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By El Anatsui. Composed of recycled pressed gtin and mirrors. Along the High LIne, New York City. Reflections in the mirrors are of the surrounding buildings.
He was loud, aggressive, ugly and had a broken rear leg that had healed sometime earlier, perhaps years earlier, which affected his antler growth as well as his stride. He challenged just about every bull in the area but none would fight him, feeling sorry for him, I think. I did not find him the next year. All rights reserved.
I found this broken mill as I was driving home from Norfolk at the end of the Easter weekend.
I really wasn't feeling well and was torn between just getting home and stopping and getting a few images. Images won!! :-)
Having spent a glorious afternoon around the fully functioning Herringfleet mill it was a little sad to see this one with it's sails on the floor.
The weather was rubbish so opted for B&W! I'm still practicing the processing side of things, I am sure there are things that I could do to make this work better so if anyone has any tips or suggestions I would love to hear them.
Many thanks :-)
Possibly not immediately obvious from this photo, but the front wheels are supposed to point in the same direction.
Sadly, some unknown person flung their car into it the other night. I just hope they hurt their car too.
Waiting to see what the insurance company make of it.
I accidentally dropped my BlackBerry Pearl down the small crack on the floor as you enter the elevator. It fell all the way to the bottom of the elevator shaft. Here's a photo of how it turned out.
For 7 Days of Shooting/Week #20 - Straight and Narrow/Focus Friday
A piece of wrought iron girder from the first bridge over the River Tay, found built into a house in Broughty Ferry, Dundee. The end is damaged where it has been torn apart when the bridge collapsed during a gale on 28th December1879. The train which was crossing at the time was carrying seventy five passengers and crew There were no survivors. The girder is in the National Museum of Scotland, Edinburgh.
I found this broken head stone in a graveyard near Slieve Gullion. Old graveyard, with the oldest stones reading dates as far back as 1704. There were grave stones there that looked even older, but the dates were no longer readable.
My sister bought me this glass on a visit to Prague in 2001(?) and it's been the only glass I've ever used with any regularity. Unfortunately it bit the dust today after I knocked it off the edge of my desk. Not the first time I've done this, so it's done well to last this long.
I now have another excuse to go back to Prague.
It took about an hour to un-knot it, and I had to remove my rear derailleur to understand how to do it, and now my derailleur won't work... all in all it took 4 hours of fiddling and I'm still no closer to having a working bike. Hrumpf.
(Oh, and this is my back-up bike, after the other one got broken by that car.)
For this homework assignment, we were asked to break the objects that we used in our first homework still-life painting and rearrange them.
I arranged them in a simple asymmetrical composition - this time with the bamboo table exposed rather than being covered by newsprint.
Not sure why, but it was hard diserning the lights, shadows, and color shifts in the objects this time. The only piece I really like is the one in the lower left hand corner. Overall, I feel lukewarm about this one.
Medium = Oil on Canvas
Size = 16 x 20"
Completed On = 2017.02.06 FINAL
My Dad decided, in his wisdom, that it would be a good idea to strim the grass growing between the cracks in the crazy paving just in front of the conservatory. He's never done this before and I think it's fair to say he won't be doing it again! Still, it did look pretty with the sun shining through it...