its mating grounds, then at the point of mating might the civilizations of the Disc be crushed or simply slide off? Attempts by telepaths to learn more about Great A’Tuin’s intents have not met with much success, mainly because they did not realise that its brain functions are on such a slow timescale. All they’ve been able to discern is that the Great A’Tuin is looking forward to something.

The other theory, described as being popular among the Discworld’s academics as the Discworld version of the steady state theory, which in-universe is known as the “steady gait” theory, is that he/she came from nowhere and is going to keep swimming through space to nowhere for ever. Eric shows Great A’Tuin being made instantly from nothing, seemingly in support of the theory that it came from nowhere and would continue at a constant pace into nowhere; however, the events in The Light Fantastic, in which the Great A’Tuin attended the hatching of eight baby turtles, each with four baby elephants and a tiny discworld of their own, would seem to support the Big Bang hypothesis.

Due to the Great A’Tuin’s travelling through the universe, the night sky of the Discworld, unlike that of our world, changes markedly over the course of decades, as the turtle departs older constellations and enters new ones. This means that astrologers must constantly update and alter their horoscopes to incorporate all-new zodiacs.

By Alfred Lord Tennyson

WHO would be
A mermaid fair,
Singing alone,
Combing her hair
Under the sea,
In a golden curl
With a comb of pearl,
On a throne?

II.
I would be a mermaid fair;
I would sing to myself the whole of the day;
With a comb of pearl I would comb my hair;
And still as I comb’d I would sing and say,
“Who is it loves me? who loves not me?”
I would comb my hair till my ringlets would fall,
Low adown, low adown,
From under my starry sea-bud crown
Low adown and around,
And I should look like a fountain of gold
Springing alone
With a shrill inner sound,
Over the throne
In the midst of the hall;
Till that great sea-snake under the sea
From his coiled sleeps in the central deeps
Would slowly trail himself sevenfold
Round the hall where I sate, and look in at the gate
With his large calm eyes for the love of me.
And all the mermen under the sea
Would feel their immortality
Die in their hearts for the love of me.

III.
But at night I would wander away, away,
I would fling on each side my low-flowing locks,
And lightly vault from the throne and play
With the mermen in and out of the rocks;
We would run to and fro, and hide and seek,
On the broad sea-wolds in the crimson shells,
Whose silvery spikes are nighest the sea.
But if any came near I would call, and shriek,
And adown the steep like a wave I would leap
From the diamond-ledges that jut from the dells;
For I would not be kiss’d by all who would list,
Of the bold merry mermen under the sea;
They would sue me, and woo me, and flatter me,
In the purple twilights under the sea;
But the king of them all would carry me,
Woo me, and win me, and marry me,
In the branching jaspers under the sea;
Then all the dry pied things that be
In the hueless mosses under the sea
Would curl round my silver feet silently,
All looking up for the love of me.
And if I should carol aloud, from aloft
All things that are forked, and horned, and soft
Would lean out from the hollow sphere of the sea,
All looking down for the love of me.

Clown fish start life as males and live inside a sea anemone, together with a female clownfish. The female prevents the males from changing sex by bullying them. When she dies, the largest male changes sex and takes over her role.

Wrasses, damselfish and antheas, not only change sex, but also colour! Unlike clownfish they are born females and later change into males.

Usually there is one male in charge of a harem of females. When he dies the largest female changes colour and becomes a male within a matter of days.

What an interesting concept…

Robert A. Heinlein