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“Until you are willing to learn the lessons, pay attention to details, and become patient with yourself, you will keep repeating the same patterns over and over again.”

― Kemi Sogunle

Pattern published in Fall 07 Knitty.

 

Woodins are mysterious apparitions that inhabit fallen trees in the tickets of Central Park. Spotting them requires light footsteps and plenty of acorns to coax them out of hiding.

 

Photo by Makiko Sasanuma.

There are many things to see but sometimes the nicest things are the most basic. Simple rhythmic patterns and prints made by little creatures.

An abstract piece shot recently while on a walk around the Glencoe Lochan.

 

There is a small stream which flows into the Lochan on its Eastern side and immediately before it reaches the lochan there is an area which sits just outside the main flow and upon which little lines of bubbles and froth manage to survive. Attracted by the patterns I took this shot. I felt the conversion to a hard black and white rather than the natural tea brown of the water better suited my visions for the shot and this is the end result.

 

A definite love it or hate it image but it it is what it is!

version with via LrC corrected verticals.

Interesting patterns in logs of driftwood.

Vestrahorn has so many possibilities to be photographed. Textures, patterns, reflection, panorama shots, this is the reason we spend two nights in our Iceland workshop at this area, to visit this spot different times, with different light...

 

Travel and Photography

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In this panorama shot was necessary to focus stack because the stone was really close to the camera. And in order to capture all the frozen patterns in the foreground.

Patterns in the bedrock at Clam Harbour Beach.

Lines, lines, lines...

on bamboo from the garden

Flash floods leave familiar patterns in the sand.

A warm summer evening. A man sits on the grass and rests his back on the ragged surface of a pine tree trunk. He is lost in thought. The evening wears on slowly as he takes the occasional look at the sun setting behind a distant range of mountains. The scene pleases him. It mellows his mood. Cycles, boundaries, points of no return, deadlines. They all come in waves that travel along the ocean of time, that incomprehensible continuum. In the briefest final lapse the sun goes down behind the furthest mountain. He knows that there will come a time when the last rays of the sun will actually be the last rays of the sun.

 

I used to read books.

We do custom patterns now!

 

This is our first custom pattern! We love how this turned out, it screams summer!

We heart Zooey

Here is another pattern I've rewritten :)

Thank you and I hope you'll also like my other amigurumi pics/patterns.

*smiles*

I love looking for lines and patterns in the street, they intrigue me, can't resist them.

Patterns in the cliffs at Mavillette Beach.

Zoom in to see the faceted surfaces better.

an embroidered wildflower pattern on striped linen.

el ataque de las mamushkas

Gulf fritillary butterfly - taken in my garden in Mexico

eyestripe surgeonfish

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