- Real Name
- Ryn S
- Device
- Deep Purple 14 Pro Max
I Walk Alone
View attachment 93140
Words from the song by Green Day (see above).
Enlight>Mixer for the double exposures, Repix>Daubs for the blobs.
Every time I see this image I love it a little more.
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The Words of the Photographs
- Thread starter Glenton
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Every time I see this image I love it a little more.
Awww, thank you Ryn. That means a lot to me.
Don't you just love images that you want to 'get to know'? that thing where you keep going back, like it's calling you - and it shows/tells you something new every time?
(Or is that me forgetting my meds again? )
(Or is that me forgetting my meds again? )
Glenton
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- Real Name
- Rodolfo Glenton
- Device
- Android (Generic)
Puff, the Magic Dragon
ProCamera, H336 (New Orleans), BeCasso (Edvard, Ruby, Coarse Paper), Trigraphy (Dobro, Instant, Old Wall), Distressed FX (Obscure/Muble)
From the song
"Puff, the Magic Dragon"
Peter, Paul and Mary (1963)
Written by Leonard Lipton and Peter Yarrow
"Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honahlee
Little Jackie paper loved that rascal puff
And brought him strings and sealing wax and other fancy stuff."
ProCamera, H336 (New Orleans), BeCasso (Edvard, Ruby, Coarse Paper), Trigraphy (Dobro, Instant, Old Wall), Distressed FX (Obscure/Muble)
From the song
"Puff, the Magic Dragon"
Peter, Paul and Mary (1963)
Written by Leonard Lipton and Peter Yarrow
"Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honahlee
Little Jackie paper loved that rascal puff
And brought him strings and sealing wax and other fancy stuff."
I loved this song as a child... although it brought me to tears whenever I heard it. Your image is a beautiful interpretation.
- Real Name
- Ryn S
- Device
- Deep Purple 14 Pro Max
Don't you just love images that you want to 'get to know'? that thing where you keep going back, like it's calling you - and it shows/tells you something new every time?
(Or is that me forgetting my meds again? )
I love your phraseology and yes, yes I do!
Aww I love hat song. Nice work!!!
- Real Name
- Lisa Waddell
- Device
I'm glad to hear you say that because to this day the song makes me sad yet I still listen because, at the same time, it's a pretty song.
Wonderful creation, Rodolfo!
Glenton
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- Rodolfo Glenton
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Thanks Star! Please consider yourself welcome if you would like to share something of yours
Glenton
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Thanks Catherine and Lisa.
It happened to me and I still do the same when I hear it. It has a strange fascination, as Lisa says well sad and pretty
Glenton
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- Rodolfo Glenton
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- Android (Generic)
Accustomed to the Dark
VSCO (Raw), Distressed FX, Over
"We Grow Accustomed to the Dark"
A poem by Emily Dickinson
We grow accustomed to the Dark -
When light is put away -
As when the Neighbor holds the Lamp
To witness her Goodbye -
A Moment - We uncertain step
For newness of the night -
Then - fit our Vision to the Dark -
And meet the Road - erect -
(...)
VSCO (Raw), Distressed FX, Over
"We Grow Accustomed to the Dark"
A poem by Emily Dickinson
We grow accustomed to the Dark -
When light is put away -
As when the Neighbor holds the Lamp
To witness her Goodbye -
A Moment - We uncertain step
For newness of the night -
Then - fit our Vision to the Dark -
And meet the Road - erect -
(...)
That is so atmospheric. Wonderful.
Oh my.... Rodolfo this is just gorgeous. It looks like an oil painting from the old masters. I love this. [emoji173]️[emoji7][emoji173]️
Glenton
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- Rodolfo Glenton
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- Android (Generic)
Gracias Jilly!That is so atmospheric. Wonderful.
Glenton
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- Real Name
- Rodolfo Glenton
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- Android (Generic)
Thanks Catherine!
Glenton
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- Rodolfo Glenton
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Thanks Jen!
Glenton
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"Where Are You"
Camera+, A Color Story, Distressed FX, Over, Brushstroke
"Where Are You" is a song composed by Scottish singer/songwriter Andy M. Stewart
From the album "whisper of a secret"
Déanta is an Irish traditional music band from Northern Ireland
Where are you tonight, I wonder
And where will you be tonight when I cry
Will sleep to you come easy, though alone I can slumber
Or will you welcome in the morning at another one's side
Camera+, A Color Story, Distressed FX, Over, Brushstroke
"Where Are You" is a song composed by Scottish singer/songwriter Andy M. Stewart
From the album "whisper of a secret"
Déanta is an Irish traditional music band from Northern Ireland
Where are you tonight, I wonder
And where will you be tonight when I cry
Will sleep to you come easy, though alone I can slumber
Or will you welcome in the morning at another one's side
Glenton
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- Real Name
- Rodolfo Glenton
- Device
- Android (Generic)
"Shades of Gray"
A Color Story, Ovla (Text)
"Shades of Gray" is a song that was written in 1965 by Barry Mann and Cynthia Weil and was recorded by The Monkees for their 1967 album Headquarters.
"When the world and I were young
Just yesterday
Live was such a simple game
A child could play
It was easy then to tell right from wrong
Easy then to tell weak from strong
When a man should stand and fight
Or just go along
But today there is no day or night
Today there is no dark or light
Today there is no black or white
Only shades of gray"
A Color Story, Ovla (Text)
"Shades of Gray" is a song that was written in 1965 by Barry Mann and Cynthia Weil and was recorded by The Monkees for their 1967 album Headquarters.
"When the world and I were young
Just yesterday
Live was such a simple game
A child could play
It was easy then to tell right from wrong
Easy then to tell weak from strong
When a man should stand and fight
Or just go along
But today there is no day or night
Today there is no dark or light
Today there is no black or white
Only shades of gray"
Gosh, it's been a long time since I listened to John Denver! Nice.
Love this pic and the poem that goes with it.Tree in Summer
(Please note that in Nicaragua we only have Summer and Winter)
View attachment 92050
ProCamera, ColorStory (Weekend/Pacific), Over (Vevey), Snapseed (Frame)
From the poem "Trees in Autumn"
by John Jay Chapman, North American Writer (1863-1933)
The poets have made Autumn sorrowful;
I find her joyous, radiant, serene.
Her pomp is hung in a deep azure sky
That turns about the world by day and night,
Nor loses its bright charm.
And when the trees resign their foliage,
Loosing their leaves upon the cradling air
As liberally as if they ne'er had owned them,
They show the richer for the nakedness
That weds them with the clarity of heav'n.
I heard a quote from this poem recently and instantly (or even quicker) thought of Glenton Rodolfo and zenjenny Jen when I saw the entire poem. It is made for you two. Jen, you've already done some fabulous work that would go with almost any part of this poem. Would you both pick a section or an image and match it, one to the other? Pleeeeeeaase.
The Name
by Don Marquis
It shifts and glides from form to form,
— It drifts and darkles, gleams and glows;
It is the passion of the storm,
— The poignance of the rose; —
Through changing shapes, through devious ways,
— By noon or night, in cloud or flame,
My heart has followed all my days
— Something I cannot name!
In sunlight on some woman's hair,
— Or starlight in some woman's eye,
Or in low laughter smothered where
— Her red lips wedded mine,
My heart hath known, and thrilled to know,
— This unnamed presence that it sought;
And when my heart hath found it so,
— " Love is the name, " I thought.
Sometimes when sudden afterglows
— In futile glory storm the skies,
Within their transient gold and rose
— The secret stirs and dies;
Or when the trampling morn walks o'er
— The troubled seas, with feet of flame,
My awed heart whispers, " Ask no more,
— For Beauty is the name! "
Or dreaming in old chapels where
— The dim aisles pulse with murmurings
That part are music, part are prayer —
— (Or rush of hidden wings),
Sometimes I lift a startled head
— To some saint's carven countenance,
Half fancying that the lips have said,
— " All names mean God, perchance! "
The Name
by Don Marquis
It shifts and glides from form to form,
— It drifts and darkles, gleams and glows;
It is the passion of the storm,
— The poignance of the rose; —
Through changing shapes, through devious ways,
— By noon or night, in cloud or flame,
My heart has followed all my days
— Something I cannot name!
In sunlight on some woman's hair,
— Or starlight in some woman's eye,
Or in low laughter smothered where
— Her red lips wedded mine,
My heart hath known, and thrilled to know,
— This unnamed presence that it sought;
And when my heart hath found it so,
— " Love is the name, " I thought.
Sometimes when sudden afterglows
— In futile glory storm the skies,
Within their transient gold and rose
— The secret stirs and dies;
Or when the trampling morn walks o'er
— The troubled seas, with feet of flame,
My awed heart whispers, " Ask no more,
— For Beauty is the name! "
Or dreaming in old chapels where
— The dim aisles pulse with murmurings
That part are music, part are prayer —
— (Or rush of hidden wings),
Sometimes I lift a startled head
— To some saint's carven countenance,
Half fancying that the lips have said,
— " All names mean God, perchance! "
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