Interesting that you pictured Fenway Park, one of the two baseball stadiums in America where I watched a game, saw a homer hit over the green monster. And I agree that fly fishing can be a religion. I think that fly fishermen are the Royalty of fishermen. In any event your "compilation" pictures are interesting.
Beautiful pictures, Mac. My Maternal Grandfather was an avid fisherman, and taught me how to fish. I admit I was not very good at fishing, as when I was lucky enough to hook a fish they escaped off the hook just as I was about to land it. And one time when I was fishing with my Grandfather on a pier using a cane pole that was much bigger than me, I hooked a fish and by the time I was able to bring it up, the fish swung in and slapped me full in the face then fell off the hook and back into the water on the other side of the pier behind me.
That seemed to be the story of my fishing life.....
I was out and about last weekend. We tried to go to the Copper Falls WI State Park, but all the trails are marked "No Dogs Allowed" so we drove around looking for things to take photos of. Got a few and stayed near the WI - MI border overnight. Then headed up to Superior Falls on the Montreal River where it empties into Lake Superior. Then back home...
My Mother was a big fan of Chinese art and architecture, as am I, and she would have loved to see your on-going photo essays each week of the colorful and amazing sights you post for us to enjoy each week. Thank you do much for sharing them with us. I never tire of seeing them.
Thanks to all of you. This group is for me the most encouraging, as so much of NT is downright frustrating. Your compliments keep me bouyed and anxious to keep doing what I'm doing here.
Thanks for sharing that Cooperstown had more to see than baseball history such as the Hall of Fame which as a baseball-loving family we made a pilgimage to. Unfortunately all photos were before digital, and are back in storage in Toronto.
The house on the left of the church photo looks like a particular colonial style that was practically carbon copied all over the northeast back then. If it is, then that's my favorite colonial design, with a super efficient floorplan. I love it. It's the style that often later got a single-story addition on the back and a new roof to accommodate it, creating the salt box style. Lots of those are still standing all over New England, hundreds of years old.
The photos also remind me of old Town Williamsburg. All the buildings are small and narrow, as are the rooms. The stairs in the two-story buildings were very narrow and almost straight up with very narrow steps. I gather that most of the Europeans had very small feet. And the ceilings were low, so the residents must have also been very short.
But, they represented a early part of our history and it was fun to see them.
Her brother from the same litter is still here, just a little confused about why his sister has disappeared. They are 18 years old so it wasn’t unexpected. I made two caskets so I wouldn’t have to go through so much when he eventually goes. He is the alpha of the two so that’s going to be a rough time.
Stubby was Tasha's other half. They weren't related but I got them at the same time and they were the same age. Stubby won't come in the house and I don't know why unless he senses that's where she died. He also came to her grave when we were burying her. He'll be 18 in October. I just hope he lasts that long.
A very sad time indeed. I think most of us have had to day goodbye to one of our 4 legged family members at some point in our life, and can share your pain. So your painting brings back such painful memories, but, does so in such a beautiful way. Thank you for sharing.
What a beautiful sunset. Father Sky offers some very beautiful and amazing artwork for the mortal lives to enjoy. Reminds me of the beautiful sunsets at Ft Meyers FL I saw the times I visited there.
The loon symbolizes the wildness of the north—wildness that many of us, trapped in an ever-more-urbanized society, long for from the depths of our souls. Since ancient times the loon has featured prominently in Native American mythology.
Since ancient times the loon has featured prominently in Native American mythology.
Thank you, Mac. And yes, the loon is part of the Native American history and beliefs. They are considered as one of the Totem Spirits, and part of the Tribal myths in many Tribes. As well as one of the birds of the Bird Spirits for some Tribes.
The call of the loon at dawn, echoing from up the lake through the early morning mist, is one of the things I loved most about being at my lakeside home in Ontario's lake district.
I see Buzz has re-started something we did with success in the past, namely "illustrate" a poem posted by a member of the GROUP. Hopefully, Buzz will have inspired our poets/authors, to request other Group members to illustrate their works. Generally, let's say, up to 10 lines of text, requests made here in a thread, or, in a PRIVATE NOTE.
From Leonard Cohen's "Suzanne".... "She feeds you tea and oranges that come all the way from China..."
Here's another example. From the song "Autumn Leaves"
"But I miss you most of all, my darling, when Autumn Leaves start to fall...."
And another thing we did - I posted a photo, asking that someone provide a poem or description for it.....
And Neetu composed a wistful poem to describe that photo.
Let's do some more of these. We also had challenges, like photos that were a certain colour...There are lots of things we can do to spice up these pages.
Well, Your compilation did cast some reel images of the art. Now that I think about it, since there is an art to fly fishing it does belong on this group dedicated to art, does it not?
What is the significance in Indian lore about shape-shifting? I first learned about face-shifting in Frank Herbert's novel Dune, and when I was in a theatre in China a face-shifter stood in front of me and absolutely amazed me. By passing his hand over his face he changed it completely to a number of different faces. I had never seen anything like that before or since.
Shape-Shifters and their mythical names and shapes vary according to different Tribes. Shape-Shifters names vary from different Tribes, such as Deerwoman (Plains and Woodland tribes), Kanaima(Carib), Rou Garou (Metis), Skinwalker (Navajo), and Stikini (Seminole). They are normally depicted as a deformed, animalistic body, marred face, and blazing orange-red eyes. However, some Shape-Shifters transform into the bodies of Bears, Wolves, and Eagles for the purpose of healing and protecting their communities.
Some here may have read Kavika's stories about the Shape-Shifter "Stone Hand", who protects against people with evil intent.
But, not all are doers of good. Some are evil forces.
However, Shape-Shifters are based upon the varied lore of the different Tribes.
Dutch scientists were studying butterflies and thought their droppings— officially called frass, looked like butter. So they gave the insect the name butterfly.
That is very true, Buzz. And that is one of the reasons why I enjoy NT. There is always so much to learn, and I am an avid learner of life and all that Mother Earth and Father Sky have to teach us. There is much more to learning than just from the Internet and books. Life itself is a great teacher.
My favourite high school teacher threw the chalk at students who were not paying attention
Indeed! Same here, that is where my thought came from. In my case the teacher threw the eraser at a kid next to me who had fallen asleep, but hit me instead. I suggested aloud that this is why he is the golf coach and not the baseball coach. I got the chalk and he was accurate on that throw....
My Fourth grade teacher was rather elderly and suffering from arthritis. She liked to throw erasers at the kids who she felt were paying attention, or just messing around. In the early part of the year the erasers were made of all felt, or whatever, without any hard backing. Later in the year they went to wood backed erasers. The first time she threw one it hit the kid in the eye, and the end of the wooded backing severely damaged the kids eye. He was rushed to the hospital where they tried to save his eye, but, the damage was too severe. The parents of the kid filed suit against the school and the Teacher, and she was 'retired'. It was a big lesson to all the other Teachers who liked to throw erasers that they were subject to legal action if they threw an eraser and hit a child 'anywhere'.
We were glad to see the Teacher go, and saw no more thrown erasers.
The regalia varies among the different Tribes. Some are more ornate than others. When we lived in Pawhuska OK when I was 9 years old, the Cherokee, Osage, Pawnee and Ponca held various dances at a pavilion not far from Pawhuska 3 times a year. And while their many regalia were similar in some ways, they were also very different. I also learned some of the dances for the women, and they too wore different regalia for their Shawl Dances and others.
The Grass Dancers also wore very ornate regalia. I learned a lot about the various Tribes and their dance regalia at those gatherings.
No, it's a different burl of the same wood. Some of them do look similar. When I was making wood burl clocks I would visit a few different wood cutters and sort threw the different wood types to find ones that would make good clocks. I didn't want the perfect ones, I wanted the ones that had a personality of their own. And there would be several very similar burls that it was hard to tell them apart. And that is what I kept in mind when using the wood burls for my artwork.
It's that time again!
Interesting that you pictured Fenway Park, one of the two baseball stadiums in America where I watched a game, saw a homer hit over the green monster. And I agree that fly fishing can be a religion. I think that fly fishermen are the Royalty of fishermen. In any event your "compilation" pictures are interesting.
the best part of the weekend on NT.
A Group effort! Gratifying that it pleases.
Beautiful pictures, Mac. My Maternal Grandfather was an avid fisherman, and taught me how to fish. I admit I was not very good at fishing, as when I was lucky enough to hook a fish they escaped off the hook just as I was about to land it. And one time when I was fishing with my Grandfather on a pier using a cane pole that was much bigger than me, I hooked a fish and by the time I was able to bring it up, the fish swung in and slapped me full in the face then fell off the hook and back into the water on the other side of the pier behind me.
That seemed to be the story of my fishing life.....
LOL. Better stick to creating great images.
Yes indeed, Buzz. At least as of yet I have not had any of my creations slap me across the face. (big grin)
LOL
I was out and about last weekend. We tried to go to the Copper Falls WI State Park, but all the trails are marked "No Dogs Allowed" so we drove around looking for things to take photos of. Got a few and stayed near the WI - MI border overnight. Then headed up to Superior Falls on the Montreal River where it empties into Lake Superior. Then back home...
The Montreal River Inlet on Lake Superior
Superior Falls on the Montreal River
A heron looking for breakfast
Momma and two babies having dinner
Good capture of fabulous scenery, but the heron shot is absolutely amazing.
Thanks. That heron was so far away so the image is noisy and a bit soft.
Sounds like a wonderful way to spend a weekend.
The hotel sucked but over all it wasn't bad.
Ahhh, the sights must have made up for a bad hotel...
Your photos are always great EG and these are no exception. I love seeing your photos.
Wonderful photos, EG.
Awesome photos all, EG. I agree that the one of the Heron in the tree is truly amazing. And the Mother deer and her fawns is precious.
Those are great. That's a beautiful place.
Continuing my series - a random selection of photos from my first few years in China. You may have seen them before, but long ago.
1. A building located at a park in Luoyang, Henan Province
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2. A diorama of 4 famous Chinese poets from past dynasties, located at the Three Gorges Dam Museum in Chongqing
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3. The International Convention Centre in Nanning, Guanxi Province
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4. Looking down to the Jialing River from Ciqikou Old Town, Chongqing
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5. A restaurant boat on the Jialing River, moored at Chongqing
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6. View of a lit up traditional styled shopping mall beside the Jialing River at downtown Chonging
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7. Here's lookin' at you, kid - photo taken at the Chongqing zoo
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8. A Springtime scene around the corner from the School where I used to teach in Zhengzhou, Henan Province
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9. An old area of Pudong, part of Shanghai - our hotel was at the end of that street.
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10. And Shanghai on a slightly misty day
Beautiful.
Very cool tour, Buzz.
Another great photo essay, Buzz.
My Mother was a big fan of Chinese art and architecture, as am I, and she would have loved to see your on-going photo essays each week of the colorful and amazing sights you post for us to enjoy each week. Thank you do much for sharing them with us. I never tire of seeing them.
Thanks to all of you. This group is for me the most encouraging, as so much of NT is downright frustrating. Your compliments keep me bouyed and anxious to keep doing what I'm doing here.
From the Farmer's Museum in Cooperstown, NY
There was a lot more to see. The place was amazing. We spent hours there.
Nice photos, Veronica. It looks like a very interesting place to visit.
Thanks. It was very informative. They also have the Cardiff Giant on display there.
Looks like a fun place to see. Thank you for sharing the photos for us to enjoy as well.
Thanks for sharing that Cooperstown had more to see than baseball history such as the Hall of Fame which as a baseball-loving family we made a pilgimage to. Unfortunately all photos were before digital, and are back in storage in Toronto.
The house on the left of the church photo looks like a particular colonial style that was practically carbon copied all over the northeast back then. If it is, then that's my favorite colonial design, with a super efficient floorplan. I love it. It's the style that often later got a single-story addition on the back and a new roof to accommodate it, creating the salt box style. Lots of those are still standing all over New England, hundreds of years old.
Great photos.
The photos also remind me of old Town Williamsburg. All the buildings are small and narrow, as are the rooms. The stairs in the two-story buildings were very narrow and almost straight up with very narrow steps. I gather that most of the Europeans had very small feet. And the ceilings were low, so the residents must have also been very short.
But, they represented a early part of our history and it was fun to see them.
I took some baby photos for a friend of mine the other day.
What a cutie! Her smile is very heartwarming.
If looking at that photo doesn't make you smile there's got to be something wrong with you.
Sunset Dream
© G. Gam 2021
Abstract-Floral with Grid
© G. Gam 2021
Moorish Idols
© G. Gam 2021
I like the all but I love the fish. They're beautiful.
Thanks, Perrie.
cool effects.
Thanks, dev.
Great photos, G.
Thank you, Kavika.
Love them all, G. They are all both interesting and beautiful. Well done!
Thank you very much, Raven Wing.
Your creative skill and good taste have exceeded my ability to compliment it sufficiently.
Wow. Thank you so much.
I haven’t really been in the creative mood for the past couple weeks. I call this one Funeral For a Friend. RIP kitty.
I know how you feel. I just buried one of my best friends a few weeks ago. Your painting brought tears to my eyes
Her brother from the same litter is still here, just a little confused about why his sister has disappeared. They are 18 years old so it wasn’t unexpected. I made two caskets so I wouldn’t have to go through so much when he eventually goes. He is the alpha of the two so that’s going to be a rough time.
Stubby was Tasha's other half. They weren't related but I got them at the same time and they were the same age. Stubby won't come in the house and I don't know why unless he senses that's where she died. He also came to her grave when we were burying her. He'll be 18 in October. I just hope he lasts that long.
So sorry for your loss
Sad.
A very sad time indeed. I think most of us have had to day goodbye to one of our 4 legged family members at some point in our life, and can share your pain. So your painting brings back such painful memories, but, does so in such a beautiful way. Thank you for sharing.
Your explicit photo invokes emotion, and a memory of a similar burial of my Fidget I sympathize with you for the experience you went through.
The sunset photo was taken this past week at Long Key, Florida on the Gulf of Mexico.
Beautiful photo, Kavika.
nice.
What a beautiful sunset. Father Sky offers some very beautiful and amazing artwork for the mortal lives to enjoy. Reminds me of the beautiful sunsets at Ft Meyers FL I saw the times I visited there.
And you are indeed NT's Sunset King!
The sky is on fire - but a much more wonderful "fire" than is being experienced on the west coast.
That is absolutely fantastic, Raven Wing.
Thank you very much, G.
Beautiful, RW.
Thank you Kavika. I m very glad you like it.
WOW!!!
Thank you very much, Buzz.
Love the "LOON" as your iconographic totem, RW.
The loon symbolizes the wildness of the north—wildness that many of us, trapped in an ever-more-urbanized society, long for from the depths of our souls. Since ancient times the loon has featured prominently in Native American mythology.
Thank you, Mac. And yes, the loon is part of the Native American history and beliefs. They are considered as one of the Totem Spirits, and part of the Tribal myths in many Tribes. As well as one of the birds of the Bird Spirits for some Tribes.
The loon is one of the original clans of the Anisninaabe.
The call of the loon at dawn, echoing from up the lake through the early morning mist, is one of the things I loved most about being at my lakeside home in Ontario's lake district.
Off to a great start; thanks to all and don't stop now!
how the heart sings
like spring's yearning
and summer's greening.
like fall's ripening
and winter's dreaming
of spring's recurring.
Great poem, Hal.
TY Rav.
We try to illustrate those events on this group.
"like spring's yearning"
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"and summer's greening."
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"like fall's ripening"
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"and winter's dreaming
of spring's recurring."
Thanks for bringing a beautiful look to Hallux's beautiful poem, Buzz. A great collaboration.
Anoon Buzz.. absolutely gorgeous photos...thank you..
Your illustrations for the poem are excellent. Really great.
I see Buzz has re-started something we did with success in the past, namely "illustrate" a poem posted by a member of the GROUP. Hopefully, Buzz will have inspired our poets/authors, to request other Group members to illustrate their works. Generally, let's say, up to 10 lines of text, requests made here in a thread, or, in a PRIVATE NOTE.
Thanks Hallux and thanks to Buzz.
A great idea, Mac. I am sure those where who would like to accommodate the poets with illustrating their poems, as would I.
I also provided images for lines in songs....
From Leonard Cohen's "Suzanne".... "She feeds you tea and oranges that come all the way from China..."
Here's another example. From the song "Autumn Leaves"
"But I miss you most of all, my darling, when Autumn Leaves start to fall...."
And another thing we did - I posted a photo, asking that someone provide a poem or description for it.....
And Neetu composed a wistful poem to describe that photo.
Let's do some more of these. We also had challenges, like photos that were a certain colour...There are lots of things we can do to spice up these pages.
Very nice poem.
This is the second one that I've seen that you posted and I thought both were excellent.
Friday is now waning, so here is one to see us into Saturday....
One that's not so old...
Not so old, and still good.
Thanks Buzz.
More fly fishin'.
© A. Mac A.G.
Very nice, Your Majesty.
Thanks; just something I put together on the fly.
Well, Your compilation did cast some reel images of the art. Now that I think about it, since there is an art to fly fishing it does belong on this group dedicated to art, does it not?
There is a line in the film A River Runs Through It that confirms that fly fishing is an Art.
OK, then it's oh-fish-al.
But Brad Pitt took it to an extreme, following his biggest catch by swimming after it in the river.
Then we should COD-ify it!
Sorry to be running late today, so here is another oldie.....a Shape Shifter
What is the significance in Indian lore about shape-shifting? I first learned about face-shifting in Frank Herbert's novel Dune, and when I was in a theatre in China a face-shifter stood in front of me and absolutely amazed me. By passing his hand over his face he changed it completely to a number of different faces. I had never seen anything like that before or since.
Shape-Shifters and their mythical names and shapes vary according to different Tribes. Shape-Shifters names vary from different Tribes, such as Deerwoman (Plains and Woodland tribes), Kanaima(Carib), Rou Garou (Metis), Skinwalker (Navajo), and Stikini (Seminole). They are normally depicted as a deformed, animalistic body, marred face, and blazing orange-red eyes. However, some Shape-Shifters transform into the bodies of Bears, Wolves, and Eagles for the purpose of healing and protecting their communities.
Some here may have read Kavika's stories about the Shape-Shifter "Stone Hand", who protects against people with evil intent.
But, not all are doers of good. Some are evil forces.
However, Shape-Shifters are based upon the varied lore of the different Tribes.
Hope this answers your question. (smile)
Thank you. We never stop learning.
You're welcome, Buzz. The more one learns about the Native American way of life the easier it is to understand.
Let's keep it going!
© A.Mac/A.G.
That's a beautiful Butterfly, Mac. Love the color combinations.
Looks like flower petals.
Why do they call them butterflies? Is it because they spread their wings, or did someone try to eat one and it tasted like butter?
Dutch scientists were studying butterflies and thought their droppings— officially called frass, looked like butter. So they gave the insect the name butterfly.
And margarine hadn’t been invented at the time.
Really, the first paragraph is accurate.
Very interesting information, Mac. Thank you for sharing it.
Thank you. As I said above, we never stop learning, because if we do, we've also stopped living.
That is very true, Buzz. And that is one of the reasons why I enjoy NT. There is always so much to learn, and I am an avid learner of life and all that Mother Earth and Father Sky have to teach us. There is much more to learning than just from the Internet and books. Life itself is a great teacher.
Indeed. And one should be sure to pay attention, or the teacher might throw an eraser in one's direction!
So very true. And it's sad that so many choose to ignore the Teacher, as they think they know so much more than the Teacher.
LOL. A memory aroused. My favourite high school teacher threw the chalk at students who were not paying attention, or who gave stupid answers.
Indeed! Same here, that is where my thought came from. In my case the teacher threw the eraser at a kid next to me who had fallen asleep, but hit me instead. I suggested aloud that this is why he is the golf coach and not the baseball coach. I got the chalk and he was accurate on that throw....
My Fourth grade teacher was rather elderly and suffering from arthritis. She liked to throw erasers at the kids who she felt were paying attention, or just messing around. In the early part of the year the erasers were made of all felt, or whatever, without any hard backing. Later in the year they went to wood backed erasers. The first time she threw one it hit the kid in the eye, and the end of the wooded backing severely damaged the kids eye. He was rushed to the hospital where they tried to save his eye, but, the damage was too severe. The parents of the kid filed suit against the school and the Teacher, and she was 'retired'. It was a big lesson to all the other Teachers who liked to throw erasers that they were subject to legal action if they threw an eraser and hit a child 'anywhere'.
We were glad to see the Teacher go, and saw no more thrown erasers.
One more margarinefly …
© A. Mac/A.G.
What a beautiful Butterfly. It truly lives up to its name, as it looks as if it could be made of creamy butter.
Very well done, Mac.
LOL. Then the yellow colour was added.
And one for Sunday.....
A fantastic costume - please explain the custom.
Thank you, Buzz. He is a Fancy Dancer in his full regalia.
I've watched videos of the Fancy Dance, but that is the most amazing regalia I've seen on a dancer.
The regalia varies among the different Tribes. Some are more ornate than others. When we lived in Pawhuska OK when I was 9 years old, the Cherokee, Osage, Pawnee and Ponca held various dances at a pavilion not far from Pawhuska 3 times a year. And while their many regalia were similar in some ways, they were also very different. I also learned some of the dances for the women, and they too wore different regalia for their Shawl Dances and others.
The Grass Dancers also wore very ornate regalia. I learned a lot about the various Tribes and their dance regalia at those gatherings.
One more for this week.....
Is that the same burl? It doesn't meld in with the image as well as the mother and child.
No, it's a different burl of the same wood. Some of them do look similar. When I was making wood burl clocks I would visit a few different wood cutters and sort threw the different wood types to find ones that would make good clocks. I didn't want the perfect ones, I wanted the ones that had a personality of their own. And there would be several very similar burls that it was hard to tell them apart. And that is what I kept in mind when using the wood burls for my artwork.
Thanks to all for another excellent thread.