#glacier blanc

[hauntedbystorytelling]

Léon Gimpel :: Environs du Mont-Blanc, les séracs de la Mer de Glace. 25 août 1911, Autochrome. © Musée d’Orsay

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#leon gimpel #alpinism #rocky landscape #autochrome #autochrom #autokrom #additive color screen plate #Autochrome #Lumière Autochrome #glacier #la mer de glace #landscape #léon gimpel #1910s #low angle shot #mont blanc

[transparentgentlemenmarker]

#ours blanc #glacier #glace #eis #bear

[monochromeradiationsensitive]

'Mer' de glace, Chamonix

#black and white #photographers on tumblr #original photographers #film photography #6x6 film #medium format #mountains #hasselblad #shootfilm #chamonix #mont blanc #france #glacier

[emaadsidiki]

༺♡ Geneva is just a hop over the border to France ♡༻ 

#And someday we'll look back and say it was fun #mountains #trains #cable car #chamonix #mont blanc #glacier #france #switzerland #geneva #lake geneva #geneva water fountain #jet d'eau #geneva harbour #cafe #restaurant #aircraft #aviation #airport #travel

[everyday1photo]

Matterhorn from Mont Blanc

#chamonix mont blanc #monte bianco #mont blanc #matterhorn #matterhorn glacier paradise #courmayeur #france #swiss #switzerland #italylovers #italytravel #italy #italia #travel photo blog #winter pics #winter photography #winter #travel photography #photoblog #vacation #tummy #photobugcommunity #travel #alpsmountains #mountain

[twilighttheater]

“Honestly between my Sawsbuck and Flareon I just give new genetic challenges to Professor Juniper by total accident.”

#winter advisory ❄️ blanc status update #autumn: has an ability rarely seen in flareons #glacier: ??? who knows #I like to think glacier's been giving professor juniper a headache for years

[miraculous-prompts]

Write a fic about Max as Cat Blanc saving Qilin from Andre as Malediktator

#Max Kante #Sabine Cheng #Andre Glacier #Cat Blanc #Qilin #Malediktator #fic prompt

[les-emerveillements]

Glacier de la Brenva en fin de saison - 2009

#glacier #Mont blanc #Brenva #automne #montagne #mountains #Val veny #Val d'Aoste #Italy #courmayeur

[burningvelvet]

Some of Mary Shelley’s journal entries from late July 1816 when she, Percy, and Claire toured the Valley of Chamounix and visited the Mer de Glace (Montanvert). The scenery inspired Frankenstein and Percy Shelley’s poem Mont Blanc:

“Tuesday, July 23 (Chamounix). — In the morning, after breakfast, we mount our mules to see the source of the Arveiron. When we had gone about three parts of the way, we descended and continued our route on foot, over loose stones, many of which were an enormous size. We came to the source, which lies (like a stage) surrounded on the three sides by mountains and glaciers. We sat on a rock, which formed the fourth, gazing on the scene before us. An immense glacier was on our left, which continually rolled stones to its[Pg 145] foot. It is very dangerous to be directly under this. Our guide told us a story of two Hollanders who went, without any guide, into a cavern of the glacier, and fired a pistol there, which drew down a large piece on them. We see several avalanches, some very small, others of great magnitude, which roared and smoked, overwhelming everything as it passed along, and precipitating great pieces of ice into the valley below. This glacier is increasing every day a foot, closing up the valley. We drink some water of the Arveiron and return. After dinner think it will rain, and Shelley goes alone to the glacier of Boison. I stay at home. Read several tales of Voltaire. In the evening I copy Shelley’s letter to Peacock.”

“Wednesday, July 24. — To-day is rainy; therefore we cannot go to Col de Balme. About 10 the weather appears clearing up. Shelley and I begin our journey to Montanvert. Nothing can be more desolate than the ascent of this mountain; the trees in many places having been torn away by avalanches, and some half leaning over others, intermingled with stones, present the appearance of vast and dreadful desolation. It began to rain almost as soon as we left our inn. When we had mounted considerably we turned to look on the scene. A dense white mist covered the vale, and tops of scattered pines peeping above were the only objects that presented themselves. The rain continued in torrents. We were wetted to the skin; so that, when we had ascended halfway, we resolved to turn back. As we descended, Shelley went before, and, tripping up, fell upon his knee. This added to the weakness occasioned by a blow on his ascent; he fainted, and was for some minutes incapacitated from continuing his route.

We arrived wet to the skin. I read Nouvelles Nouvelles, and write my story. Shelley writes part of letter.”

Excerpts from Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein:

“At length I arrived at the village of Chamounix. Exhaustion succeeded to the extreme fatigue both of body and of mind which I had endured. For a short space of time I remained at the window watching the pallid lightnings that played above Mont Blanc and listening to the rushing of the Arve, which pursued its noisy way beneath. The same lulling sounds acted as a lullaby to my too keen sensations; when I placed my head upon my pillow, sleep crept over me; I felt it as it came and blessed the giver of oblivion.”

“These sublime and magnificent scenes afforded me the greatest consolation that I was capable of receiving. They elevated me from all littleness of feeling, and although they did not remove my grief, they subdued and tranquillised it. In some degree, also, they diverted my mind from the thoughts over which it had brooded for the last month. I retired to rest at night; my slumbers, as it were, waited on and ministered to by the assemblance of grand shapes which I had contemplated during the day. They congregated round me; the unstained snowy mountain-top, the glittering pinnacle, the pine woods, and ragged bare ravine, the eagle, soaring amidst the clouds—they all gathered round me and bade me be at peace.”

“Where had they fled when the next morning I awoke? All of soul-inspiriting fled with sleep, and dark melancholy clouded every thought. The rain was pouring in torrents, and thick mists hid the summits of the mountains, so that I even saw not the faces of those mighty friends. Still I would penetrate their misty veil and seek them in their cloudy retreats. What were rain and storm to me? My mule was brought to the door, and I resolved to ascend to the summit of Montanvert. I remembered the effect that the view of the tremendous and ever-moving glacier had produced upon my mind when I first saw it. It had then filled me with a sublime ecstasy that gave wings to the soul and allowed it to soar from the obscure world to light and joy. The sight of the awful and majestic in nature had indeed always the effect of solemnising my mind and causing me to forget the passing cares of life. I determined to go without a guide, for I was well acquainted with the path, and the presence of another would destroy the solitary grandeur of the scene.”

Mary used some of Percy’s poetry in Frankenstein. Here’s an excerpt from one of Percy Shelley’s most famous poems, Mont Blanc: Lines Written in the Vale of Chamouni:

“Some say that gleams of a remoter world

Visit the soul in sleep, that death is slumber,

And that its shapes the busy thoughts outnumber

Of those who wake and live.—I look on high;

Has some unknown omnipotence unfurl'd

The veil of life and death? or do I lie

In dream, and does the mightier world of sleep

Spread far around and inaccessibly

Its circles? For the very spirit fails,

Driven like a homeless cloud from steep to steep

That vanishes among the viewless gales!

Far, far above, piercing the infinite sky,

Mont Blanc appears—still, snowy, and serene;

Its subject mountains their unearthly forms

Pile around it, ice and rock; broad vales between

Of frozen floods, unfathomable deeps,

Blue as the overhanging heaven, that spread

And wind among the accumulated steeps;

A desert peopled by the storms alone,

Save when the eagle brings some hunter's bone,

And the wolf tracks her there—how hideously

Its shapes are heap'd around! rude, bare, and high,

Ghastly, and scarr'd, and riven.—Is this the scene

Where the old Earthquake-daemon taught her young

Ruin? Were these their toys? or did a sea

Of fire envelop once this silent snow?

None can reply—all seems eternal now.

The wilderness has a mysterious tongue

Which teaches awful doubt, or faith so mild,

So solemn, so serene, that man may be,

But for such faith, with Nature reconcil'd;

Thou hast a voice, great Mountain, to repeal

Large codes of fraud and woe; not understood

By all, but which the wise, and great, and good

Interpret, or make felt, or deeply feel.”

Excerpt of a letter from Percy Shelley to his friend Thomas Love Peacock, July 25th:

“We have returned from visiting the glacier of Montanvert, or as it is called the Sea of Ice, a scene in truth of dizzying wonder. The path that winds to it along the side of a mountain, now clothed with pines, now intersected with snowy hollows, is wide and steep. The cabin of Montanvert is three leagues from Chamouni, half of which distance is performed on mules, not so sure-footed but that on the first day the one which I rode fell in what the guides call a mauvais pas, so that I narrowly escaped being precipitated down the mountain. We passed over a hollow covered with snow, down which vast stones are accustomed to roll. One had fallen the preceding day, a little time after we had returned: our guides desired us to pass quickly, for it is said that sometimes the least sound will accelerate their descent. We arrived at Montanvert, however, safe.

On all sides precipitous mountains, the abodes of unrelenting frost, surround this vale: their sides are banked up with ice and snow, broken, heaped high, and exhibiting terrific chasms. The summits are sharp and naked pin-nacles, whose overhanging steepness will not even permit snow to rest upon them. Lines of dazzling ice occupy here and there their perpendicular rifts, and shine through the driving vapours with inexpressible brilliance: they pierce the clouds like things not belonging to this earth.

The vale itself is filled with a mass of undulating ice, and has an ascent sufficiently gradual even to the remotest abysses of these horrible deserts. It is only half a league (about two miles) in breadth, and seems much less. It exhibits an appearance as if frost had suddenly bound up the waves and whirlpools of a mighty torrent. We walked some distance upon its surface. The waves are elevated about twelve or fifteen feet from the surface of the mass, which is intersected by long gaps of unfathomable depth, the ice of whose sides is more beautifully azure than the sky. In these regions everything changes, and is in motion.

This vast mass of ice has one general progress, which ceases neither day nor night; it breaks and bursts for ever: some undulations sink while others rise; it is never the same. The echo of rocks, or of the ice and snow which fall from their overhanging precipices, or roll from their aerial summits, scarcely ceases for one moment. One would think that Mont Blanc, like the god of the Stoics, was a vast animal, and that the frozen blood for ever circulated through his stony veins.

We dined (M[ary], C[lare], and I) on the grass, in the open air, surrounded by this scene. The air is piercing and clear. We returned down the mountain sometimes encompassed by the driving vapours, sometimes cheered by the sunbeams, and arrived at our inn by seven o'clock.”

#i should’ve kept this up all summer w other documents but College #mary shelley’s 1816 journal #love the mule mentions in her diary + Frankenstein #lake geneva 1816 #literature #english literature #romanticism #poetry #aesthetic #dark academia #history #writing #percy shelley #mary shelley #frankenstein #mont blanc #switzerland #lake geneva #geneva #swiss alps #lac leman #montanvert #mountains #scenery #summer #1816 #romantics #young romantics #villa diodati

[figofswords]

Key art final for my art for gaming class! Inga’s story and world have been a lot of fun to develop.

Inspired by exploratory games such as Journey and Blanc and envisioned as a hand-drawn environmental rpg, Inga’s Trail follows its titular character across a glacier-covered post-apocalyptic future earth in search of her brother Mikko and the rest of her village.

#key art #game art #digital art #original character #concept art #concept illustration #illustration #video game art #character design #splash art #inga’s trail #pen doodles

[ourstaturestouchtheskies]

Self-Portrait - Raphael // Self-Portrait with a Green Vest – Eugène Delacroix // Self-Portrait – Diego Velázquez // Portrait of a Man (Self Portrait) – Jan van Eyck // Self-Portrait - Jean-Baptiste-Pierre Le Brun // Self-Portrait - Jacques-Louis David // Self-Portrait – Peter Paul Rubens // Mont Blanc and the Glacier des Bossons Looking Down the Arve Valley – JMW Turner // Self-Portrait – Elin Danielson-Gambogi // Self-Portrait - Gwen John // Self-Portrait as Saint Catherine of Alexandria – Artemisia Gentileschi // Self-Portrait in a Straw Hat – Élisabeth Louise Vigée Le Brun // Self-Portrait – Judith Leyster // Self-Portrait – Louise Hollandine of the Palatinate // Self-Portrait with Palette – Marie Bashkirtseff // La Rue des Clos Moreaux – Gwen John

#elin danielson gambogi #gwen john #artemisia gentileschi #elisabeth louise vigee le brun #judith leyster #louise hollandine of the palatinate #marie bashkirtseff #you're just a boy (and i'm kinda the man) #yjabaiktm #maisie peters #maisie peters the good witch #the good witch maisie peters #the good witch #art #art history #lyrics #lyric art

[transparentgentlemenmarker]

🇨🇭 hiver 2023/2024

Les trains panoramiques de la Suisse GLACIER EXPRESS -BERNINA EXPRESS - JUNGFRAUBAHN -GOLDEN PASS - GRAND TRAIN TOUR - GORNERGAT BAHN - GOTTARD - LUZERN INTERLAKEN - MONT BLANC - MOB - WENGERNALPBAHN

#trains panoramiques #winter 2024 #winter 2023 #hiver #switzerland #suisse

[blackswaneuroparedux]

Those who travel to mountain-tops are half in love with themselves, and half in love with oblivion.

- Robert Macfarlane, Mountains of the Mind: A History of a Fascination

Restored footage from 1899 of climbers descending the Mer de Glace (Sea of Ice) located on the northern slopes of the Mont Blanc massif, in the French Alps. The footage originally from the Lumiere Archives.

The Mer de Glace glacier lies above the Chamonix valley in the French Alps. It is spectacular and well worth a climb, for those inclined. I’ve climbed to this side of Mont Blanc . It is 7.5 km long and 200 metres (660 ft) deep but, when all its tributary glaciers are taken into account, it can be regarded as the longest and largest glacier in France, and the second longest in the Alps after the Aletsch Glacier.

In literature it was made famous by Mary Shelley who had Dr Frankenstein meet his creation twice whilst mountaineering on the Mer de Glace.  

#macfarlane #robert macfarlane #quote #mountain #mountaineering #chamonix #mer de glace #french alps #france #climbing #frankenstein #mary shelley #wanderlust

[emaadsidiki]

༺♡ Geneva to Chamonix Mont Blanc ♡༻

#And someday we'll look back and say it was fun #geneva #switzerland #cafe #aiguille du dru #mer de glace #trains #mountains #cable car #glacier #france #chamonix #mont blanc

[hometoursandotherstuff]

This is different-  Mont Blanc in the Alps at Switzerland has a great view and also had the right conditions for winter sports. So 2 engineers, pioneers of building the first cable cars, thought it would be the perfect place. 

The project turned out to be difficult. To make matters worse, one of the engineers was killed in a hunting accident. So, Emil Strub, the remaining one, approached an Italian engineer, Giulio Ceretti, and together they designed a “suspension railway” system.

Then, Emil died and Giulio carried out the project. So, what happened to the cable cars?

First, our explorers discovered the massive station, lost on the rocks, surrounded by trees.

They went around it and discovered the mechanism of the cable car. There’s one car from the 20s/30s left. Isn’t that amazing? It’s still hanging there.

Stairs gave them access to a second level. There were still period advertisements on the arrival platform.

Looking up, they saw the driving position of the 1st section. Between the 1st and the 2nd sections, they saw part of the machinery with cables and counterweights.

Then, they visited a technical room of machinery for the 1st section where there are still shafts and pulleys.

They came out and below they saw another installation. Another machine room, as well as a superb panorama, were there.

They felt that the photos they took didn’t reflect the reality of the site. So, they went back just a few years later and found that the site has been deteriorated and heavily tagged despite its difficulty of access.

They posted the last 2 photos to show the damage. It hurt to see this heritage so messed up and it is a pity that nothing has been done to preserve it.

https://www.neverends.net/ancienne-gare-de-la-para-du-telepherique-des-glaciers/

#abandoned cable car #abandoned ski cable car #abandoned in the alps #long post

[twilighttheater]

Blanc “Examine!” + Glacier's never-melt ice collar

Send “Examine!” and an item or person and I’ll write an RPG description of it/them.

Glacier's collar! It's large and made of brown leather, with never-melt ice fastened into a metal piece in the middle. It's hanging up in the stable in a case until late spring, the chill in late autumn tends to signify it's time to take it off; you don't want him to catch more chill than necessary after all.

He has no ice moves so it doesn't help him in battle at all, it just keeps the intensity of major heat off of him. You really can't thank Professor Juniper enough, you had no idea how to help him with his heat intake after he evolved.

#jaksrpbox #you're in the know right? ❄️ blanc asks #the king of white forest has snow in his steps ❄️ glacier #ooooh nice to get the chance to talk about this a little!