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There is in the garden a weed.
A flower no one wants to see.
It pops up in the most
unlikely spots
Stubborn and difficult
to remove like the flea.
In the fields of grassy green,
it sprouts out of nowhere,
like garbage in the sea.
Poor thing has so many uses,
from wine to color pigment,
Yet, still its discarded with the debris.
Its seedlings are loved
by the young and old alike,
for the whimsical way
they take flight,
as wish's are set free.
The little weed seed
that nobody wants to see
Shadow faces on the fence,
light and dark with a touch
of suspense.
Chasing sunshine from one
position to the next,
makes them a little tense.
As the dark sets in their
faces lose their shape,
changes commence.
When the sunlight returns,
the shadow faces again will
dispense across the fence.
I count 13 faces, how many can you see?
The trick is to look for the eyes first.
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The Life
The life of a tree
starts with a seeds
sudden fall.
Stranded in unfamiliar places,
growing through the opposition,
strong and tall.
Leafing out,
budding branch's,
winds that blow
through it all.
Children swinging from a branch,
lovers tattoo's in the bark,
winter's chill,
its growth dose stall.
The life of a tree
empresses us all.
From birth till death
it takes on each obstacle,
strengthens and grows
but not dose it fall.
Producing and giving
for more years than
I can recall,
The Life,
The Life
The life of a tree
impresses us all.
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In the glass the reflection cry's.
as the Lilly face looks surprised.
It dosnt feel the least bit sad
but its reflection still cry's.
What do we choose to see beauty in?
Ceramic and clay and glass and gems yet mud is not listed with these beautiful buy's.
Ash's to ash's and dust to dust reminds us of what we should see beauty in.
The most basic of elements seen here, mud and water form beautiful eye's.
What do we choose to see beauty in?
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Serie Rolls
Scattata con Polaroid Now +
Pellicola Color i-Type Film
Luce Ambiente
Doppia Esposizione
Digitalizzata, non Manipolata
Assemblata
Ascoli Piceno Settembre 2025
Taken with Polaroid Now +
Rolls Series
Color i-Type Film
Not digitally Manipulated
Ambient light
Double Exposure
Assembly
Ascoli Piceno September 2025
Collage made for this week's theme 'Clothes', what I wish I could wear" (kind of ) on kollagekit.blogspot.com/
In the snares of the tunnel spider
I see the struggling wings beating
against the rocks deep red surface.
Wrapped in the webs of the tunnel spider.
The slowing of the wings takes place.
In the trap of the tunnel spider
The day dream die's, as it ceases
to keep pace.
In the clutches of the tunnel spider.
One last strong beat of the heart
and
release,
as the butterfly escapes
the tunnel spiders face.
Photograph of a Tunnel spider web under a deep red Lava rock. Mirrored and Fisheye filter used to stretch the image slightly with some saturation for a little deeper color.
Standing here with
my rake in hand.
Day Dreaming of
the new green space.
I looked down at the dark
colored leafs and sand.
The Grass sprouting
up in its place.
It slowly was spreading
across the land.
There before me
a little face.
staring back with a
look so bland.
brown with time and
looking like lace.
The wind now making
noise like a band.
Gone were the leaves
without a trace.
While standing here
with rake in hand.
Coiled up and twisted,
the smile sneaks out.
Photograph of coiled metal piping that covers and protects wire. Black and white and mirrored.
Heirlooms,
lost,
in another
time and place.
Destined,
to take up,
someone
else's space.
Understanding,
sentiment and family
lines have,
with these items,
been traced.
Emotions,
flowing from
everyone's face.
A death,
often comes with,
the throwing away
of a family's grace.
Created by photographing Grandma's Heirloom jewelry and Dad's hunting string, on a red pillow, mirrored for the view and given a slight detail filter.
The devil's attempts
to make angels.
Trying to do God's work
never turns out as he wished.
Never quite right in
the ways of heaven.
Their appearance half done
and yet not angelic at all.
It is obvious to see that the
dust gives way to death.
At the devil's attempts
to make angels
The king and queen of ice
are the perfect pair.
Reflecting from each other
the love they share.
That strength, that love,
that the other,
uses with care.
Reflections of
one heart,
whom of us,
have been there?
The pair are one in all
they do and dare.
Into each others eyes
they stare.
Again photograph of Dove chocolate wrappers mirrored on the table and in the dark with a flash. Two fish eye filters applied to enhance the eyes. No poem for this one? I dont know why, perhaps it speaks for itself.
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The first day of fall has arrived.
My artwork this day is contrived,
from the first colored leaves
it is derived.
By falls end, the colors will not have survived.
yet after a period of rest
they will again be revived.
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Grass is green
Sky's are blue
Those eyes
that face
smiling back at you.
How can one
not smile back
in fun.
When natures
smile is this
well done.
Macro photograph of grass, from ground level, Mirrored once with two slight fisheye filters to help make the eyes pop.
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You and me and
the butterfly's 3,
changing and
mutating in the tree.
Is it a princess
or is it a queen?,
waiting for the
metamorphosis
so we can see.
Colorful, fancy,
beauty inside,
changing the outside
and becoming free.
No longer trapped
in the earthly cocoon,
it spreads its wings
and fly's where
it can see.
Singing a colorful song
on the way and humming
quietly to thee.
The Butterfly's three.
In the warm spring sun the seeds begin to sprout.
The colors of spring begin to reach out.
Gone is the cold and the blanket of snow.
Warm is the sun as the little sprouts grow.
Looking deeply at the seedlings base, I see no signs of drought.
If its healthy and strong then leaves it soon will tout
Photograph of tree seedlings in the spring thaw beginning their growth cycle.
Mirrored and HDR filter applied.
The enchanted people
of the forest
have a place
The forest square
is where they
gather to meet.
Intricate in every way,
is the secret design of
this special space.
Magical beings of
every kind,
come together
and take a seat.
Dancing, singing
and speaking
face to face.
Coming together
in the square,
is often for a magical,
prophetic treat.
In their minds,
they have created
thoughts in a
magical tapestry like lace.
This meeting site
created for sharing,
with the openness of
a two way street.
Anyone can visit
sharing as they please
but most come and go
without a trace.
As they entered in,
in silence, now they
leave with a peace
to sweet.
Shared knowledge
is often granted here
and accepted often
with grace.
The enchanted people
of the forest
have a place.
Street lights in the rain,
dancing against the grain.
Make a mistake and stop
to late and many will feel
the pain.
Beautiful and mesmerizing
but deadly when wet
if one dose not
hold their lane.
Street lights in the rain,
dancing against the grain.
Green, yellow and red
are the colors memorized
in my brain
but when it rains
slow and careful
regardless the color
of this light chain.
Do Knot smile,
no matter
what you do,
seems to be
the mantra
of the ones
who spread
dark and gloom
and dread.
This little Knot
knows the secret,
to living in a
cruel place.
It's branch's gone
and its tree trunk too.
Cut down out of spite,
yet still it is smiling
back at me with all
its might.
This little forget me
not may not be a
flower but its still
here, filled with life's
smiling power.
The heart of the tree
in its roots dose rest.
where new growth
grows best.
Photograph of the roots and knots of a cut
down tree trying to grow back.
When a building is alive,
every corner can see you.
Following your every step
from the inner halls to your
car too.
Walking faster will not save you.
Be polite, do not write on the walls,
throw away your trash too.
These are just a few things
I would remember to do.
Least the building sees you
I used to construct dozens of these on a daily basis. Sadly this is the only one of two that I still have. I am slowly getting back into it though and assemblage and mixed media too.
Moving through the dark at night, I feel a love that's strong and bright.
It wraps its essence around my heart, promising we will never part.
When comes the end of the day and again darkness wants to stay.
I need only remember the light that love brought in, the warmth, the love, the happy grin.
When the darkness comes and goes, just remember the light as it forever glow's.
It is love's light that is strong within us all and giving it to others keeps it from being small.
Remember the light in the darker days and let it shine its loving rays.
By Rhonda Lansky
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Photograph of Street lights at night, inverted, mirrored/flipped and saturated color.
In the fish tank
this angel
swims around
Back and forth
up and down
Watching you from
the depths of the
bowl that is round.
This Angel is lonely
but always around.
swimming in the
bowl that is round.
If you should need it
just look in the glass
its there to be found.
Its beauty brings with it
a feeling of something
from long ago and profound.
As the Angel swims in
the bowl that is round.
Photograph of a fish in a tank, inverted colors, saturated, mirrored and re inverted colors.
The other day the leaves were laughing.
Green and shinning in the summer sun.
Today they are not laughing as they did before.
Now that summer is done.
There colors have changed to red, yellow and brown.
Falling from the trees by the ton.
As I watched one drift into a peculiar pose.
I realized Fall had won.
Looking at me with its laughing grin.
Autumn is hear, it has come again.
My wooden Butterfly. A small piece of a busted stump turned into a neat picture.
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Sunset on the highway
always makes one feel blind,
but don't close your eyes
or take them of the road,
that would cause a sight
of the worst kind.
So into the world were the
suns rays are dark and the
sky's are a colorful find.
To a place that's sideways,
slightly inverted and frees the mind.
Photograph from the passenger seat of the sunset, tipped sideways, mirrored, inverted colors and saturated.
The tree in my back yard
on dark and stormy days
Becomes a life like creature
that peers out all gloomy and grey.
The water drips down
the thick recesses of the bark,
in well sought out paths,
eerily calling forth the beings
from within the tree.
Water, life giving water
falling from the sky
awakens my senses
and opens my eyes
to see.
The living souls all around us
the ones we do not see.
Other dimensions and places in time.
Uniquely linked and networked
in worlds unknown.
What we think we see,
we do not know
and what we think we know,
we do not see,
for blind are we to other lives
seeing not but our own.
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