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Across the wide waters
something comes
floating ~ a slim
and delicate
ship, filled
with white flowers~
and it moves
on its miraculous muscles
as though time didn't exist,
as though bringing such gifts
to the dry shore
was a happiness
almost beyond bearing.
And now it turns its dark eyes,
it rearranges
the clouds of its wings,
it trails
an elaborate webbed foot,
the color of charcoal.
Soon it will be here.
Oh, what shall I do
when that poppy-colored beak
rests in my hand?
Said Mrs. Blake of the poet:
I miss my husband's company ~
he is so often
in paradise.
Of course! the path to heaven
doesn't lie down in flat miles.
It's in the imagination
with which you perceive
this world,
and the gestures
with which you honor it.
Oh, what will I do, what will I say, when those
white wings
touch the shore?
~Mary Oliver
Photo: me
Poem: BooRad
Words : Mary Oliver
Another joint effort in the collaboration series with the awesome BooRad.
Boo told me he had a poem he wanted to use if I had a photo of a swan, so . . .
Thanks as always go to my friend Boo for supplying the words.
Please head over to Boo's stream for a perfect mixture of fine words and fine images.
I can add just one more photo to Flickr and then the limit of 200 is reached. I guess I have to get a Pro account...
Anyways.. I'll take a short photography brake for 3 days and go fly-fishing. Hope to share some stuff with you again next week (last week of my holiday). It should end with a bang right? Lets hope my large photography project will pay off then.. So far I haven't really had any luck, partly because I didn't make the right decisions. Lets see if I've learned from my mistakes.
09/05/15 - GameTime Photography of the Imagination Station Playground in Collegedale, TN.
Charlotte Photographer - PatrickSchneiderPhoto.com
An Art Journaling page by Rita Hutcheson-Cobbs and you can read more about this project at ritahutchesoncobbs.blogspot.com/2010/12/reuse-recycle-rec.... It was also featured in the December Zine at www.artjournaling.ning.com.
Imagination
Volume 6 No. 4, April 1955
Cover art by H. W. McCauley
Contents:
Highways in Hiding (Part 2 of 4) - George O. Smith
Albatross - Mack Reynolds
Hunting License - James McConnell
A Matter of Ethics - Russ Winterbotham
The Voyage of Vanishing Men - Stanley Mullen
Epcot's Journey into Imagination building at night. If you look closely you can see a mother holding her toddler up to enjoy the spectacle of a "backwards waterfall". I orignially wanted to do this as an HDR but realized I liked the darker elements of the single exposure better. Some selective dodging and burning and voila! Good enough for government work anyway.
Just another quote I love to live by. My theory on this quote would be having "book" knowledge, but taking it to practice in the real world with Imagination. So many concepts and values I uphold now that I certainly didn't learn through college in a textbook. You have to take it to another level and use the imagination to fully understand.
I could choose to keep this book on my shelf in the condition that I received it, or I could enhance it with a quote from the great philosopher.
I spelled than "then" 3 times and had to re write it.
09/05/15 - GameTime Photography of the Imagination Station Playground in Collegedale, TN.
Charlotte Photographer - PatrickSchneiderPhoto.com
we know of an ancient radiation
that haunts dismembered constellations
/"how would one dismember a constellation, exactly?"
"by killing one of the stars."
Imagination / Magazin-Reihe
> Hal Annas / No Sons Left to Die!
> Rog Phillips / The Cyberene
> Richard A. Sternbach / Jabberwock, Beware!
> Sherwood Springer / Love That Woo-Woo!
Cover: Malcolm Smith
Editor: William L. Hamling
Greenleaf Publishing Company /USA 1953
Reprint / Comic-Club NK 2010
ex libris MTP
I was in a city in Tunisia called Bizerte. Roaming about in the old part of the city, through it's narrow streets, I met this boy all alone playing with a simple stone.
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Ero in una città in Tunisia chiamata Bizerte. Vagando in giro nella parte vecchia della città, attraverso i suoi stretti vicoli, ho incontrato questo bambino tutto solo che giocava con un semplice sasso.
I spent five hours working on this last night, so I thought it would be a shame not to upload it here. It's for a photography contest at my library. The theme is 'What does literacy mean to you?' and to me it means the power to visit many different places and see many different people all in your imagination.
Oh, and by the way, this photo has 19 layers.... I haven't made a manip this complex in ages. But it feels good (not the part where I stayed up 4 hours longer than I planned though =P).
Imagination: Stories Of Science & Fantasy
Volume 1 No. 2, December 1950
Cover art by Harold W. McCauley
Contents:
The Old Ones - Betsy Curtis
It's Raining Frogs! - Milton Lesser
Tourists To Terra - Mack Reynolds
What So Proudly We Hail - Day Keene
The Ultimate Quest - Hal Annis
The Brave Walk Alone - John McGreevey
Meet Me In Tomorrow - Chester S. Geier (as Guy Archette)
Technical Slip - John Wyndham (as John Beynon)
Door of Imagination
Searching for Stories of Imagination
I have worked on various series of photography containing my imagination and come to this abstraction story. In this abstraction series, you may experience deja vu of your amazing memory from nature. You may stretch your imagination in very active and brilliant ways. The journey can go on endless with one imagination generating another.
In my photography, the photographer is a guide who opens door of story for you. Reflection images act as a mirror. They pull hidden memory from you and show you, and also open door of story. Without forcing, viewers can voluntarily find their stories and enter the space of imagination.
Viewers should go on with stories and imagine by themselves. Therefore, there are only filenames for identifying images. Viewers can make their own title or stories and continue with imagination.
Oriental people may imagine oriental stories and western people may imagine western stories. Or the opposite way is possible too. Their stories can begin from this and vary in themes according to their job and thoughts.
Sculpture by, Ann Hirsch of Somerville, Massachusetts
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Edited in PicMonkey, color tweaks.
"Disneyland will never be completed. It will continue to grow as long as there is imagination left in the world." —Walt Disney
Reality. Imagination. Truth. Sanity. Lack thereof.
Can't tell any more where one ends and the other begins.
If I'm living someone else's nightmare
Or my own wildest dream
Did I die at age 33 and swap timelines
And didn't even notice the transition?
Did several other versions of me die at age 33?
Across the dimensions.
and only the good ones are left now?
Or... only the bad ones?
Or how come I'm supposedly special suddenly?
I certainly wasn't yet last week!
Last week I was just me.
This time yesterday I was just me.
An hour ago I was just me.
Not anymore. Something changed.
And I doubt it's just me.
Is it just what happens when one does what I did?
Breaking Silence.
Taking the greatest pain and writing it off the soul.
And unlock what lies buried beneath. By accident.
Cause scare where the opposite was the goal?
Did I load a curse on myself?
Is it supposed to be a reward? A punishment?
Are these even viable terms here?
Appropriate and applicable?
Beyond my understanding.
And does it even matter if we're in heaven or hell
when you can't tell the two apart?
No. But what if that's just for now?
When all options have been ruled out.
All but one. The absurd, outrageous one.
Then I probably missed one in the first place?
Maybe just mind games. On the mind? By the mind?
Just obsession.
But what if not.
But what if yes.
Going in circles. Round and round and round.
Up and down, up and down.
Am I just being tested?
Culmination. Showdown.
Have I been trained for this all life?
Every dark road I had no choice but to follow.
Every step on broken glass.
Looks like a waysign now.
All pointing in one direction only. Right here.
Stones. Crystals. Stars. Constellations.
Time. Space. Numbers with a meaning.
Songs. Stories. Stories within stories.
Stories with no meaning. Thousands of them.
But a few that had one, a few that stuck.
Metaphors. Allegories. Clearly discernable as such.
...only to me, apparently? No one seems to notice.
Places so alluring, no one else will go.
Metamorphosis. Nostalgia. Utopia.
One can't get to the one
Without leaving the other behind.
Intuition. Reason. Feeling. Mixed signals.
The same, but in a whole different way.
Not as expected. The world on fire.
Down, up, down, up.
Too high, too fast. Got dizzy.
And the chase is on.
What on Earth are we doing to us...
09/05/15 - GameTime Photography of the Imagination Station Playground in Collegedale, TN.
Charlotte Photographer - PatrickSchneiderPhoto.com
Illustration (W. E. Terry) aus:
Imagination / Vol. 5 Nr. 10
Greenleaf Publishing Company
(Evanston / USA) Oktober 1954
ex libris MTP
Vermelho.. quem não gosta de vermelho? rsrsrs
Essa é uma das partes da ilustra principal.
Quando começo a desenhar essas viagens é tão difícil parar. rsrs Dá vontade de ir ligando elemento com elemento e fazer um outro Universo.
Imagination disposes of everything; it creates beauty, justice, and happiness, which is everything in this world.~Blaise Pascal
HEY,
been really busy,didn't comment on your beautiful photos,,catching up.
Inshallah soon i will be less busy..holidays for summer that means more time on flickr =).
brushes used from www.obsidiandawn.com/