I'll probably be back later with a written post, but these bubble photos speak for themselves.
Richard Heeks took them, his wife popped the bubbles. Thanks, Richard.
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Not so much cutting edge as half-cut and still sliding.
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2 comments:
They certainly are amazing. Reminds me of the giant bubbles we used to make when the children were younger, using liquid gelatine (I think) mixed with washing up liquid and water, made bubbles six feet long if you got it right. Poignant sub-story of the wife giving up on the popping there.
Fabulous, aren't they?
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