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I accidentally deleted this photo from my photostream. (Damn, it was my most popular photo here...) Here it is the back up copy of it.
I captured this plein air painter in a field during the annual Plein Air Paint Out in Waitsfield, Vermont during the summer of 2016. It was a rainy day and she's conveniently erected an umbrella off her easel. I was shooting from the covered bridge on Bridge Street in the center of this village on scenic Route 100 in north central Vermont.
I took this with the Olympus E-M1.
When I was a child, my dad asked if I ever had colourful dreams. I felt it like a silly question but thought about it more and more. Now, I'm sure that I usually dream in Black and White but rarely had dreams in colour.
Today, I asked the same question from my daughter aged 6. Surprisingly, she said, "I always have pinky dreams, Daddy."
There are painters who paint the sun like a yellow spot, but there are others who, thanks to their art and intelligence, turn a yellow spot into the sun. (Pablo Picasso)
A digital creation based on one of my photos of a beautiful meadowsweet (Filipendula ulmaria) also known as meadow queen or lady of the meadow.
I love this plant, it is just so beautiful!
And it has given us much we can be grateful for:
The whole herb possesses a pleasant taste and flavour...and it is used to flavour wine, beer, and many kinds of vinegar. The flowers can be added to stewed fruit and jams, giving them a subtle almond flavour. Some foragers also use the flowers to flavour desserts such as panna cotta. It has many medicinal properties.
In 1838, Raffaele Piria obtained salicylic acid from the buds of meadowsweet. Thereafter in 1899, scientists at the firm Bayer used salicylic acid derived from meadowsweet to synthesise acetylsalicylic acid (aspirin), which was named after the old botanical name for meadowsweet, Spiraea ulmaria. The name then became aspirin.
When in Port Townsend, we went to Ford Worden State Park. I saw this woman standing beside the road painting the scene in front of her. I asked if I could photograph her while working, and she agreed, and went right back to her canvas.
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after twilight
when nightbirds return
to roost along boulevards
slick with rain and downtown
bars fill with emptiness
the whine of distant sirens
calls for someone
to swim out past the tidewater
to deep blackness
to passersby who glance
in the window and keep
moving and maybe those
restless shadows linger
on the wall as winds rustle
overhead or underfoot:
oh, how passions rise
in the sweet chambers
of imagination, a dark-haired
beauty on a moonlit beach,
say Florida and the sand
carries the salts of the bay
in and out, delirious for want
of the moment to never end
waves erasing the sand
out and in and though she
may be the trick memory
plays or desire or loneliness
maybe what might have been
was real enough
--Miguel deO
• St-Joseph-du-Lac, Quebec, Canada. Situated on a mountain 183 meters above sea level, this picturesque village is renowned for its apple orchards. This territory whose origins date back to the early 1700s is located 43 km west of Montreal.
• St-Joseph-du-Lac, Québec, Canada. Sis sur une montagne à 183 mètres au-dessus du niveau de la mer, ce village pittoresque de la région des Basses-Laurentides, est réputé pour ses vergers de pommiers. Ce territoire dont les origines datent du début des années 1700 est situé à 43 km à l’ouest de Montréal.
• Saint-Joseph-du-Lac, Quebec, Canadá. Situado en una montaña de 183 metros sobre el nivel del mar, este pintoresco pueblo es famoso por sus huertos de manzanas. Este territorio cuyos orígenes se remontan a principios de 1700 está situado a 43 km al oeste de Montreal.
The one-l Lama,
he's a priest
(Hello Dalai).
The two-l llama,
he's a beast
(often melancholy).
And I will bet
a silk pajama
there isn't any
three-l llama,
(he’s extinct).
--remembering Ogden Nash
a poet of my childhood
A column and partial ceiling view of the stairway in the lesser patio of Casa Milà. The two halls are fully polychrome with oil paintings on the plaster surfaces, with eclectic references to mythology and flowers.
info and adapted text credits: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Casa_Mil%C3%A0