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Lewis disapproves of my flip-flop socks...

Prompt: WW2 Luftwaffe fighter pilot is standing next to his Focke Wulf FW190

 

Negative prompt: lowres, bad anatomy, bad hands, cropped, worst quality

Drawing exercise from Carla Sonheim. Each Thursday she is posting a "paint blob" image to use as the starting point for a drawing.

You can check out her blog here:

 

carlasonheim.wordpress.com

Oct. 24, 2010, 8:30 a.m. The various running groups (half-marathon, 10k, 5k, women-only, learn-to-walk) start heading out for their Sunday long run (or walk). The building on the east side of O'Connor Ave (opposite the Slater St. Running Room) is still under construction, forcing runners out into the street.

You'd think that, instead of telling me I need to log in, Google would actually give me the ability to log in within this window. As it is, it is wasted space, with no link to a login page or module.

 

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this is my funky shell prompt.

 

includes user @ pwd

also, in brackets, which branch the current git checkout is on

the time

what partition i'm on, and how full it is ..

and then the current load

Anti-slug tape....which actually seems to be working....hurrah!!

I had to take a photo under the sitting room light to get a shadow for the photo prompt word today!

Taken by Olivia (age 10)

Artwork created by Midjourney from a sequence of text.

 

Artwork created by Midjourney from a sequence of text.

 

Midjourney v6.0alpha has better TEXT capabilities.

Watercolor and Conte' crayons, gold acrylic ink, Touch Twin alcohol markers, Colorwash spray.

 

The lyrics are from Mysterious Ways by U2.

 

All rights reserved and copyright protected.

Mode: Julien Fournier (Photography, Direction, Make Up)

Dreams planned

(Prepare to hatch)

Yellow sunray fingers

wave at us from all directions

 

I ask the never ending question

with my children by my side

Dreams - stillborn, dead on arrival?

 

Vacant silence

Windy absence

 

One side of the coin is burned

Dreams expected

Tears filled my eyes

Dreams mourned

 

How do they again appear -

Clean, crisp, moist, dewy fresh

(But not quite)

Miles upon miles upon miles of grassland

 

My art thisyear reflects

 

My Life

 

It is burnt, dirty, damage so thick

 

Last Summer I sat on the prairie in South Dakota

Dreams marked on the calendar

Dreams anticipated

Dreams - dashed before they take a complete breath

 

Several days determine the congruity of that event

"What just happened?"

I-90 at my back

with so much of life and life as an artist

 

My Dreams, stillborn

 

My Art

 

Two paradoxical sides of the same coin.

Prompt for April 10, 2013. You can read more about this photo here: beckycochrane.com/2013/04/10/april-photo-a-day-a-place/

BED. This is the only out of picture I will do out of order. I woke up at 5:30am and got up and looked back at my bed. It reminded me of just how empty it is and just how lonely I felt at the moment because no one was on the other side. I took a picture and the lamp just appeared super bright. Like it was shining the light on what is lacking in that bed.

Egg numero 33, "Golden" by James Joyce. Covered in dollar signs... or the shell prompt if you're into linux.

 

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Prompted by an email from my son in San Diego, I dropped in at the Lucky 13 in Alameda to sample Old Rasputin Russian Porter on tap.

 

Just as advertised, it was dark and tasty with a great head of foam.

  

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