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Thanks CNCREATE to write an article to me. And here's the link. Hope u enjoy and write down what u think about my works!
Someone told me
Write, clear and true about what hurts
I write my story with more than words
For the voice that can't be heard
Carve my heart into this dirt
Someone told me
There's paradise upon this earth
A page still waiting for us to turn
For the fire inside that burns
In the ashes that emerge
Someone told me that love
Love has no limits, no limits
Love has no limits, no limits, no limits
Thankyou in advance for your support, faves, comments and awards!
I do appreciate you all ❤️
font: Russel Write
Just for you Jan as I know how much you like sheep.
textures and effects by Remember Remember
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The Lamb
By William Blake
Little Lamb who made thee
Dost thou know who made thee
Gave thee life & bid thee feed.
By the stream & o'er the mead;
Gave thee clothing of delight,
Softest clothing wooly bright;
Gave thee such a tender voice,
Making all the vales rejoice!
Little Lamb who made thee
Dost thou know who made thee
Little Lamb I'll tell thee,
Little Lamb I'll tell thee!
He is called by thy name,
For he calls himself a Lamb:
He is meek & he is mild,
He became a little child:
I a child & thou a lamb,
We are called by his name.
Little Lamb God bless thee.
Little Lamb God bless thee.
Write a caption of what you think 🤔 the fish 🐟 is saying right now...
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font: Russel Write
textures and effects by Remember Remember
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remember this poor little calf Jan..........
John Clare
Rural Morning
Urging each lown to leave his sports in fear,
To stop his starting cows that dread the fly;
Droning unwelcome tidings on his ear,
That the sweet peace of rural morn's gone by
Never write off small towns sometimes, as in the small Alsace town of Selestat, there are wonders to behold. It’s a pretty sleepy sort of town now, but Sélestat enjoyed a golden age during the Renaissance. As a result, it now holds one of the finest libraries of humanist writing in the world. The image is not particularly good, but it shows the exterior of the library fairly well. It’s a historic building, but inside, it’s very modern, with the latest methods of storing old books in oxygen-free environments.
The Humanist Library in Sélestat is one of the most important cultural treasures of Alsace, France. There are two Renaissance humanist libraries involved: the library of the Humanist School and the private library of the scholar, Beatus Rhenanus (1485–1547).
The central section of the permanent exhibition focuses on the intellectual career of Beatus Rhenanus, a Sélestat native, prominent humanist, and friend of Erasmus, who left his extraordinary personal library to his hometown upon his death in 1547. Taken together, these 670 works form one of the richest Renaissance collections to have survived intact. Even at that time, the library was of inestimable value, since books were only published in small numbers of copies and they were extremely expensive. The library of Beatus Rhenanus is the only larger humanist library preserved virtually intact. Other large libraries, such as those of Erasmus von Rotterdam or Johann Reuchlin, were scattered after the deaths of their owners.
The Library of Beatus Rhenanus was inscribed in UNESCO's Memory of the World International Register in 2011.
Since 1889, both libraries have been housed in the same building in a former covered market near the Gothic church of Saint George. The library is publicly accessible as a museum, and the books can be consulted by scholars and researchers.
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I WOULD BE VERY GRATEFUL IF YOU COULD NOT FAVE A PHOTO
WITHOUT ALSO LEAVING A COMMENT
Take one window screen (I thought it worked well with the fork) place it on a kind of white folding plastic table in the morning sunlight (see first comment for my studio), on top of it add a small flat bottomed glass Pyrex bowl, squirt in some dish washing soap and water (just a little not a lot), stir with a spoon in a sort of whisking motion and admire the cool bubbles and patterns! I was hoping for some cool psychedelic colors but didn't really get much color except blue so I processed in B&W. I was pleasantly surprised to see the sharpness of the lens stopped down to f/16. After this I shot an energy drink can and it came out tack sharp with great color contrast!
I estimate the scale of this image to be under 1 inch, if you look to the left, you'll see a "0" which is the last digit of the model number, it measures app. 0.1 inch tall.
For the Group, Macro Mondays, Theme, "Soap"
Meyer Optik Gorlitz Oreston f/1.8 w/Nikon PK-12 & PK-13 Extension Tubes 41.5mm total, 2 image focus stack
Kind of a weird thing too that takes me WAY back to before there were PCs and Macs w/MacDraw. To a time when central computers were the thing and if you wanted briefing charts, you went to the graphics department. Charts could be made but you had to write code in BASIC to control a plotter. Computer generated images were just starting to show up and for fun I coded a program that generated these sphere looking images. It was all about coming up with the equations to modify the radius such that at the edge, it matched the radius of the circle but as you got closer to the center, the radius approached infinity and you got a flat line. The increments were advanced in very small amounts and in effect the plotter drew a 'curved line". I guess what comes around goes around and in case you know early office computers it was an HP9845C workstation.
Tip of a fountain pen.
'Tip' for 'Looking Close on Friday'
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Happy LCoF
Where Edith Piaff and Jim Morrison sing; Victor Hugo and Oscar Wilde write, and us tourists walk the paths and steps.
Usually I try to write down the names of the authors, the time they are and the name of the work, but unfortunately I have lost some of my notes and I do not have the data of this sculpture! the period is certainly Hellenic, but I know nothing more about sculpture
Normalmente eu procuro anotar os nomes dos autores, a época em que se situam e o própio nome da obra, mas infelizmente perdi algumas de minhas anotações e não tenho os dados desta escultura ! o período é certamente Helenico, mas não sei nada mais sobre a escultura
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on your heart that every day is the best day in the year. ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson
Enjoying a beautiful day at the Mabry Mill, perhaps the most iconic structure on the entire Blue Ridge Parkway.
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I taught ChatGPT to write prompts in the way I learned from the great Techhalla.
After ChatGPT understood, I gave the following instruction:
Now create four prompts on four topics on which I invite you to act completely freely. A refusal is not accepted, make an effort.
Topic 1: something I have never seen before.
Topic 2: something you have never seen before.
Topic 3: something extremely surreal.
... And today...
➡️ Topic 4: A mixture of Topic 1, Topic 2, Topic 3
And I was impressed:
This is the finale of the experiment
here are the MJ prompts ChatGPT created:
IMAGE: Unprecedented Fusion | GENRE: Experimental | MOOD: Intriguing, Unsettling | COLOR: Unexpected color palette | BACKGROUND: Mixture of cosmic and abstract elements | SCENE: Hybrid creature interacting with futuristic technology | DETAILS: Blending of organic and mechanical elements, intricate textures | RENDER: Unique and boundary-pushing | LIGHTING: Dynamic and unconventional lighting sources | COMPOSITION: Visually complex and thought-provoking | SHOT: Close-up shot | CAMERA: Canon EOS R8 | LENS: Focal length 35mm | TAGS: Experimental, hybrid creature, futuristic technology, cosmic elements, abstract fusion --ar 16:10 --v 5.1 --style raw
BERNIE: "I thought the cards were supposed to be gone by now"...
RADCLIFFE: "Maybe she forgot about them"..
BERNIE: "No... that's why all of this stuff is all over the table"..
RADCLIFFE: "Must be something else then".....
BERNIE: "Look Raddy !! A donkey one! These must be for Auntie Vikki.... she loves little donkeys"...
RADCLIFFE: "Do you think we should get a pen and start writing some addresses"?..
BERNIE: "You can write"???
ME:.... "okay, okay....I get the message.... I'll get them going.........but, the post office may go on strike at any minute ...so who knows when anybody will get them anyway?".....
Happy Teddy Bear Tuesday ... late again....
A drop of water, if it could write out its own history, would explain the universe to us.
Lucy Larcom
Write my name in the sand
Talk to myself for hours
Say things you don't understand
I can take myself dancing
And I can hold my own hand ♪
Have a great evening ♡
Happy Tree mendous Tuesday
The title is a quote from Kahlil Gibran that came to mind as she walked under the trees:
"Trees are poems the earth writes upon the sky. We fell them down and turn them into paper, that we may record our emptiness."
Thank you for taken your time to visit me, comments or faves are always much appreciated!
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For those of you who don’t know about Ry Cooder he is probably one of the best slide guitar player that ever played a guitar and he writes music and scores films. I found out about him when I saw the movie “ Crossroads” and saw that he had scored the film. This song “Feelin’ Bad Blues” is from that movie. If you like southern blues then you need to watch this movie it is just loaded with amazing songs Plus it has The Karate Kid in it.
Olha quem apareceu novamente aqui no Flickr, pois eh amigos estamos sumidos, mas agora com computador em casa, acho que vou poder dar mais atenção ao flickr.
Esta eh a foto mais recente do Hury
©joanne mariol 2016
iPhone 6 + Snapseed + iColorama
Read about the creation of this image here: bit.ly/1TXiSuO
But me as you can read, I'm innocent. ;)
.:EC:. Package Ariana & AddOn +(Less Dark)
.:EC:. Package Donna Piercing
.:EC:. Romy Pantie
.:EC:. Nevernine
SONG REQUESTED FOR ALL YOU LADIES!
www.youtube.com/watch?v=G7KNmW9a75Y
Lyrics:
We were good, we were gold
Kinda dream that can’t be sold
We were right til we weren’t
Built a home and watched it burn
I didn’t wanna leave you
I didn’t wanna lie
Started to cry but then remembered I
I can buy myself flowers
Write my name in the sand
Talk to myself for hours
Say things you don’t understand
I can take myself dancing
And I can hold my own hand
Yeah I can love me better than you can
I can love me better
I can love me better baby
Can love me better
I can love me better baby
Paint my nails, cherry red
Match the roses that you left
No remorse, no regret
I forgive every word you said
I didn’t wanna wanna leave you
I didn’t wanna fight
Started to cry but then remembered I
I can buy myself flowers
Write my name in the sand
Talk to myself for hours
Say things you don’t understand
I can take myself dancing
And I can hold my own hand
Yeah I can love me better than you can
I can love me better
I can love me better baby
Can love me better
I can love me better baby
Can love me better
I can love me better baby
Can love me better
I
I didn’t wanna wanna leave you
I didn’t wanna fight
Started to cry but then remembered I
I can buy myself flowers
Write my name in the sand
Talk to myself for hours
Say things you don’t understand
I can take myself dancing
And I can hold my own hand
Yeah I can love me better than
Yeah I can love me better than you can
Can love me better
I can love me better baby
Can love me better
I can love me better baby
Can love me better
I can love me better baby
Can love me better
- Write your name on the wall of the bar-restaurant La Bodeguita del Medio in La Habana Vieja. This is where writer Ernest Hemingway had consumed, according to him, the best mojito in Cuba. La Bodeguita del Medio also claims its creation.
- Écrivez votre nom sur ce mur du resto-bar La Bodeguita del Medio dans La Habana Vieja. C’est ici que l’écrivain Ernest Hemingway venait consommer, selon ses dires, le meilleur mojito de Cuba. La Bodeguita del Medio en revendique d’ailleurs sa création.
- Escribir su nombre en la pared del bar-restaurante La Bodeguita del Medio en La Habana Vieja. Aquí es donde el escritor Ernest Hemingway había consumido, según él, el mejor mojito en Cuba. La Bodeguita del Medio también afirma su creación.
I started with the notion to write more poetry. And by "more," I mean any. I used to write a lot of poetry, but that was a long time ago.
But recently I've tried and started by looking at what I had written twenty years ago (not quite the last time I wrote, but close).
What I found were poems and books I wrote about people. Almost everything written down was about someone. Sometimes it was an alloy of several people folded into one. But it was almost always about people.
My writing held people in the same way my photography does not. I have almost never photographed a person. In my thousands of photos I've shared, maybe a half dozen contain people.
But one thing they both share, my writing and photography, is humanity. There are not people in my photographs, but it's hard to say they aren't peopled.
Almost everything I photograph has been modeled and moved by the 'hand of man.' Even pictures that seem purely nature, without a path carved, without a road made, has been changed in countless ways by people.
It can be seen in the plant life - much of what I take is of grasslands, the native species all but erased, replaced with the invasive, brought from wherever to here by people.
Sometimes there were forests where there is nothing.
Sometimes there's nothing where there were forests.
The lake is new, the land is leveled; here used to be wetlands, and here used to be desert.
Sometimes I'll share my photos on lists and groups that insist upon no photos with "the hand of man." I'll submit a 'natural' scene with some small path carved by coyotes through the steppe grass and it will be rejected as unnatural.
Other times, cheat grass and tumbleweeds pass muster as no "hand of man" was detected.
But this just opens an ultimately semantic and pointless discussion of how humans are and/or aren't part of nature. It's a discussion I forever loathe having and roll my eyes in dis-entertainment. "You know what I mean," is as far as I'll take it.
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'Sing in These Vacant Theaters'
Camera: Mamiya RB67
Lens: Mamiya-Sekor RB67
Film: Fuji NPL160; x-02/1999; 50iso
Process: DIY ECN-2
Montana
July 2022
Marché Hebdomadaire de Carbonne, Haute-Garonne, France.
Whenever I write the word "vegetables", I have to think about this Spitting Image Sketch from a long, long time ago:
For more from Midi-Pyrénées see my album Midi-Pyrénées.
For more from France see my album En France.
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