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ImageWriting (2/24)

We love putting words to a work of art, be it a photograph or a painting or any image that words can help define.

Featured Work

Normandy Dairy at Berry College by Patricia Montgomery

The Normandy Dairy buildings located on the Berry College campus in Rome, Georgia. The spire-topped buildings have red-tiled roofs over white-painted brick and resemble those often found in the French countryside. The dairy was built by Berry College students in the 1930s with funding from Henry Ford, President Herbert Hoover, and others. Years later the dairy moved to another location on campus and these brick and timber buildings sat in a state of disuse until Truett Cathy of Chick-fil-A, through his WinShape Foundation, gave these buildings a second chance at a new life. Today the dairy complex serves as a conference center known as the WinShape Retreat. The original structures – from milking barns to silos – have now been cleaned and rehabilitated. In the old milking barn the tile shines and wood gleams in its new service as a beautiful dining hall. The calf barn is a marvelous reception hall and welcome center. A wonderful example of preservation, the original architecture remains intact and care was taken not to compromise the historic buildings when modern systems were added. Visit my new online card store See other products on Zazzle ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Please don’t copy or download this image. My photos may NOT be reproduced and/or used in any form without my written permission. If you want this photograph, I would be honored for you to purchase it. ©2008 Patricia Montgomery | Bucks Mountain Galleries | All rights reserved.
Nightrider - art doll sculpture by LindaAppleArt

Copyright © 2009 Linda Apple / “Nightrider” / approx. 11 inches high 20.5 inches w/ base -13 inches wide / Isle of Appleshire Series / This was published (with story)in the Summer 2008 “ART DOLL QUARTERLY” magazine / Now Featured in the Image/Writing(2/24) group / Featured on the RB home page / One of the residents of Earthgate: is a “Nightrider” One who works for the village power company and is a caretaker of the fireflies that are placed into the street lamps. They ride the tall night creatures, known as”claw-horns”. These creatures,also known as “leaf eaters”, are very gentle as long as they only come out at night because their large eyes allow them to see the smallest detail in the dark but daylight is very painful. Their long legs enable them to eat the top, most tender, tree shoots and gives the rider the needed height to reach to the top of lamp posts. Nightrider’s exposed parts are prosculpt clay and he has a soft body, glass eyes and mohair hair. He is wearing his gourd hard hat,rabbit fur boots over woolen pants, burlap shirt under his leather vest and carries his knife. The creature is made from gourds and Aves Apoxie, glass eyes and devils claw(detachable) horns and frog leather saddle. To see more of this series,click here Remember: when you click on a painting on my website it will give you a larger view!
California Sister by Anne-Marie Bokslag

B = for Butterfly (uploaded to RB July 7th, 2009). This is a California Sister (Adelpha Californica). Found this one along the Lady Bug Trail on the South Fork of the Kaweah river in Three Rivers. Kaweah River is a river in Tulare County, California, located in the foothills of the southern Sierra Nevada. The river’s headwaters are in the Sequoia National Park. Canon EOS 40D
My Heart by rubyjo

Collaboration with CLiPiCs This is my EKG with my sons names morphed into my heart rhythm / Craig is 16, he is my boy genius / Clay is 14, everyone calls him smiley / They are my reason for being… My Sons / My Life / My Love / My Heart / My Rhythm / My Life Rhythm / My Heart Rhythm / My Heart Beat / My Reason For Living This all started out in a conversation with CLiPiCs (Kriss), / I said… If I were ever to get a tattoo, this is what I would want it to be… / He said… I think I can do that… Now, Kriss knows that my OCD can make it a little annoying to work on projects with me… This looks simple to me- someone who has very little experience with PhotoShop. However, he told me he worked probably a total of 8 hours on it, off and on, over several days. He explained it takes time to pick put the fonts, get the correct color, blend them into the lines evenly, position them correctly, layer them, tweak them, and deal with what he called the “fiddly bits”. / Of course it didn’t help that I kept giving him wrong instructions on what I wanted. I told my Nurse that I needed to do an EKG on myself. She eyed me suspiciously and with a little concern, but then I explained it was an art thing and she pushed me in a room and told me to take off my shirt and bra, she would be right back with the machine. I was a little thankful my regular nurse was on vacation because she would have delighted in putting those EKG leads in ice or something before putting them on my bare chest. So I got my 12 lead EKG, I scanned it and emailed it to Kriss. / Remember he is in London and I am in the United States. So over the computer we viewed it and I explained what I wanted done. Or so I thought. I asked him to use lead II, but I forgot there are two lead II’s on a 12 lead EKG. / / So he worked on it over several days, did a beautiful job and sent it to me. / My response- / ummmmmm, Kriss, I meant the other lead II… / His response- / fmekwfalsfja’sdfndslfnsll which he said was his head banging on the keyboard So he worked on it again, did a beautiful job and sent it to me. / My response- / ummmmm, Kriss, do you think you can make the writing more cursive or script? / His response- / fmawklrejewfndsn’sdfdk which he said was his head banging on the keyboard So he worked on it again, did a beautiful job and sent it to me. / My response- / ummmmm, Kriss, do you think you can make the writing the same size as the EKG spikes? / His response- / fsmk’lsdfhgodf’sdfk’s which by now I am starting to think is his polite way of cursing, I notice it always starts with an f… So he worked on it again, and this time before sending it to me, he mailed me questions, asking could he crop it some, did I need all the patient info at the top, or did I need all 12 leads? / My response- / Oh…ummm. … all I need is the lead II at the bottom, none of the other stuff needs to be there… / His response- / WOMAN! But I have to say I LOVE the outcome. It is exactly what I envisioned. He did a beautiful job and now I want it as a tattoo. / Thank you Kriss!!!! BTW, I showed this to my sons last night. / The boy genius, Craig, cut his eyes over to his little brother and said “Mom- you should make the heart beat speed up after my name, and then flatline after Clays name!” / The last thing I heard, besides my laughing, was the raucous sound of Clay chasing Craig up the stairs…
Broken Cup by Gilberte

Being tired from working in the garden, I decided to have a rest with a cup of herbtea. / Sat in my easy chair with my cup of tea and…closed my eyes. / Soon after I opened them again and wondered what time it was. / At that moment I heard a big bang…so near..what’s that? / My beautiful cup, on the carpet, broken, and all the tea spilled. / I bought that cup for my hubby’s aunt and was happy, after she passed, that my cup was still alive.I got it back and treated it so carefully until last week when it died. (sob, sob) / I am very sorry but what else can I do with a broken cup, if it isn’t take a photo. / So you can laugh while I cry! Lol. / Layered photo.
Window by the Bay by shellbee

This lovely view was on the campus of New College in Sarasota FLorida. Soon after a large storm rolled through sending me into the building for cover!!
Please? by Veronica Schultz

Look how cute I am. You can not resist giving me whatever I want. Now, stop making me eat out of cheap dishes on the floor, and bring out the crystal like that kitty I saw on TV.
FRAGILE by DevineDayDreams

MUSIC If blood will flow when flesh and steel are one / Drying in the colour of the evening sun / Tomorrow’s rain will wash the stains away / But something in our minds will always stay / Perhaps this final act was meant / To clinch a lifetime’s argument / That nothing comes from violence and nothing ever could / For all those born beneath an angry star / Lest we forget how fragile we are On and on the rain will fall / Like tears from a star like tears from a star / On and on the rain will say / How fragile we are how fragile we are On and on the rain will fall / Like tears from a star like tears from a star / On and on the rain will say / How fragile we are how fragile we are / How fragile we are how fragile we are Lyrics; STING / / fractals created with Apophysis
The Mad Conductor by Kerri Gallagher

In this shot although this pelican in about to dive under water for a fish it strikes me as a Orchestra Conductor directing a rather intense piece of music. Taken on the Bow River in Calgary yes the prairies of Alberta they visit us every summer. / Nikon D300 / Nikkor 18-200mm / ISO 200 135mm F 5.6 1/500sec
Truth/Ma'at Doesn't Have to Hurt by * RoyAllenHunt *

Featured in the “Image Writing Group” on 7-9-09. RoseArt colored pencils. Typography, Corel Painter. Inspired by Egyptian mythology. I’ve heard it said that truth hurts. I don’t happen to believe that. In ancient Egyptian lore Ma’at (ma’ yat) was the Goddess of truth, justice and reality. She was depicted in hieroglyphics wearing a crown adorned with a single ostrich feather. Ma’at symbolized the balance between the contrasts in Egyptian life; between Upper and Lower Egypt, between the fertile valley and the desert, and between good and evil. She was the basis of Egyptian civilization and Egyptian strength. Ma’at was said to reign when the kingdom was unified and when men were peaceful and content with their lot, performing their duties of righteous conduct as laid down in the divine order. Without Ma’at creation could not be sustained and the divine design was thwarted. The gods themselves lived by Ma’at. She was said to be the daughter of Ra and the wife of Tuth, having accompanied them in the solar barque when they emerged from Nun for the first time. /
Shrouded in Night by aaeiinnn

Late afternoon in Spring, walking along the banks of the Parramatta River, in New South Wales, Australia, Ian almost missed this dramatic backlit picture. Printed, it emerged, brooding, from the black of the page and drew forth a reflective poem from Annie. The reflectivity of the poem, in turn, evoked emotion of a different colour: a clear deep blue, musing rather than moody, yet disturbing in its clarity. A variation on a photograph that Ian has also put on A Rhymer’s View of the World. The poem and the colour are Annie’s inspiration.
When You Think About It, Why Do We Do Anything? by Daniel Barrie

Seriously! / It sometimes hurts my brain when I think about Purposes, Purposes for anything and everything, actions, existence, life, heat, gravity or whatever. / I always end on the same thought. There is none, or at least none that our minds can comprehend. We just live to die and leave either a Bank Account, or Debts to be paid for the next, and they don’t learn and do the same when its their turn to come, its inevitable. / One day I hope to not believe this and either not care “Why?”, or find another answer that I can believe, or at least pretend to beleive. But my mind does not behave itself, It fixates on what I don’t want to think about, Death, War, Hate, Love, Sickness, health, Space, God, Human Nature, creation, Obliteration…....... / / If you try to imagine your Existence a decade before your birth, and I mean really try, Where are you in this time? / If your mind starts to hurt, you are probably feeling what I feel when I think about this. Self Portrait, Nikon D90 Featured in: / JPG Cast-Offs / ImageWriting

Recent Work

American Bison by Karön Melillo d'Vega

Bison bull photographed at the National Bison Range / June 2009. Bison are commonly called Buffalo. During the winter they grow incredibly thick fur, and in the late spring early summer, they “molt” their winter coat. I was able to get dangerously close to this beautiful bull and photograph him from a distance of approximately 30 feet. The National Bison Range Wildlife Refuge is located in northwest Montana. One of the oldest parks and wildlife refuges in the United States, the National Bison Range consists of approximately 3000 acres. “The National Bison Range is administered by the U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service as part of the National Wildlife Refuge System. It was established in 1908 and is one of the oldest Wildlife Refuges in the nation. As its name implies, the Refuge was established to support a population of American bison. It is home to about 350-500 of these animals. Other large wildlife found on the Range include elk, white-tail and mule deer, pronghorn antelope, bighorn sheep and black bear. Because of its open grasslands, the Bison Range is a place for the public to enjoy some excellent wildlife observation and photography. Normally, buffalo calves are born during April, May, or June, although births have been recorded in all months. Newborn calves are reddish in color, and retain this natal coat until about three months of age, when it is replaced by the dark brown coat of the adult. The calves weigh between 20 and 70 pounds at birth. They grow rapidly and within one year may weigh from 400 to 600 pounds. Two-year-old animals may weigh up to about 1100 pounds. The cows continue to increase in weight until six or seven years of age, occasionally reaching a weight of 1100 pounds. The bulls increase in weight until nine or 10 years of age and very large bulls may weigh more than 2000 pounds. The average weight of mature bulls is about 1600 pounds.” / National Bison Range
Muledeer Buck by Karön Melillo d'Vega

original graphites pencils drawing 1989 winter scene on 9.6×12 inches / textured canvas paper
We Did It Our Way by Crowmanic

And now, the end is near; / And so we’ll face the final curtain. / Forget our friends, and just be clear, / we’ve trashed this place, and it is hurting. We’ve lived our lives as gods and fools, / and mined each and every highway; / And more, much more than this, / but hey, no matter what, / we did it our way. Regrets, maybe a few; / so few there’s no need to mention. / We did what we wanted to do / And saw it through without redemption. We planned each war of this be certain; / Each careful step along the buy-way, / But more, much more than this, / We did it our way. Yes, there were times, we’re sure you knew / When we ripped-off what was your due. / But through it all, when there was doubt, / We ripped it up and then spat it out. / We faced it all and now we fall; / We done it our way. We loved to laugh and rarely cried. / We took our fill whilst you were losing. / And now, as fears arise, / We find it all so less amusing. To think we’ve done all this; / And dare still to say – not in a shy way, / No, oh no not we, / because its been done our way. For what is Man, if he ain’t got the lot? / If he doesn’t hoard then he is seen as naught. / We never say the things we never feel; / And ignore the words of the ones who kneel. / The record shows we delivered the blows - / Oh yes, we’re doing it our way! ~ words ‘borrowed’ from the song “I Did It My Way”, signature song of Frank Sinatra. Elvis did a great version as well
Remembering (Card/Poster with Poem) by Mary Campbell

Remembering / The moments became hours / the hours became days / / We became other people / but always in the background We knew Someday / time would stop for us again To the stars that were once our night / Till Then… by Mary Campbell ©2009 If you just want the picture without the poem click on the image below: /
Landoras - Deadly Kiss by Gilberte

They needed the sun to open and bloom but the sun was too generous and they faded….sun scorched !
Fruit and Wine by Karön Melillo d'Vega

original acrylics painting 2009 / 30.5 cm x 40.6 cm – 12” x 16” / #10 Feuilles Couchè / coated textured canvas paper Featured in Dimensions group 21 June 2009 / Featured in Still Life – Photography & Paintings 21 June 2009 / Featured in Pacific Northwest Art 18 June 2009 / Featured in First Things group 15 June 2009 / / /
Favorite Things by DevineDayDreams

My personal masterpeiece lol!....please view large!! MUSIC Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens / Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens / Brown paper packages tied up with strings / These are a few of my favorite things Cream colored ponies and crisp apple streudels / Doorbells and sleigh bells and schnitzel with noodles / Wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings / These are a few of my favorite things Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes / Snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes / Silver white winters that melt into springs / These are a few of my favorite things When the dog bites / When the bee stings / When I’m feeling sad / I simply remember my favorite things / And then I don’t feel so bad Created with Incendia, Apophysis & PSP detail /
XY=heART by Claudia Alves

Computer Painting ( Painter & PS) What points out Computer Painting is the use of brushes, spatulas, etc… without filters or effects, and that the art is made totally freehand on blank canvas or working on a previous image. / . / . / . / . / . / . / . / . / / . / . / . / . / . / . / . / The artist must know that each one of the acts, each one of his feelings and his thoughts constitutes the subtle and impalpable material, but however solid, from which his workmanships are born, and that he is not free in his life, he is only free in his ART. (Kandinsky) / . / . / . / . / . / . / .
This isn't Virginia City by Arla M. Ruggles

A few years ago, I got the “brilliant” idea to venture into “vintage” portraits for tourists visiting the nearby Great Basin National Park, in the tiny town of Baker, Nevada. Between my costume collection, my love for decorating and backdrops, and a few months’ experience as a school photographer … all of the ingredients were there. It seemed like such a good idea! My studio was a bit of a make-shift affair, and the operation bore little resemblance to the sleek quick-shoot studios I had been to in trendy little “western” tourist towns. Most of my customers seemed happy about the time and personal attention I was able to provide (due to there not being a lot of customers). With some frequency, however, people would come in expecting something other than what they found in my little shop. I came to dread the phrase, “I did this before – in Virginia City.” After a while, though, I came to have a sense of humor about it, and my tagline became, _“I’ve got a feeling this is not Virginia City.” _ I soon discovered the real photographic gems occurred between poses, and I often asked my customers for permission to use their photos in promotions. It was amazing, how well and how often the tagline fit the outtake images! One season of that was enough for me, and I went on to other pursuits. Last year, when I opened my little gallery, I toyed with the idea of once again offering vintage portraits. I had learned a thing or two, and I thought I might go ahead with it, with some major simplifications to the process. This portrait was among my first efforts at the new location. Canon 350D EOS / Tamron 55/200mm / Outdoors, Natural Lighting
A River Blue... by valzart

....a painting oil on canvas ….for the homeless orphans of Uganda as sung and written with them by Joseph Arthur..’Thinking of you’....A River blue ..100% proceeds go to this charity Uganda Africa.. inspired by the book ‘What a country without animals’ by Ndyakyira Amooti’ a first experimental oil on canvas of a river…inspired by the song ‘A river blue’ featured in M.I.A. ...
REFLECTIONS OF OUR BEING by PatriciaLM

REFLECTIONS OF OUR BEING Ecstasy slides into the seas of passionate love…. / For ever warmed by… / Intune by our reflections of our beings / You sky so sweet… / You sand so deep…moves in perfect unison of natures gift… / I shall sit and watch with envy the passion that binds you together….. / Some day my soul mate will appear as you do….. / PatriciaLM
Flaming Red by Deborah H. Benoit/Deb`s Photo Creations

Craquelure Filter. The flower looks like it is dancing. The filter gives it texture and a unique look.

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About This Group

We love putting words to a work of art, be it a photograph or a painting or any image that words can help define.

We encourage all forms of writing, from humor to fiction to poetry to factual commentaries that explain the history or story behind a work of art. And titles are important to us, for a good title brings the entire work of art together. We encourage people to contribute regardless of their writing skill, as long as what they have written is coherent and works with the image they have submitted. It can be a photograph of a special family gathering, just write to the best of your ability what the occasion was and it should fit our criteria.

We are all about writing, and a couple of sentences can be just as effective as a lengthy commentary, or a poem or a tale of fiction. Just write!