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For not Comically Challenged Kelly
www.flickr.com/photos/31004810@N03/
And also poet/naturalist, etc. Giles Watson - www.flickr.com/photos/29320962@N07/ - who has directed performances of "Fiddler on the Roof!"
Matchmaker Matchmaker
make me a man
who knows about culture
and how to be Pan
skilled in philosophy
and literature too
but when the time is ripe
can really come through
matchmaker matchmaker give me your hand
do this for me and I'll say you're quite grand!
all photos handheld and unaltered - National Gallery of Art, Washington, D.C.
My goal for this illustration was to create a comical scene (pun intended). I was inspired by the song "Blue Velvet"; specifically Bobby Vinton's 1963 version. The song has sort if a lovey-dovey sound to it which made me think of those bizarre nerve-wracking first date moments in the case of my project is our first panel man that is trying to shake of these fears. I'm sure this feeling is well known through culture where dating occurs. I want to continue this classic slapstick and semi serious Americana feel for my project. I find myself influenced by artists like Norman Rockwell and JC Leyendecker. I feel like the only regret with this work is the excluding of a pattern on our "girl's" dress. I should seek to find a balance of details. I think I was avoiding details since that last project.
From watching Buzzards above the moors near Harden Moss to following a heron on the canal with a few comical goats thrown in I didn't have a bad weekend really. The Buzzards seemed to appear out of nowhere as usual, moving fast and flying high they took a bit of tracking. The heron on the other hand took an hour to walk from the other side of the reservoir to a point close to me. it stopped at an awkward angle for me to photograph it without me moving and being seen. It then did a short flight to the canal, I moved and sat on a parapet wall above a deep drop in to a canal lock. The heron skipped over the canal and came so close that I had to lean back as far as I could without actually moving and being seen just to get the bird in the frame. At times I could only get partial shots. It them flew past me, almost brushing me and landed nearby on the towpath. Fortunately on this Saturday evening it was quiet and as it walked along the towpath I shadowed it at a distance, it flew in to the canal and was eventually frightened off by dogs. My arms were killing me I'd been holding the lens and camera in front of me non stop for an hour, fighting the cramp in my left arm. The things we do.
The goats on the wall top were a bit of a distraction as I followed three Buzzards messing around in a field near a farm in the afternoon and I snatched a few shots, the one behind was headbutting the others from behind to make them keep moving, very comical.
I don't know if they recently sealed up these mailboxes, or if they were putting on a show for me, or if people rarely come to this ridiculous post office -- but as I was standing here for just a few minutes taking a few pictures, *multiple* people physically tried to push letters into these sealed mailboxes on the front of the Palacio de Comunicaciones.
PS. D'oh, someone commented on this and then I accidentally deleted the picture instead of reading the comment; I'm actually curious to know what was said, so if you see this, please re-comment?
The knobs are all comically oversized, but as they are "solid" brass (or bronze for the other two, possibly), I can really whittle them away in the mini lathe, at the grinding wheel, with my Dremel multitool, and its cut-off wheels, and grinding bits. I have some ideas of what I want to make. This will certainly be an adventure. I've not done anything like this before. Don't you just love how willing I am to jump into these things head-first? (I don't)
From watching Buzzards above the moors near Harden Moss to following a heron on the canal with a few comical goats thrown in I didn't have a bad weekend really. The Buzzards seemed to appear out of nowhere as usual, moving fast and flying high they took a bit of tracking. The heron on the other hand took an hour to walk from the other side of the reservoir to a point close to me. it stopped at an awkward angle for me to photograph it without me moving and being seen. It then did a short flight to the canal, I moved and sat on a parapet wall above a deep drop in to a canal lock. The heron skipped over the canal and came so close that I had to lean back as far as I could without actually moving and being seen just to get the bird in the frame. At times I could only get partial shots. It them flew past me, almost brushing me and landed nearby on the towpath. Fortunately on this Saturday evening it was quiet and as it walked along the towpath I shadowed it at a distance, it flew in to the canal and was eventually frightened off by dogs. My arms were killing me I'd been holding the lens and camera in front of me non stop for an hour, fighting the cramp in my left arm. The things we do.
The goats on the wall top were a bit of a distraction as I followed three Buzzards messing around in a field near a farm in the afternoon and I snatched a few shots, the one behind was headbutting the others from behind to make them keep moving, very comical.
I had to crop this series pretty heavily to be able to show the comical expressions on this Green Heron as he spotted the photographers on his way to a landing. (not the sharpest shots) He practically did a u-turn midair!!! Best viewed large...
From watching Buzzards above the moors near Harden Moss to following a heron on the canal with a few comical goats thrown in I didn't have a bad weekend really. The Buzzards seemed to appear out of nowhere as usual, moving fast and flying high they took a bit of tracking. The heron on the other hand took an hour to walk from the other side of the reservoir to a point close to me. it stopped at an awkward angle for me to photograph it without me moving and being seen. It then did a short flight to the canal, I moved and sat on a parapet wall above a deep drop in to a canal lock. The heron skipped over the canal and came so close that I had to lean back as far as I could without actually moving and being seen just to get the bird in the frame. At times I could only get partial shots. It them flew past me, almost brushing me and landed nearby on the towpath. Fortunately on this Saturday evening it was quiet and as it walked along the towpath I shadowed it at a distance, it flew in to the canal and was eventually frightened off by dogs. My arms were killing me I'd been holding the lens and camera in front of me non stop for an hour, fighting the cramp in my left arm. The things we do.
The goats on the wall top were a bit of a distraction as I followed three Buzzards messing around in a field near a farm in the afternoon and I snatched a few shots, the one behind was headbutting the others from behind to make them keep moving, very comical.
Either he's saying something witty or she's laughing at the face he's making. Either or, I'm just saying.
Have a great weekend everyone.
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From watching Buzzards above the moors near Harden Moss to following a heron on the canal with a few comical goats thrown in I didn't have a bad weekend really. The Buzzards seemed to appear out of nowhere as usual, moving fast and flying high they took a bit of tracking. The heron on the other hand took an hour to walk from the other side of the reservoir to a point close to me. it stopped at an awkward angle for me to photograph it without me moving and being seen. It then did a short flight to the canal, I moved and sat on a parapet wall above a deep drop in to a canal lock. The heron skipped over the canal and came so close that I had to lean back as far as I could without actually moving and being seen just to get the bird in the frame. At times I could only get partial shots. It them flew past me, almost brushing me and landed nearby on the towpath. Fortunately on this Saturday evening it was quiet and as it walked along the towpath I shadowed it at a distance, it flew in to the canal and was eventually frightened off by dogs. My arms were killing me I'd been holding the lens and camera in front of me non stop for an hour, fighting the cramp in my left arm. The things we do.
The goats on the wall top were a bit of a distraction as I followed three Buzzards messing around in a field near a farm in the afternoon and I snatched a few shots, the one behind was headbutting the others from behind to make them keep moving, very comical.
Comically poor model of a Lamborghini Murcielago by a company called Xin Lian Meng and typical Chinese bazaar fodder though ironically this actually cost the same as a licensed Matchbox and Hot Wheels! Only my bizarre appreciation of such diecast tat saw it plucked from the shelves!
Extremely light weight despite having a metal body, no interior and no discerning cast in detailing giving it a very low end appearance.
Found recently at Hiper Sitges.
Mint and boxed.
Mechanical Comical Clara, T.P.S., Japan c1967, litho. tin, wind-up - 5"h. Mechanical Comical Clara - The Cute Kids w/ The Comical Eyes And The Wig Wag Walk, in excellent condition w/ O.B. Sold at Victorian Casino Antiques. Quality Consignments always considered for upcoming Auctions. www.vcaauction.com #vcaauction vca@lvcoxmail.com 4520 Arville St #1 LV NV 89103 702-382-2466
A comically ghetto motel that I stayed in.
Wallingford Inn
"It ain't the Hilton"
Seattle, WA
May 2009
A comical combo, the dancers with their pink tutus and their austere watchers / Ein witziger Auftritt, alsTanzmaedels und Zuschauer im Herrenklub...
A comical sight to watch. . . a family of Racoons digging & pouncing on each other at the Viera Wetlands in Brevard County Florida
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Keeping The Colors Of Light I Saw (JHWatkins)
Keeping the colors of light I saw,
Hidden deep in my heart-
Here, chambered in silence they grow-
Where, watered by time they flow,
To places concealed at the start.
Each shade, a life of its own,
Gathering force like the wind,
Bursting with promise
And purpose renewed,
In heavenly dreams they ascend.
Returning to sources of similar schemes,
Gliding down currents of circular themes,
Reveried ideas of wondrous things,
Calling my mind to attend.
Revelation perpetually rose,
Comically cracked in poetical prose,
Fractured infighting,
Formidable foes,
Deceived by games they portend.
Up through atmospheres,
Right through the stars,
Backed-down multitudes,
Battered and scarred-
Groaning, condoning,
Conditions bizarre,
Where correctional forces contend.
Keeping the colors of light I saw-
Hidden deep in my heart-
Here, chambered in silence they grow-
Shaping the future with wisdom I know,
In places concealed from the start.
JHWatkins