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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

Walking towards Infinity by Rick Todaro

Something to think about .. This is a photograph to deeply stimulate thinking , and I ask the question, generally speaking in your life where are you going towards ? what direction ? we have so much here in this material world to consume so many of our thoughts , but what about after this life I settled that question a long time ago, when I put all my faith and trust in God through Christ & do it daily in walking with God , I recall Jesus said to them .. who do you say I am ? and the disciple. Peter . answered, “You are the Messiah, whom God has sent.” ... and can be translated > You are God’s Anointed One,” replied Peter. and also translated he said, You are “The Christ of God.” then I add this John 6:68 / Simon Peter answered Him, “Lord, to whom shall we go? You have words of eternal life. .. and its for us to reckon with this Jesus and consider this very honest and life changing question when you settle it, who do you say I am ? work done with my Kodak Z1285 Jesus said to us, “I am the door; if anyone enters through Me, he will be saved, and will go in and out and find pasture.
Foggy Morning on a Country Road by barnsis

*As we drive Julie to work near St. Louis we often encounter early morning fog. This section of the road is know as Echo Holler in the local community. It is a long straight down hill road to the bottom of the valley then a sharp left hand curve as you go up hill. Of course you can not see the curve here because of the fog.
LifeIsPrecious by DonnaM

Never Take It For Granted! /
Moments © by Vicki Ferrari

Moments © Vicki Ferrari “We do not remember days, we remember moments” / Cesare Pavese I really love this quote! So true, well, to me! :)) / Treasure the moments! :) / Vicki Purchase Card / Purchase Mounted Print / Purchase Laminated Print / / Purchase Canvas Print / Tech / Nikon D70s / Nikon Editor / NEF-JPG / Photoshop UL200911071846
Found the Ice...Where's our Skates??? by Larry Trupp

! Featured in the ImageWriting (2/24) group on 7 November 2009 Location : Taken early in the morning, on the frozen marsh at FortWhtye Alive our Nature Center on the southwest edge of Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada…We have had recent night temperature of -10C already here in Winnipeg…No snow so far....NOTE: This is your opportunity to see these waterfowl walk on water...LOL…Better seen enlarged Camera Details: Canon EOS Digital Rebel XTi, 55mm Lens, Aperture exp 10.0, Shutter speed 1/200, ISO 200 HDR enhanced….Hand held…. blending five exposures…. +2,+1,0,-1,-2 using Photomatix HDR software
An Evening by Kaushik Rabha

Captured in Lake Ray Hubbard, near Dallas, one evening when the sky was clear. The whole world became a warm red ball with the evening glow. I took this with Canon EOS 450D with 70-300 mm Tamron lense
Coastal Storm by Adam Gormley

One caught a few months back, and one of my favorites of the day, but for some reason I overlooked it. Was the first day I purchased my new Wide Angle lens for the 5D Mk II, full frame. I ended up buying the 16-35mm f2.8 L II, and she is a beauty! All I need now if the time to get out and capture more of the beautiful mother nature at work :) The wreck of the “SS Dicky”, at Dicky Beach, Sunshine Coast, Queensland, Australia. She isn’t looking so good these days, as the sea rips away at the remains every tide. Canon 5D Mk II, 16mm. Available very large and best viewed Large!
Dragonfly...Towards The Light 2 by Janis Zroback

/ “Towards The Light 2” is part of the Dragonfly series”... painted in mixed media on hand woven raw linen.. over painted in inks and acrylic mediums ....see Part 1 below…click on the image to view the original page… Featured in The Home Page, The Fringe, Impressionist Art, JPG Cast-Offs and many others.... 3,401 Views Aroused by air / caressed by night, / My love is near / do not fight. Away, firefly, / towards the light. Darkness surrounds / the deserted tower, / the elements felt, / then devoured, / by hungry hands / siphoning the night. Go, firefly, / towards the light. S.K. Lindeman
Dawn Silhouettes Across The Yarra by David McMahon

The warm, rich colours here – and the palm fronds on the right – might suggest that this was a summer landscape. But it was shot on a crisp, cold winter morning in Melbourne in late June this year. Yes, winter envelops our country-continent while the rest of you are enjoying summer! I stood, practically transfixed, on Princes Bridge here in Melbourne. It was like watching Nature’s version of Joseph’s coat of many colours. Those faint dots in the sky are seagulls, wheeling in giant arcs through an amazing skyscape above the Yarra River. Fortunately, my standard lens is a Sigma 18-125mm, which gives me sufficient focal length to capture one specific area of a landscape. Yes, I had a 70-300mm lens in my camera bag, but I knew I wouldn’t need it. Most of the frames in the sequence that I shot for the next 30 minutes would have been in the range of 80-125mm. I do not crop, enhance or post-edit my images in any way. Shot with a Pentax K100D, using a Sigma 18-125mm lens. F6.7, 1/60 sec, ISO 200, focal length 34mm. Featured in IMAGE WRITING, November 2009. Featured in DSLR USERS, November 2009. 116-8573
"The Little White Cloud That Cried" by Phil Thomson IPA

A little nostalgia for those that remember, The Hit Song by Johnnie Ray and the Four Lads from 1951. I went walking down by the river / Feeling very sad inside / When all at once I saw in the sky / The little white cloud that cried. He told me he was very lonesome / And no one cared if he lived or died / And said sometimes the thunder and lightning / Make all the little clouds hide. He said, “Have faith in all kinds of weather / For the sun will always shine / Do your best and always remember / The dark clouds pass with time.” He asked me if I’d tell all my world / Just how hard those little clouds try / That’s how I know I’ll always remember / The little white cloud that sat right down and cried. Pentax K20D Camera – 1/60Sec @ f13. ISO100. / Sigma 18 -125 mm lens – 58mm / Edited in ACDSee Pro3. My Bubblesite showcases images in their categories.
asa no kiri by kibishipaul

I took a bucketload of shots like this in the space of about 15 minutes on my way to work one winter morning. I’d never seen fog in 25 years of living in Japan and there was no way I could miss work that morning. Fortunately I had to pass through a park and just kept taking shots until I could delay no longer. I arrived at school with about a minute to spare!
My Rx by rubyjo

Medical Prescription / Rubyjo, Nurse Practitioner / USA / —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-- / Coffee: generic store brand permitted / Number: 5 / Sig: add 1 pack of sugar substitute, 1 ounce of milk. Consume over 30 minutes by mouth or IV / May repeat 4x as needed, not to exceed 5/24 hours / Refills: unlimited / -—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—— / Signature of prescriber: / Rubyjo / Date 11-06-2009 / DEA # JJ 1234567

Recent Work

Landscape...Nothing Gold can Stay by Janis Zroback

/ “Nothing Gold can Stay” is part of the Landscape and Skyscape Series...see other Skyscapes and Landscapes, from the Series below... Watercolour on Arches Not 300lb Paper… Many features and wins… 829 Views Nature’s first green is gold, / Her hardest hue to hold. / Her early leaf’s a flower; / But only so an hour. / Then leaf subsides to leaf. / So Eden sank to grief, / So dawn goes down to day. / Nothing gold can stay....Robert Frost Nothing Gold can Stay Music… “Nothing Gold Can Stay” is one of Robert Frost’s most famous poems. Written in 1923, this poem was published in The Yale Review in October of that year. Some say the poem helped Frost to win a Pulitzer Prize. Only eight lines long, this poem is still considered one of Frost’s best. “Nothing Gold Can Stay” is also featured in the novel The Outsiders by S.E. Hinton and its film adaptation. The American rock band New Found Glory also used the title for their album of the same name...Wiki… Nothing Gold Can Stay” explicitly describes identical moments in three temporal cycles: the daily, the yearly, and the mythic. In each case the poem depicts the moment when the promise of perfection declines into something lesser. Gold unabashedly becomes a symbol–a very traditional one–for the highest value and most radiant beauty. Spring, dawn, and Eden are each a sort of Golden Age, an impermanent paradise. / What lies ahead is never stated overtly, but it is inarguably present by implication. Day is inevitably followed by night. Summer is succeeded by fall and winter. The green leaf eventually turns brown and decays. The loss of Eden gave Adam and Eve mortality. Human youth, by implication, is followed by maturity, old age, and ultimately death. The golden moment, therefore, is all the more precious because it is transitory. By focusing on a single moment, Frost evokes an entire day, year, lifetime, and human history...Dana Gioia. / / / / /
My Life is Black and White by Lina Woods

Standing barefoot / on charred ground / where yesterday / dreams flowered Intent against / wind of pain / wind of beauty / too much / black and white She kneels / in shades of gray / to smooth / the ashes at her feet (author unknown)
Cloud Leopard by Alyce Taylor

A clouded leopard rests in a typical, if rather bored looking, pose on a tree branch in it’s indoor enclosure at the Toronto Zoo in Scarborough, Ontario, Canada. Native to the tropical and subtropical forests of Southeast Asia, this beautiful cat is kept indoors during cold weather. So winters in Toronto, when this animal remains inside for several days at a time, can get rather dull. .
Hands across the water..school supplies by PapasGirl

here are the school they really did recieve..I was so proud for them..a mind is a bad thing to waste…my sons army unit got to hand out everything
Enjoy Life by deborah zaragoza

Enjoy Life The angel of wishes and hopes and trust in life. I am an identical twin and wish these words help her as well as other women all over the world…. Let us all find our soul and feed it daily with positive thoughts.
Guarding the Booty by LavenderMoon

This Bluejay is one of several that have been appearing regularly at the rooftop cafe in search of munchables. They arrive before sun-up and begin picking the peanuts out of the mix first, and then begin swallowing the corn kernels whole. All the while, they are alternately squawking back and forth and the Mourning Doves are arriving, wrangling for position. Then the Chickadees, and the Titmouse arrive, darting in and around everyone else, while the Junko’s are happily bouncing around the perimeter snapping up the seeds that have been scattered about by all the activity of the others. It’s a busy place just before dawn! LavenderMoon~
In the steps of John Keats in Winchester (best viewed large). by Philip Mitchell

“Now the time is beautiful. I take a walk every day for an hour before dinner and this is generally my walk – I go out at the back gate across one street, into the Cathedral yard, which is always interesting; then I pass under the trees along a paved path, pass the beautiful front of the Cathedral, turn to the left under a stone door way – then I am on the other side of the building – which leaving behind me I pass on through two college-like squares seemingly built for the dwelling place of Deans and Prebendaries – garnished with grass and shaded with trees. Then I pass through one of the old city gates and then you are in one College-Street through which I pass and at the end thereof crossing some meadows and at last a country alley of gardens I arrive, that is, my worship arrives at the foundation of Saint Cross, which is a very interesting old place, both for its gothic tower and alms-square and for the appropriation of its rich rents to a relation of the Bishop of Winchester – Then I pass across St Cross meadows till you come to the most beautifully clear river – now this is only one mile of my walk I will spare you the other two till after supper when they would do you more good.” John Keats, Winchester, Tuesday 21 September, 1819 For a brief time in the later part of September 1819, the twenty-three year old John Keats was able to forget his troubles as he enjoyed Winchester’s old streets in the shadow of its great Cathedral, took his walks past its ancient College and out across the Water Meadows. One of the results is the Ode to Autumn, probably his best-loved poem and twice voted one of Britain’s top ten. In it he celebrates the gentle, contented way that Autumn slips into Winter, catching perfectly the sense of accomplishment at the end of Summer. Born on the outskirts of London on 31 October 1795, John was the eldest of five. A sister and two brothers survived into adulthood, but Edward died in infancy. When he was eight, his father was killed in an accident: so began the financial uncertainty that was to plague him for the rest of his days. Tuberculosis, the disease that would eventually kill him too, claimed first an uncle and then, when he was fourteen, his mother. All this made the Keats children unusually close. John was left first in the charge of his maternal grandmother and then of two guardians. Fortunately by then his love of literature had been kindled at Clarke’s, the good local school in Enfield, and although he was subsequently apprenticed to an apothecary-surgeon, a passion for poetry gradually took over from his hopes of a medical career. He eventually gave up medicine for the literary life, but not before qualifying at Guy’s. Friendship with leading figures like Leigh Hunt and Shelley helped get a volume of his early works into print by 1816, but they met with a poor critical response. In May 1818 his brother George married and emigrated to America, leaving in John’s care their other surviving brother Tom who was already ill, also with tuberculosis. Keats loved to travel when he could afford it, and that Summer he went on a walking tour of Scotland with his friend Charles Brown. A severe chill and tonsillitis, however, forced him to cut the trip short, only to find on his return to London that his brother was gravely ill. By December 1818 the much-loved Tom was gone too. Brown had rented part of his Hampstead house to a Mrs Brawne and her attractive daughter Fanny for the time they were away. When Keats met Fanny he fell hopelessly in love with her, but he probably suspected he was ill, and certainly realised that he could not offer her financial security on the basis of the little he had earned so far from his published work. Perhaps because he knew he had little time left, or perhaps as a means of escape, he threw himself into the writing of poetry and produced the majority of his greatest works. By the Autumn of 1819, however, he was emotionally and creatively exhausted and his financial anxieties had returned. London could not provide the peace and quiet he needed and it was expensive, so he decided to get away, first to the relative calm of the Isle of Wight and from there to Hampshire. Is it supposing too much to suggest that his masterly poem encapsulates a feeling of resigned premonition? Within only another eighteen months, not yet twenty-six, John Keats would himself be dead in a foreign land. This collage follows the poet’s own description of the daily walks in Winchester that gave him such respite and inspiration. It is taken from a letter to his brother George which is printed below the images. All the buildings seen here were standing in 1819 and are grade listed by English Heritage.
obscured by shadows by KreddibleTrout

even behind the largest caster / in the grandest and darkest / shadow / called night / metaphorically or otherwise / it may cover us / wholly / but our capacity for hope / our capacity for compassion / and truth / still shines / big and glowing / it is how we’ve managed / this long without succumbing so now / we must back it with flood lights / kick up the generators within / and fuel it with our one truly renewable energy / cos it’s an ominous night we’ve been in / and to make it to dawn will take effort / and hope as seen in my calendar reality edited /
Home by the Sea by restlessd

This is a holiday castle located on one of the little planets ruled by the Princess in the LeKtel eLend galaxy. It is called HiList Undor. The Princess is the only person who can enter through the doorway. If anyone else tries to enter there at the bottom it is near impossible because it stays filled with water even at squat tide. Another difficulty is that it is guarded by a large spider (as you can to tell by the web). The spider’s name is Porkfin; he was hand-raised by the Princess and is one of her much-loved guardians. RLS09© (princess series: hilist undor) Honorably Featured: / / / October 09 Feature / / —-—-—-—-—-—- / This is a compilation of several photographs contributed by members to create our own image at the Little Photoshop forum. / The forum has since closed up otherwise I would give credit to the photographers whose images we all used. Thank you again for them. . . Rhonda Inspiration: Home by the Sea by Genesis / October Feature / Thank you to redheadstock for the Water II Photoshop Brushes
Blue...Red Pears with Ewer by Janis Zroback

“Red pears with Ewer” is part of the Blue Series...image painted from early sketch…provenance unknown… / See others in the Series below… Watercolour on Gessoed Arches Paper… My beautiful ewer, pleasant and elegant, / In the world of today who can find the like? / Everyone who sees it says ‘It is very beautiful’. / No one has found its twin because there are no others like it. / Glance at the ewer, a spirit comes to life out of it, / And this is living water that flows from it. / Each stream which flows from it into the hand / Gives each hour new pleasure. / Glance at the ewer which everyone praises; / It is worthy to be of service to such an honoured person as you Ancient poem… / / / /
A Simple Poppy to Simply Remember... by Carol Clifford

Wearing of the poppy to remember the many thousands who have given everything, including their lives, for all of us. May their souls shine in heaven like all the millions of stars in the heavens. We will never forget! Photographed in my home in B.C. Canada Taken with: Nikon D60 – Lens: Nikkor 18-55mm
Angelic Affirmation by sunshine0

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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 write 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!