Hungarian art (paintings, sculptures...)
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Your spirit
My spirit
each woven into fabric
intertwined
Our spiritualities converge
and become one
- L.. Magic
Photo taken @ Florence
Autumn foliage at Mount Rainier National Park, Washington
Tapestries are woven into meadows like our lives weave into who we are, from the threads of who we used to be...
On this day that looked like autumn but felt like summer (we are having an unseasonably warm and dry autumn so far), I spent a glorious stretch of time in this mountain meadow. As I sat in solitude on a rock, surrounded by the vivid colors of the season, I listened to the trickle of a small stream and the sounds of the buzzing bees and occasional bird calls. The sun warmed my face and arms as I breathed in the clean mountain air, a refreshing change from the wildfire smoke that has lingered in the air off and on for weeks where I live. And in those moments, all else seemed to fade away…
Combo of 2 Wombo images using a canvas texture as the input photo and as the framing.
Input: rose, ferns, ivy
Style: VFX
I started out just experimenting what I could create when using a texture as the input image and was pleasantly surprised out the outcome.
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Life is a great tapestry. The individual is only an insignificant thread in an immense and miraculous pattern.
Albert Einstein
Now my tapestry’s unraveling, he’s come to take me back
Tapestry by Carol King www.youtube.com/watch?v=SAqYzqHdXu8
Cley Marshes was a tapestry of blurry colour. I did intend to visit again that weekend when it wasn't raining and the light was better. I didn't get there of course.
Sometimes life can be a bit of a blur as you struggle to separate the fine threads that may prevent you from seeing what’s in front of you. This past week we went through a kind of blur as we helped out family through some tough times. In the end, we all found our way. This image is part of a series of ICM images I took with the fall colors. Our local club had a theme of ICM this week. This image was done with a slow up and down movement over grasses with their reflection in the water below.
blueberries, the end of summer.../Tapiz, arándanos, el final del verano…/Skogsmatta, blåbärsris, nu är sommaren slut...
The Tapestry of Christ in Glory. Is 23m x12m. It was designed by Graham Sutherland and made by a team of 12 French weavers at Pinton Frères bear Aubusson. It took nearly 10 years of work by Sutherland and two years to weave. It contains wool in 900 colours!!
Tundra Swan, Sandhill Cranes and Canadian Geese fill the cloudy airspace at Ridgefield national wildlife refuge. Best when viewed large.
I have gazed at this crabapple tree in our garden countless times. When the winter chill comes to an end, I have seen how the pink flowers push their way through its bare branches and stay there till spring, when the leaves make an appearance, reddish at first then turning into different shades of green through the summer. As the flowers fade, the tiny, red crabapples appear. In autumn, the leaves start to turn yellow and as winter draws near I see the crabapples fall on the ground. Towards winter’s end all that is left is an image of a somewhat desolate looking tree - no pinks, no reds, no greens, no yellows, just the deep dark browns of its gnarly trunk and branches. Yet the sight does not sadden me because I know that when spring returns, the cycle begins all over again. Such is the tapestry of time which I witness in my garden through the years. Different patterns and textures and colors get woven into this tapestry, their memory forever etched in my mind – and sometimes captured with my camera.
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If I could take a brush and paint the mountains and the moors,
I would splash the hillsides yellow and cover them in gorse.
I'd take the finest needle and the darkest thread of green
And sew a line of bracken along the landscape. In-between
I'd lay a purple carpet of wild heather in the dells
And fringe the edge of all the woods with their pretty lilac bells.
I'd merge the bracken with the heather, mix their colours like the sea,
A green and purple ocean on my own rich tapestry.
Then I'd take a ball of soft, white wool and stitch a mass of daisy chains
Around the lush green meadows and up the sides of winding lanes.
I would stencil on the marshes, just like pure white china cups,
Some fragile water lilies and by the ponds, sweet buttercups.
I'd mix orange, reds and yellows planting poppies wild and free
Onto nature's colored canvas, my own rich tapestry.
Lesley Elaine Greenwood
Looking down from the Alcazar in Segovia, I couldn't help but notice the beauty of the river Eresma lined with the stunning gold of autumn leaves framing a tapestry of lacy reflections.
"On earth there is no heaven, but there are pieces of it."
-- Jules Renard
I captured these beauties at the Wooden Shoe tulip fields near Woodburn Oregon.
No use of my image without my permission. Thanks
The rolling hills of the Palouse are a thrill to explore and photograph. I drove along dirt roads at random just to see what I could see and I was not disappointed.
The #MacroMondays theme for tomorrow is #wallet- something that carries bills, coins or cards. Had a few possibilities that were of the yellow transparent zippered bill holders that I use in my crossbody bag but I’m going with my DD’s card and money “wallet” Cropped it down to be absolutely sure it stayed within the parameters. It did it’s about 1 and 3/4ths - see the first comment box
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