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Like a rumble of thunder in the distance,
a fine spray of dust kicked up, a storm
of noise at the edge of awareness, but
the stallion in full gallop, the jockey hunched,
grasping the dark mane hear only silence:
in this moment they are in another world.
--Miguel deO
The waterfront at the Mediterranean port of Toulon is not particularly attractive. However, I managed to come away with some colourful, abstract-looking images of the evening reflections in the harbour. Processing involved increasing contrast and clarity and reducing highlights. Thanks for stopping by.
Just doing some window shopping.
Topaz Impression 2.
Nik Color Efex: Detail Extractor and Glamour Glow - Warm
Texture by Distressed Textures
"I'm dreaming. At times it seems to me the only right thing to do." (Haruki Murakami)
Texture Linda Vachon
Abstract and artistic photography created with a mixture of DSLR shots processed with Distressed RX software
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She talks about the future like she's flippin' through a magazine
Finds the beauty in the thrown away and broken things
Gets excited about all my crazy dreams
Got every sunset that she's ever seen memorized
Saves in a way for a rainy day or stormy night
The sky's brighter lookin' at it through her eyes
I don't remember
Life before she came into the picture
Brought the beauty I was missin' with her
Showed me colors I ain't never seen
She took chances
With every wall I built, she saw a canvas
I thank God every day for how He made her
My life was black and white but she's the painter
She reminds me that it ain't too late to start again
Fine is good but you need some blue every now and then
How'd I live so long without her reckless touch?
I don't remember
Life before she came into the picture
Brought the beauty I was missin' with her
Showed me colors I ain't never seen
She took chances
With every wall I built, she saw a canvas
I thank God every day for how He made her
My life was black and white but she's the painter
I don't remember
Life before she came into the picture
Brought the beauty I was missin' with her
Showed me colors I ain't never seen
She took chances
With every wall I built, she saw a canvas
I thank God every day for how He made her
My life was black and white but she's the painter
She's the painter
....and I love her more and more with each and every passing moment. My painter, my love, my everything.
Sometimes what is close
at hand can arouse
the most profound thoughts,
here, yesterday, not gazing
out the window but at
the window, I thought
of the first poem I memorized,
at age 8:
Flower in the crannied wall,
I pluck you out of the crannies,
and hold you here, root
and all, in my hand.
Little flower—but if I
could understand
what you are, root
and all, and all in all,
I should know
what God and man is,
by Alfred Lord Tennyson.
Still true.
M deO