…now cannot keep open my eyes. I think the Sandman ultimately cannot be denied.
Thank you for the visit, I myself have read many such classics, and knew long ago they were far from shallow tomes.
Originally posted on Teacher-preneur:
Desire backed by Faith knows no such word as impossible.
Every adversity brings with it the seed of an equivalent advantage.
– Napoleon Hill
I never read Napoleon Hill’s classic Think and Grow Rich. I judged the book by the cover believing that it was probably materialistic pablum only useful to sales people trying to develop positive thinking habits to consistently close deals and make big bucks – not that there’s anything wrong with that. Being successful in sales does require a strong dose of integrity, self-confidence and positive thinking, but I didn’t see the relevance to someone like me who was an educator and not motivated by wealth accumulation. I made a mistake.
The two quotes above sound like words you would see on inspirational posters that have no practical effect in the life of the individual who glances at them. The mind responds positively to such thoughts until…
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The holidays have me feeling so very frazzled that I forgot to post when I performed this reblog! Thanks much for the visit. I feel remiss that I am not spending as much time this month investigating the sites of those I follow.
One always wonders how people find each other in cyberspace. My art–such as it is, published or not, is quite not abstract, one wonders how one gets from there to… well…. here…. I remember having written and created all manner of abstractish things when very young. Perhaps it is my natural oppositional nature. Everyone, after all, since 1014 has been heading in that direction with a few notable exceptions–and there is, of course a bit of a revival of such things these days.
But really, I’m just musing with no direction in particular. It’s just the way my mind tends to whirr along. Thanks for the visit.
Originally posted on Art by Ken:
9×12 in mixed media. As simple as this piece seems to be, it was fairly complex in execution. Lost track of the layers but beneath each square of color I started out very vivid and bright. I really love how the textures allowed some of the full richness of the under lying colors to show. I did have to knock down some of the peaks though to get a more uniformed look. The full body white lines in some areas show well too. Unfortunately this piece can only get full appreciation in person, as the photo can’t capture the subtle tones. This was a follow-up to “Neutrons and Fertilizer,” only taking the tones the opposite direction in values.It kind of gives a wintery feel, although I have seen colors this muted from above when you get a lot of sun reflection in spring time. You have to work at seeing the signature as I didn’t want…
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Alas!!! I have so may projects. But these are fun to read about!! My thanks, and for the visit to my very different, much more humble site.
Originally posted on Straight Ahead Construction:
It’s not every day I am asked to make a camera much less a camera that uses technology dating back to 1851. The technology known as the “collodion wet plate process” uses a colloidal silver mixture poured over glass, loaded into the camera, exposed, and then developed while still wet. The resulting image has greater resolution than the human eye.
The impetus to build the camera came from a grant awarded by the Rasmuson Foundation to photographer Adam Ottavi.
Below each photo I will walk you through the parts and process…
Here I am making the ground glass cartridge that is used to focus on the image.
Above is the film cartridge. The outside dimensions are exactly the same for both the film and ground glass cartridges.
The difference is that the film cartridge has a 1/4″ plywood slide that runs in a dado slot in back to block…
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You remind of someone very close. Also a marine. He tells me his life is a similar blur… Strange, I am so much older than both of you–than both of you combined–and I remember so much. I seem to be one of those stodgy old guys who still remember vividly what it is like to be a child. I feel as though, if I were a subject of a motion picture wherein I was transported back into the body of a child, I would fall right into it–and I wonder if whatever wisdom and experience I have acquired during the better part of a century would be of any use, or if it would be completely irrelevant.
Originally posted on Allen Fiction:
I can’t remember my invisible friend’s name. But I remember he’d ride my tricycle and I’d push and pull him on it. The tricycle ended up being thrown in the blackberry bushes and I don’t remember playing with the nameless friend anymore. I can’t remember the first book I read, but I can remember it was a collection of short stories that were abridged so that children could understand them. One of them contained the story of Rumpelstiltskin. It scared the shit out of me then and it still scares me now. I remember the first time I crashed my bike. I remember struggling to find the brakes. When I found the brakes, they only worked on the front tire. I must have done a full flip before scraping across the gravel.
I remember writing terrible stories when I was a kid. Stories about dinosaurs, street fights, and senseless violence…
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