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Crazy Tuesday theme: “PATTERNS IN NATURE”
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I came across these lovely ice patterns on the bonnet of a car, it reminded me of the frozen windows we used to get in my childhood. I just added a bit of contrast and vibrancy to enhance the patterns.
Viewing winter through sheer curtains that happen to have the same pattern as the two-tier fruit basket before it.
'As rain falls equally on the just and the unjust, do not burden your heart with judgements but rain your kindness equally on all.' - Buddha
Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=8SbUC-UaAxE
NOVEMBER RAIN – GUNS N' ROSES
Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=1fOrGCZM38I
AUTUMN I by Vivaldi – NIGEL KENNEDY
Soundtracks : www.youtube.com/watch?v=OgJYc9WE7xY
AUTUMN II by Vivaldi – NIGEL KENNEDY
NOVEMBER RAIN
When November skies cry out their pain
and Buddha's tears fall down as rain
the Autumn leaves fall down again
in burnished gold abandonment
capable of letting go
trees don't discern from friend or foe
but shed and scatter all around
their foliage carpet on the ground
we tread and kick the leaves up high
some catch the wind and reach the sky
others may adhere themselves to limbs
that look so bare as Winter slims
full-bodied landscapes; the art of Masters
water-coloured, oils and faster
splashes, dots like pointillism
paint generously the rainbow's prisms
the multi-coloured hues of Fall
the baring forests stand so tall
and quite prepared to give their all
to perfect bold abandonment
we relish change of seasons such
as this one with it's harvest much
and luscious, full and rosy lips
rose-gold kiss abandonment
poetic justice; fire and musty
apple wood, sweet and smelling ripe
lingers long and leaves us longing
for more to whet our appetite
In Summer most we see is sun
and feel the warmth upon our skin
but Autumn is a visual treat
to gift our eyes before we sleep
oh how I wish to hibernate
come Winter with it's threatening storms
and ice-cold winds that bite and nip
my fingers, toes as different forms
come bustling, breezing through the open
doors and floors are wet with melted
snow and ice; I long for nice
hot cocoa with a few marshmallows
pink and white, that soothe and mellow
warm the cockles of my heart
and smooth the feelings that depart
as Autumn falls and Winter beckons
with icy fingers; Jack Frost reckons
he can paint inside the glass
a pattern etched that will stick fast
and never touch it with your tongue
you'll stick and have to wait for Mum
to softly release you from this task
you set yourself; and you will laugh
at this sweet memory of your past
when your family was still complete
now scattered, lost or just divided
left behind where you resided
why did they have to go away
like Autumn leaves and Summer days
but come the Spring and come the thaw
you may hear knocking at your door
and those that left to travel wide
may smile and hug and step inside
Four Seasons by Vivaldi playing
inside your head and on turntable
round and round; spinning gently
another year; and there are plenty
yet to come now you are winning
plans can be made and find you grinning
the joy of life; the joie de vive
Buddha watches; never leaves
enigmatic smile; all-knowing
buds on trees will soon be showing
renewal; rejuvenate the Earth
a time for living; for what it's worth
and now you know it's worth a lot
a year you thought might bring your end
a borrowed year that saw you mend
a year that taught you; value friends
and live and love and laugh awhile
for peace begins with just one smile
and harmony's gift to Mother Earth
brings treasures full; beyond monetary worth
that only sweet abandonment
as with the trees that teach us much
to love; be loved is all enough
and letting go is not so bad
and will not always leave us sad
for like the trees begin again
so can we live through all our pain
and come the Spring we'll be reborn
and sprouting trees shelter us from harm
like the arms of Buddha and the arms of man
joined together in perfect sweet abandonment
giving thanks for all we have
letting go so there is more
for everyone to go around
we are united; we are found.
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Beautiful ancient oaks at Brocton Coppice, Cannock Chase Forest. Planted for King Henry VIII to hunt deer.... now making patterns in the sky.
Chart created from image found on the Antique Pattern Library website. Enjoy!
89 x 89 squares; black squares open mesh, white squares solid blocks. Chain 89 x 3 = 267 plus one; total 268 ch. Start charted squares with Ch 3 (equals first DC throughout the pattern) and use [ch-2, dc] for open mesh squares or follow first ch-3 with [3dc] for filled mesh squares. Yellow lines are at 10-square intervals starting from the right of the chart.
Walking through the main square nearby Baixa-Chiado, patterns in the pavement play with one's perspective. A pigeon in the top right sets the scale.
A beautiful leaf in a neighbor's yard in Santa Rosa, Sonoma County, California. Taken with my iPhone 14 Pro Max and edited in Lightroom Classic.
Striped patterns are usually caused by layers of sediment that have accumulated over time.
Beyond the stunning colors, an ongoing reminder of how a natural canyon has recorded the passage of geologic time.
Shot from a narrow passage while hiking one of the most scenic canyons between Nweiba and Saint Catherine.
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Vormen en structuren op de Zandmotor.
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