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Transformation, punch, individuality:
one or all of the above are why you should wear jewelry.
(Iris Apfel)
Weekly Theme Challenge - Jewellery
Smile on Saturday! :-) - Wearing Jewellery
(selfie by Freya, edit by me)
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The transformation from Winter to Spring has finally happened here in Ottawa! I went back to The Ottawa River to find that all the snow & ice has finally melted! I found this first tree had a pretty interesting shape!
One of my favorite trees along the banks of River Werre in early November. Still quite green but brown is coming up. Löhne, Ostwestfalen, Germany
“Dragonflies are reminders that we are light and we can reflect light in powerful ways if we choose to do so.”
― Robyn Nola
I discovered this dragonfly nymph shell up at the lake this past August. Dragonflies are one of my favourite insects, and until recently, I didn’t realize that they went through a transformation (metamorphosis) similar to butterflies. Beautiful symbolism.
I think I didn't tell you the story of my new girl, another Mia (Winter Vacation)!
For those of you that don't know, my first Mia (Witch of the Note) really like animals. She usually feed some during her woodland walks. In particular, this bunny. Eventually, she deciced to use her power as a witch to transform it into a real girl and here is the result! The new girl still has some features of rabbit, though.
BTW, I made the picnic table ^_^
The American goldfinch (Spinus tristis), also known as the eastern goldfinch or "lightning bird," is a small North American bird in the finch family. It is migratory, ranging from mid-Alberta to North Carolina during the breeding season, and from just south of the Canada–United States border to Mexico during the winter.
The American is the only finch in its subfamily to undergo a complete molt, the American goldfinch displays sexual dimorphism in its coloration; the male is a vibrant yellow in the summer and an olive color during the winter, while the female is a dull yellow-brown shade which brightens only slightly during the summer. The male displays brightly colored plumage during the breeding season to attract a mate. I particularly like this winter picture of a male goldfinch because it resembles an oil painting I have; in the left lower corner I added a picture I took of the same bird in summer to show the amazing color transformation that takes place.
Just discovered these cute lil creatures at Fantasy Faire and they are tons of fun. Thanks for stopping by and Happy Easter.
Dans ce portrait, la peau ne se contente plus de refléter la lumière : elle semble se métamorphoser, comme travaillée par la matière même de la peinture.
Les textures évoquent les tableaux à l’huile, où le réel bascule doucement vers une forme d’irréel, presque organique.
Cette transformation fait écho au mythe de Dorian Gray, où le portrait devient le lieu des altérations invisibles, le témoin silencieux du temps, du désir et de la corruption.
Ici, pourtant, la mutation n’est ni dissimulée ni honteuse : elle affleure à la surface, elle s’expose.
Le visage devient territoire, traversé par une beauté instable, en perpétuelle évolution.
Entre photographie et peinture, entre apparition et altération, ce portrait interroge ce que l’image révèle… et ce qu’elle transforme !
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In this portrait, the skin no longer simply reflects light : it appears to transform, as if shaped by the very substance of paint.
The textures evoke oil paintings, where reality gently slips into something more organic, almost unreal.
This transformation echoes the myth of Dorian Gray, where the portrait becomes the site of invisible change, a silent witness to time, desire, and corruption.
Here, however, the mutation is neither hidden nor shameful: it rises to the surface, fully visible.
The face becomes a landscape, marked by an unstable beauty in constant evolution.
Between photography and painting, between appearance and alteration, this image questions what a portrait reveals… and what it transforms !
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Viel ist vom einst stattlichen Bahnhof in Shorapani nicht übrig geblieben. Der ziemlich moderne Oberbau deutet bereits an, dass nur die beiden Hauptgleise "überlebten". Ein älterer Herr mit gutem Deutsch freute sich über meine Anwesenheit und erzählte voller Stolz von früher. Vorhanden waren Ladegleise, Laderampe, Ladehof und natürlich Schuppen und Gatter, denn Vieh wurde dort auch verladen. Alle hatten viel Arbeit, die Zeit meinte es wohl gut! Aber Zeiten ändern sich.
Kein Gedanke daran, das Gespräch mit dem Handy zu sichern;
der Genuss dieser Begegnung bedeutete mir ungleich mehr.
Georgien
შორაპანი (Shorapani)
საქართველოს რკინიგზა
ТЧ-6 Тбилиси-Сортировочный
ВЛ11M-313
Düsseldorf-Garath
Wittenberger Weg 1a
40 Grad Urban Art Festivals 2024
Artists: JAN HERRMANN & TIM SCHMEER
Die beiden jungen Düsseldorfer Künstler @janherrmann__ und @tmschmeer widmen sich auf jeweils eigene Weise der Transformation von Schrift und Zeichen und einer daraus resultierenden (Nicht-)Lesbarkeit. Es entstehen Wandgestaltungen, die sich unmittelbar auf Zeit und Raum beziehen und dies zeigt auch ihr gemeinsames Werk am Wittenberger Weg 1a, welches im Zeitraum des 2. bis 6. September entstandenen ist. Der Straßenname bot hier den Ausgangspunkt für eine spannendes Wechselspiel zwischen Buchstabe und Form – jedoch Achtung: nicht jede Form muss gleich Buchstabe sein! Oder doch?
acrylic on board
paintings are elsewhere now..
but I think the narrow panels are about 20cm wide.
I've been cleaning up some of my painting presentation on flickr and thought I'd include these... all taken by different cameras at different times.. alas without great quality control.
In reality it's not a single work.. but a combination of three older paintings: green tea, an untame afternoon tea, & common transformations.
a bit of triptych fever ;-)
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I, with a deeper instinct, choose a man who compels my strength, who makes enormous demands on me, who does not doubt my courage or my toughness, who does not believe me naïve or innocent, who has the courage to treat me like a woman.
Anaïs Nin
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This is another picture of Dale (Milford Haven) taken from The Gann. The day started with a sea fog, but as the morning passed the sun burned off the fog. However, it it did not simply disappear; it lifted. What I can't say is whether it cleared to reveal a cloudy sky or did it go on to form the clouds.
Driving up the A82 towards Fort William always without fail forces you to make a decision at this point, do I call in at this little spot for the umpteenth thousandth time and get the same shot (or similar) as I have previously, or do I just carry on and get to where I'm headed in good time....?
In this case 4 of us were headed to Skye and could have really done with pushing on towards the Island, but one of our party had never been to this location before so there's no way we were going to go past, I think I wanted him to see it as much as he wanted to !
The conditions on the way up had been just incredible, freezing cold weather with a good layer of hoar frost on all the trees and some superb light to pick out all those little frosty details.
We had to walk down from the A82 as the road had been closed off down to Glen Etive due to the severe ice and snow, the scene when we got to this spot was just a real wow moment, I'd seen it in snow before but never like this, and the nornally gushing falls were redcued to a mere a slivver of water trickling over the rocky edge through the thick ice, the big tree to the left now taking on en entirely new form with it's glistening frosty coating, a nice bit of sunlight creeeping in from the side and absolutely no wind whatsoever. About as good conditions as we could have wanted, even the blue sky wasn't an issue as the wispy cloud brushing over the Buachaille showed up really well against the backdrop.
The scene was a complete transformation from anything I'd seen before and absolutely 100% worth a revisit to get the 'classic' shot, although i fairness this really doesn't look like any other I've got here, this one's getting printed and going next to the other 2 from this location on my wall.
Mike has done a great vlog of this trip to Skye in several parts, well worth a watch, they can be found here:
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Be like a tree and leave the dead leaves fall.
Rumi
This gnarly hawthorn tree would not have got a second glance without the help of this little flurry snow, now it has been transformed. All I had to do was to get some sort of separation from the chaos around it.
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PETER:
Today is International Read a Faerie Tale Day 2024
Will you read me the story of the Frog King Oleg?
OLEG:
I'm not very good at reading a story aloud, then you should ask Paddy or Orson for it.
www.flickr.com/photos/40262251@N03/
PETER:
Please Oleg...You just have to read out the beginning and the end of the story.
OLEG:
Well...give me that book then
(Oleg starts reading)
Once upon a time there was a princess
PETER:
The princess is Princess Rosie
OLEG:
Ok...again
Once upon a time, there was a princess called Rosie.
Princess Rosie, when it is hot, often goes to play by the well under the old lime tree in the dark forest near the castle. There it is cool. Princess Rosie often plays with a golden ball and one day the ball falls into a deep well. A frog hears her crying and wants to get the ball out of the well for her. He wants friendship with Princess Rosie as a reward
The frog gives her the ball and Princess Rosie runs away without saying anything.
PETER:
My princess Rosie would never do that
OLEG:
I tell on
The next day, the frog stands at the door of the castle and is let in
by the princess's father. Princess Rosie and the frog eat together from a golden plate and she takes the frog to her bedroom.
When the frog accidentally touches her cheek, it turns into a beautiful prince
PETER:
That's me, that's me!!! I am the prince
OLEG:
The prince....eh...I mean Prince Peter and Princess Rosie fall in love and they lived happily ever after.
PETER:
How could I be a frog
I don't get that.
OLEG:
Well....an ugly old witch had turned the prince into a frog and only the princess could free him from the well.
PETER:
Hehe...that witch was you Oleg
OLEG:
Peter!!! I am not old and ugly
PETER:
If you look angry you are
Can you read that last line again Oleg
Oleg reads the last line again.
PETER:
One more time Oleg!
OLEG:
Now I think it's enough
Thank you www.flickr.com/photos/40262251@N03/ for the use of Rosie's image in my photo montage.
~ please see slideshow for larger images ~
The house was awarded for Dallas AIA Best of Show
Architect : Ron Wommack
Dallas, Texas