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Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare sieze the fire?
And what shoulder, & what art.
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? & what dread feet?
What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
When the stars threw down their spears,
And watered heaven with their tears,
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?
Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
William Blake
Multiple exposure with sefl made filter, manual flash and screen
Tyger Tyger, burning bright,
In the forests of the night;
What immortal hand or eye,
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
~ William Blake ~
Ma’s got pretty much done for the coming Chinese New Year but she still has a huge task ahead…….cleaning up the apartment which is full of all her unnecessary toy purchases!!! Two more weeks to go…….😬😬😬
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And what shoulder, and what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? and what dread feet?
What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
When the stars threw down their spears,
and watered heaven with their tears,
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the lamb make thee?
Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
William Blake
Very different than my usual, both the concept and the execution...but, you know, mind's immobility makes the spirit of art die. I titled this photo "The lamb" but I put Blake's "Tyger" as a description because the whole image is a contrast. It happens sometimes that the mild ones are the most dangerous.
'Tyger, tiger, burning bright,
In the forests of the night'.
Street mural on side of an apartment block near my work office, inspired by the classic poem by William Blake (whose grave is just down the road from here). It's nice to see art used to brighten urban spaces.
Bunhill Row, London EC1Y
And what shoulder, & what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? & what dread feet?
Tyger! Tyger! Burning bright
In the forests of the night:
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize the fire?
And what shoulder, and what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? And what dread feet?
What the hammer? What the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? What dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
When the stars threw down their spears,
And water'd heaven with their tears:
Did He smile His work to see?
Did He who made the Lamb make thee?
Tyger! Tyger! Burning bright
In the forests of the night:
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
William Blake
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Tyger Tyger, burning bright,
In the forests of the night;
What immortal hand or eye,
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies.
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand, dare seize the fire?
And what shoulder, & what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? & what dread feet?
What the hammer? what the chain,
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp,
Dare its deadly terrors clasp!
When the stars threw down their spears
And water'd heaven with their tears:
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?
Tyger Tyger burning bright,
In the forests of the night:
What immortal hand or eye,
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
-William Blake
Finally discovering the truth about Protocol Ten, Batman must take down Hugo Strange and his Tyger guards atop Wonder Tower before it’s too late.
I originally intended to build this creation before Party At Arkham, but was delayed significantly by not having the necessary pieces, specifically the beard piece, for the creation. The Lego Movie line brought many new pieces to the table, with the most evident being the beard piece that allowed me to make a very convincing Hugo Strange, as well as the equally (If not more so) useful police torso armor, which works spectacularly for Arkham creations.
This was a fun Arkham City inspired creation; which allowed me to add in some more gameplay techniques such as floor grate takedowns. I do wish however that I could have also included the large windows of the round tower; along with Hugo’s control room that I have here, though I did not have enough window panels. Although the large windows would be more suited to an almost full scale build, so eh, oh well.
Regardless, I’m happy with how it turned out. I think my favorite part may be the curved railing, however that hanging henchman does bring a simile to my face! Enjoy!
Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
William Blake
Tyger Tyger, burning bright,
In the forests of the night;
What immortal hand or eye,
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
~William Blake
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1 Jun 12
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This was at Batemans (National Trutst), the former home of Rudyard Kipling. Their theme this Christmas is The Jungle Book ... although Tyger Tyger, burning bright is a poem by William Blake.
I saw a couple of shots today by Slater Dozier at Greer, SC. It reminded me of when I was down there for a work project over 30 years ago. I have no memory of where exactly I was but I would imagine the scene is completely different from the one shown here featuring a GE high hood leading a RoadRailer south. Slater, feel free to opine on where this is if possible. I remember a farm on the right and the Groce Laboratories facilities I was working at is behind me. Update: A little detective works shows that location is an EPA Superfund site and gave me the location.
Dec 6, 1990
This year at Dublin Zoo, to capture the Christmas spirit and to raise revenue at a low time of attendance, they have an exhibition titled "Wild Lights" ! When all the animals have gone back into their enclosures and are resting the whole scene lights up and fantastical animals and flowers appear. Children, young and old, gaze in wonder at the sights and the oohs and aahs from the youngsters is heartwarming.
The animals are life size and beautifully constructed, the flowers are enormous and look so real it is amazing. The whole thing was a wonderful way to entertain the grandchildren, the grandparents and even the parents for the evening!
Tyger Tyger, burning bright,
In the forests of the night;
What immortal hand or eye,
Could frame thy fearful symmetry? (William Blake)
Tyger Tyger Burning Bright’ is a mixed media painting on paper of a beautiful Tiger. The title of this work of art comes from the first line of a poem by William Blake, The Tyger. It was published in 1794 as part of the Songs of Experience collection.
Media: prisma pencils, acrylic paint, paper
www.redbubble.com/people/tranquilwaters/works/40238289-ty...
THE TYGER (from Songs Of Experience)
By William Blake, 1794
Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare sieze the fire?
And what shoulder, & what art.
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? & what dread feet?
What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
When the stars threw down their spears,
And watered heaven with their tears,
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?
Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
The Tyger by William Blake
Tyger Tyger, burning bright,
In the forests of the night;
What immortal hand or eye,
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies.
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand, dare seize the fire?
And what shoulder, & what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? & what dread feet?
What the hammer? what the chain,
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp,
Dare its deadly terrors clasp!
When the stars threw down their spears
And water'd heaven with their tears:
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?
Tyger Tyger burning bright,
In the forests of the night:
What immortal hand or eye,
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
...burning bright.
As I explained in the comments thread, I bought a little wooden slatted blind from a charity shop and I just hang it by S-shaped hooks from any handy curtain pole. Even when it's in front of a wide window it doesn't show in photographs that it's actually a prop. The portability means I can take it wherever the sun happens to be at the time. I had my daughter kneeling by a window and suddenly the sun appeared and did this to her face. It disappeared just as quickly but luckily I snapped at the right time. Very little processing here, beyond a high contrast Silver FX Pro b&w conversion.
Tyger Tyger, burning bright,
In the forests of the night;
What immortal hand or eye,
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies.
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand, dare seize the fire?
And what shoulder, & what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? & what dread feet?
What the hammer? what the chain,
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp,
Dare its deadly terrors clasp!
When the stars threw down their spears
And water'd heaven with their tears:
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?
Tyger Tyger burning bright,
In the forests of the night:
What immortal hand or eye,
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
Part of an awesome mural in Leake street Tunnel Waterloo with dedication to "Do1 cancer" paint event
..... burning bright,
In the forests of the night;
What immortal hand or eye,
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies.
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand, dare seize the fire?
And what shoulder, & what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? & what dread feet?
What the hammer? what the chain,
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp,
Dare its deadly terrors clasp!
When the stars threw down their spears
And water'd heaven with their tears:
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?
Tyger Tyger burning bright,
In the forests of the night:
What immortal hand or eye,
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
(William Blake)
Tyger Tyger, burning bright,
In the forests of the night;
What immortal hand or eye,
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies,
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand, dare seize the fire?
And what shoulder, & what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? & what dread feet?
What the hammer? what the chain,
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp,
Dare its deadly terrors clasp!
When the stars threw down their spears
And water'd heaven with their tears:
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?
Ex Midland Red Coaches E50TYG a Leyland Royal Tiger Doyen C53F at Showbus 2015 my second favourite coach on show. Photo taken 20/09/15
Tyger Tyger, burning bright,
In the forests of the night;
What immortal hand or eye,
Could frame thy fearful symmetry? - William Blake
Make It Interesting ~ Challenge #3
Starter image with thanks to Stephen The Photofan
Textures with thanks to
Tyger ~ PSP
Tyger, Tyger burning bright,
In the forests of the night;
What immortal hand or eye,
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
~William Blake~