Foolishness
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This giraffe peeked through the shadows at me and seemed to be making a statement. He reminded me of my grandson who does much the same thing almost every time I try to take his picture.
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The choice open to all of us.
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A photo I took while on a trip to PEI. I seen these rocks in this formation and thought it would make an intriguing photo. Hope you like it. :)
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Rainy days like today bring out the frogs and the toads and the foolishness in me.
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“Who is more foolish, the child afraid of the dark or the man afraid of the light?” / —-Maurice Freehill
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Fool
by Magda Beda -
Maybe I’m a traditionalist. Maybe I just love NATURE too much. Maybe someone’s idea of a trademark for a location is just too damned foolish for my tastes. I’m going with the latter. This inn is well known for putting chairs like these in bad locations. I’m sure they don’t see them as bad; maybe you don’t either. But for me, a river has a lot of aspects and NONE of them include man-made chairs randomly scattered to give the place a “unique” look. This just irritates me and I pray for sudden and repeated tsunamis to come upstream and wipe the garbage off the beauty God made until someone in charge catches a clue and STOPS THE MADNESS. Ya know, even I love an abstract or a visual joke where something is painfully out-of-place for an artistic rendition. I once posed in a living room chair in the middle of a greenbelt on a busy street just for the idiocy of the image. But I took the chair back home afterwards. “Leave only footprints” comes to mind. I could have left the chair there. The chair wasn’t all that exciting and it had no great worth. Some wild animals probably would have lounged on it on hot summer evenings. But it didn’t belong there any more than these chairs belong in the middle of a pristine river. (sigh. I’m sure this is one of those times when the term “man-made” really makes women giggle… )
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Foolish Conniving If I asked you once / it would be all I would need / to sustain an adventurous attitude To break through an idea as shaky as crystal If I asked you twice / it would be all I would need To put and end / to this foolish conniving Hickerson /
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Australia, if you have never been here before you’d be foregiven for thinking that this place was as friendly a place as any. The truth beknown it’s turning into just as vile a place as any. Children left at home, coming to adulthood as drunks or worse still homeless and destitude. Their only choice for survival is to joing gangs to survive. Kids get attracted to colours. Let’s face it, they are inviting. They are a memory of a time when we were kids and the lollies were wrappe in bright colours. Packaging hasn’t changed all tht much. They have packaged “alcopops”. Fed the kids with their instinct and kept their hands clean by saying it’s their ow free will that bought it over the counter. These once well mannered kids have gone stupid on the shit. They are clogging the hospital emergency rooms with their inability to hold a night’s drink. In the old day’s if you coldn’t hold your own then you were told not to. Now it’s drinking to excess. There is no future. I think Bill Henson’s new works should have his adolescants with bright coloured filled bottles in their hands, with Henson’s trademarkblue television screehn in the backround. But that would only make it easy for the Anti Henson League to say he is “glamourizing teen beligerence”. / The truth is alcohol is great to remove ink stains from your dry wall. Try it some time. It cuts through it in seconds. It doesn’t mess around and the ink compunds don’t stand a chance. So why would you want to fool around with the booze? It’s great with a meal. It’s fantastic in moderation but when you do it on an empty stomach and you keep doing it without coming up for air you know it’s going to mess with your insides quicker than if you were to going dancing in the middle of the street. Knowing that you are drunk you don’t notice that you are in the middle of the street dancing because you are in the E.R wondering how the hell you got there, and you can’t feel your legs. / The truth is that the kids don’t really care very much. Nothing much has changed really. that is just the niavete of youth, the carefree outlook. Alcohol has always been there you say. True, then the kids keep doing the wrong thing everytime they mistreat it. That has always happened. So what’s wrong with it stopping? The kids are our future. This has been harped on many times in cheesy songs but who’ll take over when we are all too senile to remember where we left our minds let alone our underpants? The kids. They deserve better. Imagination, inspiration and idolation is all lost when you are drunk. Idolation when you are drunk is only for the wrong reasins and by the wrong people. the joke is on you. / Alcohol takes your control skills and leaves it to shit. So you like to be out of control do you? What can be so bad that you need to drown it out with booze? Is your life so bad sober that you need to enhance it drunk? The tragedy with this message is that it’s great that it’s on Red Bubble but Red Bubble is chock full of the artistic types who are open and free thinkers. Not the normal. We can eliminate the future by having less Jackson Pollock’s and Vincent Van Gogh’s.
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OK, you can thank my guide for this series. As I’ve made clear emphatically, snow and I don’t get along. I leave it alone, it leaves me alone, and we’re both just fine that way. But when you are up in the hills and your guide tells you ‘we’re going into the mountains to shoot the snow’, what’s a flatlander to do but go along? After all, I know better than to try this alone. And besides, I drive the 2.5 ton Great White Elephant (Ford E-150) and it hates snow even more than I do. I’d gotten a great ‘running start’ with macro shooting of water droplets and frost formations first thing in the morning. I had extra socks. I had my trusty Nikon D80, a ND2 (the darker of the Neutral Density screw-on filters), and some gloves that only had one hole in them. Besides, I had laid down the law before and said I wasn’t going anywhere near snow unless my conditions were met: it wasn’t snowing; it wasn’t about to be snowing; the roads were all clear, and; she drove her all-terrain vehicle. Today, all the factors aligned against me and 11am came with me being driven north. Cathy (friend/hillbilly/guide/photographer/motivator) finally did it, breaking me down in little chunks along the way and my confidence rose, tho not as quickly as the snow drifts. Highway 20 was completely clear and there was a forecast for one spectacular day far beyond any distance we’d be driving. I sorta got lulled into a false sense of immortality. To be honest, I wasn’t anywhere near as freaked out as I’ve been up until last weekend but it was also the only time I have been a passenger while driving around the snow. It’s a lot easier as a passenger, trust me. I ventured out for my first trek in the Dreaded Cold Wet White Stuff on the opposite side of the road from the vantage point of this shot. But this shot looked like the best one to start with because I wasn’t deep in the snow yet. :-O The depth varied from a thin icy film to some unfathomable depths I almost sunk to while trying to get The Shot at the edge of the Bear River. The term “edge” is rather dubious as it seems that snow doesn’t just sit on the ground following the terrain; sometimes it likes to stay all about the same height as the depth increases dramatically. Approaching that looks like the edge of a river is not advisable and I was fortunate to be as freaked as I was because I was holding on to some thick stalks of bushes as I suddenly dropped half my height into the vile tricky stuff. I never touches bottom because my arms held me up but I may have become the first black snowman if I hadn’t been hanging on first. My feet didn’t get wet but snow went up my jeans rather rapidly. One pull-up and I was able to free myself completely and beat a hasty retreat, lesson learned – for the moment, at least. A while later, I followed Cathy onto snow that supported weight greater than hers but less than mine and I experienced that sickening sinking sensation again but that’s for later in the series. Will I come out of the mountains dry? Will I come out with The Shot (or any good shots at all)? Will I come out as a true stiff after having died in the wild, wet wilderness? Stay tuned to find out!
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Loose change, American style. There is a missing denomination. First person from Oz who knows which one gets a free kiss (if female) and handshake (if male or a female and: gay; thinks I’m ugly; has no lips; has a husband; has a wife; wears stinky lipstick; thinks I’m too smart for my own good; already knows I’m not all that smart anyway; loathes my artwork; loves cheese; minds that I just ate tacos with extra onions; wants me to be carrying a lot more than $11.61; can’t visit America; can visit America but would rather not; isn’t allowed to do so by royal protocols; isn’t online; is allergic to bald men; thinks I’m about as funny was wet bread; kisses boxer dogs on their slobbery lips; doesn’t like music; hates my music; finds pot bellies unattractive; knows I might me horny “by now” [Don’t ask.]; feels that money is the ‘root of all evil’; wants all my evil money anyway, i.e. $11.61; doesn’t like people who sleep on the floor; is afraid of people with “artists disease”; knows that I live in California and isn’t amused that most Californians are either fruits or nuts; doesn’t like Star Trek; likes Star Trek enough to wear pointed ears and never laugh; thinks Stephen King is a demonic writer from hell; thinks Tolkien is the relative of a paid roadway; doesn’t like squirrels; despises rabbits; feels that alpacas are too dumb to be good photography subjects, or; uses a Canon camera for anything other than a target for verbal abuse. Yes, I’m happily a member of the ImageWriting Group in Red Bubble and no, I didn’t submit this image to them because I was afraid it would create a time singularity loop or create a temporal paradox.
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THIS is where I had no business being. Right after this shot, I sunk so far so fast I almost created yellow snow. I was wearing boots that were tied as tightly as possible so I didn’t think I’d lose one in the deep; I thought I might need to leave a leg or two. Snow is just plain devious and you really need to be smarter than it is all the time. The expression “dumb as dirt” doesn’t apply to snow. Snow knows when you’re walking on it and it let’s you get places. Then it gets all “snowy-like” and won’t let you get back. I didn’t sink on the way in so how could I sink on the way out??? Did I get fatter after taking some pretty shots? Do digital shots actually weigh something? I suppose they have to because there’s something there that wasn’t there before, right? If so, I took one too many shots because Mr. Tricky Snow decided to take a grab at me when I took some out that I didn’t bring in. Another thing I didn’t think about: snow doesn’t stay all pretty and white cuz stuff falls in it all the time. Pine needles, branches, leaves, cones and all sorts of debris totally mess up the uniform whiteness. I was rather disappointed to find the pretty stuff wasn’t in the prettiest locations and the best locations looked a lot like this with forest freckles frequently fouling them up. (Don’t try to say that three times quickly and blame ME when someone slaps you!) I guess you have to be there before the snow starts playing catch and the only way THAT’S gonna happen is if it just fell and didn’t drag something off the trees on the way down. How people get pristine snowy forest shots is beyond me unless that P-Shop the heck out of them. Anyway, I did live up to this point and this is the Upper Bear River from a spot slightly below the road to drive into the area. That road was PACKED with cars and trucks with trailers for snowmobiles that were constantly rumbling by sounding like huge motorcycles with a lot of metal tires. I can see why they get banned all over the place, between the noise, the smell of exhaust, and the marvelous tracks they made. I do wonder how many trailers went home empty when Mr. Tricky Snow decided he wanted to make an example of one snowmobile to express annoyance with them all. I know I shouldn’t laugh but THAT would be HELLA funny. :-D
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This was a shot from the side of the road while I was freezing my buns off at the Upper Bear River in the snow. I lived thru the deep stuff from earlier but, after this, I went into deeper and wetter and more stupid places following a woman who could walk on stuff that didn’t support my fat butt. How deep can you sink in a snowdrift? All the way down to China?? Or do you stop somewhere so far down that climbing up isn’t an option? In either event, what does a flatlander do? Learn Mandarin really fast? Start walking in the direction where you didn’t fall thru and hope your head pokes out before you freeze to death? Should I have been wearing a helium balloon with DUMBASS BELOW written on it or had had a rope tied to my foot so someone would have something to pull out of the frozen hell before summer? (sigh) Playing in snow. What a concept.
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This image has been featured in the excellent ImageWriting group… Who is more foolish, the child afraid of the dark or the man afraid of the light ? – Maurice Freehill
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FEATURED BY Digital Art Compliations You took your coat off and stood in the rain, / You were always crazy like that.. I watched from my window / Always felt I was outside looking in on you, / You were always the mysterious one with dark eyes and careless hair.. / / You were fashionably sensitive, but too cool to care / Then you stood in my doorway, with nothing to say, / Besides some comment on the weather.. / Well in case you failed to notice, in case you failed to see, / This is my heart bleeding before you, this is me down on my knees / These foolish games are tearing me apart .. Your thoughtless words are breaking my heart / You’re breaking my heart !!! You were always brilliant in morning; / Smoking your cigarettes and talking over coffee, / You philosophies on art, Baroque moved you, / You loved Mozart and you’d speak of your loved ones; / As I clumsily strummed my guitar.. / / You’d teach me of honest things / Things that were daring, things that were clean, / Things that knew what an honest dollar did mean.. / / So I hid my soiled hands behind my back, / Somewhere along the line I must’ve gone off track with you.. Excuse me ?! Think I’ve mistaken you for somebody else, / Somebody who gave a damn, somebody more like myself.. / / These foolish games are tearing me apart / You’re tearing me, tearing me, tearing me apart !!! / Your thoughtless words are breaking my heart, / You’re breaking my heart !!! You took off your coat and stood in the rain; / You were always crazy like that… Lyrics-Composed by:JEWEL Foolish Games – JEWEL I made it by two of my images…One is nightshot of light pool and some fractilius work and smudge tool… Ahh not to forget.. Listening the song all the way while I was working on it :)) /
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Created for an upcoming series on “Artists for Christ” this is one of a couple images I am creating for them as they go through the book of Proverbs. This one represents, for me at least, some of the imagery contained in “Proverbs 26” This also forms part of my own Illustrated Bible Project Artists for Christ / Proverbs Devotions: (coming soon)
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Hare / Watercolour & Pen
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oil on wood myspace.com/Artistmind Sylvia Lizarraga
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Please Butterfly beware of spider !!! / This was from my garden, Fl. /
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I made this in APO 3D Hack. Another perspective on a julian. It reminds me of walking through a field in the spring when the flowers are just beginning to bud.
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