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.

Taxi

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.

Have a great new week my friends.

Thank you for your visits, your warm words

your comments, but most of all your friendship.

Hugs by me and Beethoven !

pp: done with Topaz Clean and B&W

La pittura è una professione da cieco: uno non dipinge ciò che vede, ma ciò che sente, ciò che dice a se stesso riguardo a ciò che ha visto. Pablo Picasso

Painting is a blind profession: one does not paint what he sees, but what he feels, what he tells himself about what he has seen. Pablo Picasso

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Thanks to brother Mintaka for the tree

Bird/leaves=PNGWING

Colored background= created w/Flame Painter

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Late evening movements around Didcot loco yard.

Blooming.

Parc du Mont Ste Anne, Quebec

Außergschlöß (1680m), Gschlöß valley, East Tyrol, Austria

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Messing around with paper textures.

. . . visiting the city, for us, always seems like rush hour. . . a good weekend to everyone. . .

Painterly abstract seascape taken in the North of Peru, South America.

Taking ocean abstracts!

Getty South American Seascapes

Five pigeons perched on TV aerial with painterly sky and clouds

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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."

The scent of those lovely hyacinths was wafting into the air as I got down to shoot them. There is still lots to be thankful for :)

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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.

I'm behind on commenting as I've been offline for four days, but will do my best to catch up today and tomorrow :)

A good new week to everyone!!

Lighthouse reloaded, Textures of mine

Maybe some Flickr friends remember the 1965 Ramsey Lewis Trio classic song: youtu.be/5vu2tyk8cvc

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Painters Ridge is a road in Connecticut. I can see how it got its name.

Vicka has come, the seer,

pale skin, crocheted scarf,

an other worldly calm

unexpectedly in their midst.

The cup of her hands pours

a blessing over them; she says

please kneel, listen to Gospoda,

oh, she weeps for peace

in an evil world, fast, pray

on Wednesday, Friday.

This waif, is she 16? –

so plain, her voice tremulous--

some forget to videotape,

some seem distressed

the Holy Mother

is less present

than usual and Vicka

will not take questions

this time about heaven

or life after life or the end,

which is sooner

than anyone knows:

long flight home,

nothing worthwhile to take

and someone, hopefully,

at the gate to meet them.

--Miguel deO

my third photodripping

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Texture by Lenabem-Anna J.

• 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.

Cleveland Nt. Forest, Ca.

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Green and White

Topaz Impression 2

Nik Color Efex

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

My uncle used to play with a group called the Jive Bombers: www.youtube.com/watch?v=fF9xiJ8LIH0