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Who is this woman, I unfortunately do not know, but I saw and heard how she masterfully masters all Russian folk musical instruments, and also sings folk ditties beautifully :)

 

In this photo, a Russian folk percussion musical instrument, an idiophone, is a ratchet.

 

During archaeological excavations in Novgorod in 1992, two planks were found, presumably included in the set of ancient Novgorod ratchets in the 12th century.

In the south-west of Russia (in the Kursk, Tula and Kaluga regions) it was used to accompany wedding, laudatory or dance songs, sometimes in an ensemble with an accordion livenka.

It is a set of 14-20 small (130-150 long, 50-70 mm wide) oak, walnut or maple planks strung on a rope at one end. Between the planks are spacers, sometimes together with 4-8 bells. The ratchet is held by the loops at the ends of the rope and pressed on the extreme bars with sharp or smooth movements.

In the north-west of Russia, another type of ratchet consists of a rectangular frame 200 × 100 mm in size with 1-4 elastic bars fixed on its short side, the length of which is approximately equal to the length of the frame. The frame rotates on the handle, and the elastic strips with their free ends are in contact with the gear part of this handle. The resulting crackle is reminiscent of continuous machine gun fire.

In the Leningrad and Novgorod regions, it has been preserved as a hunting and children's tool.

Spent the night by the lake in a lowland, got out an hour before dawn from the tent. The fog is so dense that even the fingers on an outstretched hand are not visible, just gray nothing. Condensate flows down from the tent in a stream, the cold is terrible. I made tea and sat down to wait for dawn, hoping that the sun would disperse the fog. How wrong I was ... The fog was there almost until 11 o'clock in the afternoon.

Nothing special in the photo, just the fog

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"Pretty woman, walkin' down the street

Pretty woman the kind I like to meet

Pretty woman I don't believe you, you're not the truth

No one could look as good as you, mercy

Pretty woman won't you pardon me

Pretty woman I couldn't help but see

Pretty woman that you look lovely as can be

Are you lonely just like me

Pretty woman stop awhile

Pretty woman talk awhile

Pretty woman give your smile to me

Pretty woman yeah, yeah, yeah

Pretty woman look my way

Pretty woman say you'll stay with me

'Cause I need you, I'll treat you right

Come with me baby, be mine tonight

Pretty woman don't walk on by

Pretty woman don't make me cry

Pretty woman don't walk away, hey, OK

If that's the way it must be, OK

I guess I'll go on home, it's late

There'll be tomorrow night, but wait

What do I see?

Is she walkin' back to me?

Yeah, she's walkin' back to me

Oh, oh, pretty woman."

[Roy Orbison]

 

This month I have been focused on the relationship between colors. This art piece is a Compound color (or Split Complementary).

 

Love this quote: “Theirs is the mystery of continuous creation and all that providence implies: the uncertainty of vision, the horror of the fixed, the dissolution of the present, the intricacy of beauty, the pressure of fecundity, the elusiveness of the free, and the flawed nature of perfection.” - Annie Dillard

At the Khone Phapheng Falls, a Mekong waterfall in southern Laos

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Woman in white at the beach in Rethymno, Greece.

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I am still experimenting with AI in combination with my own photos. In this one the woman was created in DDG and then used as the input image for Wombo to create two photos which were merged. Elements from my own photos were included and everything was further manipulated in both Topaz and Photoshop.

 

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"LINES ON A YOUNG LADY'S PHOTOGRAPH ALBUM"

By Philip Larkin

  

At last you yielded up the album, which

Once open, sent me distracted. All your ages

Matt and glossy on the thick black pages!

Too much confectionery, too rich:

I choke on such nutritious images.

 

My swivel eye hungers from pose to pose --

In pigtails, clutching a reluctant cat;

Or furred yourself, a sweet girl-graduate;

Or lifting a heavy-headed rose

Beneath a trellis, or in a trilby-hat

 

(Faintly disturbing, that, in several ways) --

From every side you strike at my control,

Not least through those these disquieting chaps who loll

At ease about your earlier days:

Not quite your class, I'd say, dear, on the whole.

 

But o, photography! as no art is,

Faithful and disappointing! that records

Dull days as dull, and hold-it smiles as frauds,

And will not censor blemishes

Like washing-lines, and Hall's-Distemper boards,

 

But shows a cat as disinclined, and shades

A chin as doubled when it is, what grace

Your candour thus confers upon her face!

How overwhelmingly persuades

That this is a real girl in a real place,

 

In every sense empirically true!

Or is it just the past? Those flowers, that gate,

These misty parks and motors, lacerate

Simply by being you; you

Contract my heart by looking out of date.

 

Yes, true; but in the end, surely, we cry

Not only at exclusion, but because

It leaves us free to cry. We know what was

Won't call on us to justify

Our grief, however hard we yowl across

 

The gap from eye to page. So I am left

To mourn (without a chance of consequence)

You, balanced on a bike against a fence;

To wonder if you'd spot the theft

Of this one of you bathing; to condense,

 

In short, a past that no one now can share,

No matter whose your future; calm and dry,

It holds you like a heaven, and you lie

Unvariably lovely there,

Smaller and clearer as the years go by.

 

I wonder if she spent her first hours of the new year alone, or with loved ones or maybe even alone, with loved ones.

pose longue et mouvement ;)

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