Heartland
96 creative works found
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Found on a wall in Carlton. This has been up for years. Still poignant in its message.
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heart leaf on texture
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Images from the Heartland. THIS CALENDAR IS IN THE “BUYERS ARE US” GROUP (LOOK UNDER FORUM)
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Robins singing, grass growing, Pasque flowers poking up through the soil … Spring in the Heartland wouldn’t be complete without BABY LAMBS! These two were huddled together while their moms munched on hay a few feet away. Southeast South Dakota, March 2008
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- – - – - – - – - – - – / ...See the sunrise over her skin / She feels like water in my hand / Freeway, like a river / Cuts through this land / Into the side of love / Like a burning spear / And the poison rain / Like dirty tears / Through the ghostranch hills / Death Valley waters / In the towers of steel / Belief goes on and on / In this heartland… / - – - – - – - – - – - – / Heartland by U2 / If you don’t have the song, you can listen to it on YouTube This photo was taken on the Great Alpine Rd, south of Omeo, VIC. Canon 40D w/ EF-S 10-22mm / Focal length @ 18mm / Aperture: f/22 / Shutter: 1/25sec / ISO: 100
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A haystack in a dusty field on an early September day in the early evening. Actually, the stripped bark of a tree.
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This picture was taken for the Sydney Morning Herald Heartland competition. The shot was taken at 6.15 in the morning 20mm Focus / F22 / ISO 100 / 0.6 sec I also used blue Cellophane on the top right hand corner, that is how I got the blue tint. Canon EOS 450D
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Tree bark in Tokyo. I saw a figure in it, very small, praying on the edge of a precipice. I dodged the area around it to highlight what I saw. A little photoshopping for levels and contrast.
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Look around, never know what you’ll find. / Featured in the Central Coast and Hunter Group
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In the early days fodder to get the stock through the winter was usually hay. The whole process was done by hand in the earliest days later a horse draw hay rake like the one shown was used. The hay then was place by hand into stacks around a pole to help keep it from blowing away. By pressing the hay down as they started and latter by the weight of the hay, it would become fairly waterproof. This took a certain skill by the stackers. The hay would cure by the heat generated by the release of moisture in the hay and compression. A fence was then place around the stack to keep the stock out until it was time for them to feed on it….Image was taken on The Mountain Farm Museum, GSMNP. The barn seen is the Enloe-Floyd Barn, and is of the Shotgun style
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One of the more modern structures in Cades Cove. A lot of the barns that were there, have gradually fallen in and nature reclaimed them. I can remember back to when a few people still lived in the Cove. They were allowed to live there by an arrangement with the park service when the land was sold. They are all gone now including those that stayed in the cabins in the Elkmont area. This barn sits beside the Cades Cove Loop Road. It still is in great shape and will probably out live me. I wish I had thought and taken the time 30 years ago and shoot a lot of the structures that are forever gone. Hind site is always better than foresight. Never pass up a chance for a shot, what you pass up today may be gone tomorrow…a block and tackle was often hung from the overhang of the roof to pull hay up and into the window up top.. image taken as mornings 1st light tops over the ridge to warm the already beautiful colors,and intensify parts of the field back of the barn…Cades Cove is located in the Great Smoky Mountains and one of the more heavily visited areas.
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The Homestead Author: Nautilus Blue On a dry dusty road following alongside a river, / So beautiful the scenery would make a body shiver, / Warm summer sunlight on my face / Takes my breath away just being in this place Around a bend a knowing stand of gum trees stood, / In their shadow an elegant homestead made of iron and wood / The old picket fence had hardly a lick of paint / Rusty hinges held on the wrought iron the gate Sheets of roofing iron flapped in the breeze / Grand old lady once had a family to please / Double French doors and timber floors / Peered through the shattered glass / Looked a hundred years back into the past The lady of the house, hardworking, determined and strong / Makes breakfast for her family, but she’s a ghost in my song / Her long skirts whisper across the warm timber floors / She’s busy about her every day chores Her children from their snug warm beds rise / Still wiping the sleep from their eyes / They are all her life her pride and joy, / Two blonde haired girls and her only boy Smoke curls out of the chimney its early morn, / Her husband rode out sometime before dawn, / He’s gone drovin’, don’t know when he’ll be back, / She’ll see him again when he comes riding down the track A gust of wind, the windmill labours to turn / From my daydream I sadly return
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Out in the middle of Waterville, the silence is broken only by a faint rasp of wind over empty fields… Tonal qualities, and tilt-shift effect done in post work
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This may not look to be that comfortable to ride. It was a lot easier that raking hay by hand. This old horse drawn hay rake could rake bout what 8 men could do in a given time. That would leave a lot of time for other chores. More often then not, one of the younger kids would drive the rake, and the older kids and men would gather and put up the hay. This was pulled thru the field of cut hay. The tines would collect the hay. When they were full the lever would be pull releasing the hay in a pile. Then it would be gathered and taken to where they stored it. This may be crude by today’s standards but in its hay days this was a major improvement to putting up hay…….image taken at the Mountain Farm Museum at the Cherokee NC entrance to the Great smoky Mountain NP
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... Listen to your heart, talk to your heart, follow your heart and then you will understand.. ALL my works of art are mostley done intuitively; I am affected and inspired by music; no painting is done without music; music is inalienable. see my profile.. inspired/results with / done with Apophysis Beta208 was featured in ! # 1 ARTISTS OF REDBUBBLE! 13.9.2009 / was featured in Imaginative Realism 14.9.2009 / was featured in Light In The Darkness 15.9.2009 / was featured in ! ♥♥All About Hearts♥♥ ! 15.9.2009 / was featured in Affection 12.10.2009 / was featured in German Artists 12.10.2009 looks nice as Laminated Print
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Somewhere on Irish Hollow Road… This is Jo Davies County, Illinois I grew up in Illinois! (Chicago). I would have bet big money that the state didn’t have a single hill. For the most part, I would have won the bet. It’s not called The Prairie State for nothing. Most of it is flatter than the pancake. But the very northwest tip adjacent to Wisconsin and Iowa, is another country altogether. Called the Driftless Zone, it was not impacted by the glaciation in the most recent Ice Age 10,000 years ago give or take, so was not flattened by the crunch of that relentless ice. It’s a jewel-of-a-region, typified by rolling hills, deep valleys, bluffs, cliffs, canyons, caves and rock formations high above the Mississippi River daunting enough to draw rock climbers here from quarters all across the Heartland. This winding country road is one of many leading to and from Galena, a wonderful historic town just north of where I live dating to the early 1800’s. The birthplace of Ulysses S. Grant and a burg Mark Twain enjoyed, nearly every building in the town is registered with the Illinois Historical Society. Today, it’s a great example of a tourist destination which has kept its heritage intact with no compromising of its fine old architecture or its rich historical tradition. I took this in September when the wild asters were in bloom. We do have traffic jams out here… they’re called “Farm Equipment on the Road!”
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Designed with my digital art work.
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The moon comes up at sunset in Sabula, Iowa along the Mississippi River.
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Welcome to my art, circa 2006. As you can tell, I’ve always been enamored with texture. These are textures overlayed onto my own photography of abandoned farmhouses in Waterville, Washington. This one is the first in a series of four. My sweet friend Wendy has always loved these, and so – I dedicate this long overdue posting of the work to her.
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Welcome to my art, circa 2006. As you can tell, I’ve always been enamored with texture. These are textures overlayed onto my own photography of abandoned farmhouses in Waterville, Washington. This one is the second in a series of four. My sweet friend Wendy has always loved these, and so – I dedicate this long overdue posting of the work to her.
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Welcome to my art, circa 2006. As you can tell, I’ve always been enamored with texture. These are textures overlayed onto my own photography of abandoned farmhouses in Waterville, Washington. This one is the third in a series of four. My sweet friend Wendy has always loved these, and so – I dedicate this long overdue posting of the work to her.
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Welcome to my art, circa 2006. As you can tell, I’ve always been enamored with texture. These are textures overlayed onto my own photography of abandoned farmhouses in Waterville, Washington. This one is the fourth in a series of four. My husband and I, and our good friend Jeremy often go ‘photo hunting’ up by these houses. They sit out on the stark landscape of a high desert prairieland….and never fail to capture our imagination. My sweet friend Wendy has always loved these, and so – I dedicate this long overdue posting of the work to her.
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