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A drinking kind of an afternoon yesterday so a snap of the cool clouds overhead overlaid onto a headshot of me from earlier this year using PS Mix.
A friend asked me to paint the green man as I see him. Not sure if this is how I imagine him. It just evolved!
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At Linacre Festival Derbyshire 2005
Tall Tales from the Wood: told to children and really quite friendly!
This is my greenman. These are the eyes that were watching you.
Apparently this is how it works! If you make it an Icon, It will Hit Explore! Kinda like, if you build it, they will come! LOL.
Explore, October 4, 2007
Hello Flickr friends. I've been away for a few weeks due to surgery. All went well, but it's taking me a while to get my energy and motivation back. Have been mostly housebound, so this photo is from the archives.
It a trail blaze on a path around Round Lake, taken on a photo walk a few years ago with my sister near Petoskey, MI. I really liked the blue color (most trail markers I've seen are yellow or red), and the way the peeling bark made the blaze look like a face. I wanted to emphasize the blue and the bark texture, so I desaturated red, green, and yellow in Photos.
Hope you're having a good week and I hope to visit your streams soon.
green man
He is looking down on me right now from above the picture window in the living room.
Yet another post and run to keep the 365 marching forward. Sadly, I must tend to meetings tonight.
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- Petit Cazaux, il y a longtemps que tu me cherches. Je le sais. Que me veux-tu ?
— Homme Vert, c'est vous qui gardez les oiseaux, et qui êtes le maître de toutes les bêtes volantes. Donnez-moi un merle, un beau merle qui siffle bien.
— Petit Cazaux, je ne donne pas mes bêtes volantes ; et je ne vends mes oiseaux ni pour or, ni pour argent.Si tu veux un merle, un beau merle qui siffle bien, tâche de l'attraper. Et maintenant, petit Cazaux, rentre à la maison. Tes parents sont inquiets à cause de toi.
L'Homme Vert partit, et je rentrai à la maison, où tout le monde fut bien aise de me voir. Pendant trois ou quatre ans, je revins seul, et bien souvent, au même endroit. Pourtant, jamais, au grand jamais, je n'ai ravue l'Homme Vert.
Claude Seignolle, Contes, récits et légendes des pays de France, 1997.
MÚSICA: Folk och Rackare - De två systrarna
Some of you may recall the Green Man recently made and shown here , now there is a Green Lady as well hanging on the wall in a frame .
The Green Man is a legendary being primarily interpreted as a symbol of rebirth, representing the cycle of new growth that occurs every spring. The Green Man is most commonly depicted in a sculpture, or other representation of a face which is made of, or completely surrounded by, leaves.
The Green Man motif has many variations. Branches or vines may sprout from the mouth, nostrils, or other parts of the face, and these shoots may bear flowers or fruit. Found in many cultures from many ages around the world, the Green Man is often related to natural vegetation deities. Often used as decorative architectural ornaments, Green Men are frequently found in carvings on both secular and ecclesiastical buildings. "The Green Man" is also a popular name for English public houses, and various interpretations of the name appear on inn signs, which sometimes show a full figure rather than just the face.
Some speculate that the mythology of the Green Man developed independently in the traditions of separate ancient cultures and evolved into the wide variety of examples found throughout history.
“The Green Man”
Since early childhood I believed
in a door in the forest. I looked for it
for more than a half century
and it evaded me. The Green Man
lived there, part tree and part human.
Keeping his distance he told me a lot.
Walk mostly sideways in the wilderness
to confuse those who would track you.
When outside, sleep with your eyes open
And see the coyote pup approach out
of curiosity, the small bear resting
against a stump a hundred yards away,
a warbler standing on your toe singing.
When I lost he howled at me from a tree, “Wrong way.”
I dreamed where he lived, high on the steep
bank of the river concealed under a thick drapery
of tree roots but I skidded on my tummy
down into the river, a sign to give up.
There was a stinking wolf den close by so my dog
wouldn’t stay with me. The Green Man, alone, forever.
Jim Harrison, Dead Man’s Float (Copper Canyon Press, 2016), 54
MÚSICA: TRAFFIC - John Barleycorn Must Die