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I had originally thought the common name might refer to the pattern in the bark, like argyle socks. (I don't actually see it--just guessing.) Well, not so much. Apparently this species of Eucalyptus is native to an area that included Argyle Co. in New South Wales, which has had its name changed since the name was applied to the tree. The apple part of the common name is apparently from someone thinking the bark resembled that of an apple tree, though this tree may be more furrowed than some and not the best example. But that deep pattern and those angles are what attracted me. The species name cinerea means "ash-colored," referring to the foliage's silvery-blue-green appearance. This particular tree is a street tree in Morro Bay, California
"As the poet said, 'only God can make a tree,' probably because it's so hard to figure out how to get the bark on."--Woody Allen
Fungus Patterns I found wandering in the woods. The sun came out and so did I.....back to the fields :)
The top of our ballooon as we lifted off the ground. This was from below, just under the heating unit.
Canon 7d, 15-85
In this detailed tutorial you will learn how to create a seamless pattern composed of simple folk-flavored flowers. In the first part we will create an individual flower. In the second we will focus on constructing a pattern and define a seamless Illustrator pattern swatch.
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I'm a firm believer that there are patterns in everything in life. I see them all the time, and sometimes I can reach out and grab them. The ones going into the past are the most obvious, of course. But there are some that spin out into the present and future, that if we look close enough, can be followed to their logical conclusions.
But then, things happen that I never expected. The love I've found this year - I just, I don't even know how to express it most days. I didn't have to ask, or beg, or plead for it. I didn't have to do anything at all for it. When I was plummeted so far down I couldn't even see the earth above me, it was just there, lifting me up.
I never saw this pattern emerging at all. I was always the one that everyone got along with, but was never particularly close to. I was the one that belonged everywhere, kinda, but nowhere fully. The one who never really felt she fit into any particular hole - round, square, or otherwise.
But now I see the way the threads go - a million miles in every direction. And they are so far from only threading one way.
I love, I love. And I can't help it. And I don't want to.
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But I am going to a far, far land
I know it sure as I’ve a past and a future
With my maps on the table, you see, I have lost many things
So many I won’t turn back.
Steps for my pattern tunnel. Here is a link to the Diva's Challenge with Tangles I had to come up with www.flickr.com/photos/93814875@N08/9104810630/ Please let me know if you have seen this pattern anywhere else.