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This version has no border and it will be share with the groups. I made this artwork for the new default award to one of my groups.
Only a cynic can create horror--for behind every masterpiece of the sort must reside a driving demonic force that despises the human race and its illusions, and longs to pull them to pieces and mock them.”
― H. P. Lovecraft
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This 'masterpiece' is ready to jump on my hand :-)
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Women in the world are often told that they need to look a certain way and smile as much as possible to look pretty but I believe the true masterpiece is the woman within and her depth of emotions and thoughts is worth celebrating.
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Dorridge Station. Locomotives Hall Class 4965 Rood Ashton Hall and Castle Class 5043 Earl of Mount Edgcumbe.
The gusts of winter winds
took turns
carving curves
into the sensuous snow mounds.
Each burst and breath
sent shivers
causing ripples in the
whipped white
peaks and pillars.
Icy talons hung in the balance.
Winter was working on a masterpiece of art.
- Lynn Reket
Plane of this house includes three rooms – a home, a mudroom, a home. Its walls are made of oak-tree sticks on a frame, wrapped by perevesla – bands of twisted straw. The frame is made of oak; the walls are clayed on both sides. The floor is well-packed ground daubed by a layer of clay. The ceiling is also covered with clay. The basement of the house is made of stone bricks. The house is supported by a stone terrace, due to uneven relief. Small gallery is arranged along the both homes. Four-sloped roof is covered with rye straw, arranged stepwise (in karbs). A ground cellar is made under the left home with access from the mudroom. The dwelling is decorated with traditional images of flowerpots and wraps on stove and walls, its floor – with painted grids and knots.
Traditional Ukrainian housing - Ukrainian hut - is a true straw-clay masterpiece of our ancestors.
Хата з с. Гарячинці Новоушицького району Хмельницької області (кінець ХІХ ст.)
Традиційне українське житло – українська хата – справжній солом’яно-глиняний шедевр наших предків.
Планування – хата, сіни, хата. Конструкція стін – каркас із закидкою дубовими кілками, обмотаними солом’яними «перевеслами». Каркас дубовий. Стіни обмащені глиною з обох сторін. Підлога – трамбована земля, змащена шаром глини. Стеля обмащена глиною. Фундамент з каменю-плитняку. Хата стоїть на кам’яній терасі, через нерівність рельєфу. З двох боків стін влаштована галерейка. Дах – чотирисхилий; покрівля солом’яна, виконана уступами («карбами»). Під лівою «хатою» зроблений льох, вхід до якого з сіней. Дах вкритий житньою соломою у вигляді уступів («карбами»). Житло прикрашене традиційним малюванням, на печі й стінах – вазони, віночки. На долівці – мальовані «гратки», розетки.
„Напишу я слово про хату... Білу, з теплою солом’яною стріхою, що поросла зеленим оксамитовим мхом, архітектурну праматір пристанища людського. Незамкнену, вічно одкриту для всіх без стуку в двері, без „можна?” і без „войдіте!” високоморальнісну людську оселю. Бідну й ясну, як добре слово, і просту, ніби створили її не робочі людські руки, а сама природа, немовби виросла вона, мов сироїжка в зеленій траві. Опишу її неповторну зовнішність, привітну й веселу, часом сумну, молоду й стареньку вдовицю, чепурну і уважну, журливу і ніколи не горду. У полі, на горі й під горою, на городі серед квітів весною і влітку, серед насіння восени. Насіння у ній і на ній од стріхи до самого долу. Здається, щезни вона, і спустіє земля, заросте бур’яном, споганіє, і світ стане чорний від голоду й злоби”
Олександр Довженко
The red sandstone formations, the twisted pine trees, and the desert shrubs all work in concert to form a perfect masterpiece of nature. Even the dead trees find their way onto Ma Nature's canvas--they accent the landscape like costume jewelry on an evening gown.
Zion National Park Utah
Opened in February 1888, Hotel del Coronado debuted as an architectural masterpiece, acclaimed for its spectacular seaside setting and world-famous weather. Outfitted with electricity and every modern amenity, The Del was a destination resort before the term existed, attracting a wealthy clientele from the Midwest, East Coast, and Europe. These guests – who arrived with their own servants in tow – generally stayed for months at a time.
Although seaside resorts were fairly commonplace along both American coasts during the late 19th century, few were as large as The Del or as distinctive. With its one-of-a-kind sweeping silhouette – once likened to a cross between an ornate wedding cake and well-trimmed ship – the resort was recognizable throughout the country and around the world.
Coronado’s island-like allure and year-round sunshine further ensured The Del’s reputation as a standout resort, described as the “unrivaled Queen of seaside resorts … this enchanting spot has no equal in America … or the world.”119
The sun dipped low, casting a heavy, amber glow across the frost-touched grass of the ancient meadow. There, a lone pheasant moved with the grace of a forgotten king, his copper feathers burning like embers against the deepening shadows of the approaching night. Each step he took was a silent vow to the earth, a rhythmic dance of survival beneath a sky that bled crimson and gold.
He was not merely a bird, but a spirit of the twilight, searching for the last secrets hidden within the golden stalks. As the chill of the evening wind began to whisper through the trees, his vibrant plumage remained a defiant spark of life in the fading light. He belonged to the stillness, a poetic sentinel of the fields whose beauty was a transient masterpiece, destined to vanish into the velvet embrace of the dark.
We just had to capture this one today.
It seemed like a barista made a fabolous drawing in the coffee 😁
I haven't seen these stripes on a rainbow before, maybe it is rain pouring - I thought it was an outstanding masterpiece by nature.
Nature rocks!
. . . on black . . . Via Fluidr . . . (then click on image to view details LARGE) . . . bigger is definitely better
In the south of Texel, Beyond the Mokbaai, lies De Hors, a large beach plane of several kilometers wide. An almost unreal scenery where you may feel completely lost or may enjoy the silence .
Thanks to everyone for your kind comments and all of the invites on this photo and on my previous photos!
My friends and contacts, I wish you all a fine weekend ahead:-))
Btw, if you like photos from the waterside, I just opened a thread in Sir Henry and Co with a Waterside Gallery Comments are much appreciated:-)