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artworks on paper by Yanomano
The “line_up“ is a paperwork series I developed since 2010. The “liners” are made out of paper (Din A3/A4),
oil paint and graphite. The theme is the hermetical laws of polarity and movement. There is no ending and no beginning in any direction, just an endless movement. You have the possibility to arrange the papers like you want and that makes it an endless playground for my photo-work and the eyes of the viewers.
Yanomano
Winter night
Had a good bit of wind and clouds reflecting a bit of light. Experimented with a long exposure capturing some motion in the trees.
It's called Wind Ridge for a reason. It was howling up here and difficult to remain standing upright. That's Pigeon Mountain on the left and the diagonal trail is Skogan Pass.
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ICM in the garden. The dahlias are still out but blowing about in the wind. I wanted to give an artistic impression of that.
we’re having extreme weather in parts of california. wind gusts up to 65 mph. some of the photos of downed trees destroying houses and cars look like a hurricane hit us. the rivers and streams are overflowing with persistent rainfall and flooding parts of major hi ways and roads. we have another full week ahead of more strong wind and rain. lives have sadly been lost.
Heute musste ein Spaziergang sein,damit die Gans und der fette Braten nicht auf dumme Gedanken kommt und an mir hängen bleibt!
Soulis: The Answer, My Friend, Is Blowing in the Wind ... . Two people on this planet have received both an Oscar and a Nobel prize: Bob Dylan and George Bernard Shaw. Thank you.
As much as the reds and golds of New England's autumn forests, there's something in the cold north wind off the frothing seas of the North Carolina coast that says winter is coming.
This is the tree just over the fence from our holiday cottage in Gairloch, Scottish Highlands.
Every day I would look at it and just hope that weather would break. It never really did!
It has been a while since I've uploaded something from Rizal. I remember this particular day being very wind, with lots of cloud movement and so I decided to throw on the 10 stopper and let the sunset color kind of ooze into the scene.
Strong winds, low temperatures... This afternoon's shoreline view...... And snow is falling too.....
The wind swept landscape of Beluga Point. This is an older picture from a few years ago. I really liked this one because of how the wind has blown the snow away creating leading lines in the direction of the gorgeous sunrise.
I feel it, I hear it. The wind.
It rushes on me, pushes and presses on me.
It swirls around me in a whirlwind.
Making me fly or bowling me over.
It’s music to my ears or deadly for my fears.
Softly refreshing or scarily shrieking.
Spirits, soothing and lifting on hot days.
Black ghosts, cold and grabbing by night
It’s ugly and angry in a terrible tempest.
But, so teasing in a beauty’s wild hair nest
It’s blowing now in my mind,
My dreamcatcher dancing to a tune.
So strong the wind is spinning my cogs
In a great windmill with sails that speed
In the breeze, the gale, the storm and more
This romance with the wind……..
fast, slow, good, bad, strong and powerful
Influences how I flow, and go, and even blow
The wind gives me wings to fly and to flee
And forever to dream and wonder what might be.
PS. I was crap at poetry at school. 50 years later not much has changed! More random thoughts! But it doesn't matter. Not many people will read it!