Abstracts simply command us to either ignore them or to stop and think about them. It seems there isn’t much middle ground on that (for me, at least). At this moment (in the cold and damp weather we have) I prefer to think about this photo and let my memories run down the furrows and crave the warmth of the sun under that crazy summer sky.
fine shot. i like the cyans of the sky
And how I love the way you lay your beauty upon beauty on me, darling. And how I drown. And I how I want to be saved by you.
All the best & safe travels, Fritsch.
but honey, i can’t even save myself, i am afraid we will have to just drown together 🙂
you created a wonderful image of the furrowed fields under a scrambled sky Elaine!!… i love it….peter:)
A very van Gogh image.
i still have my ear 🙂
One could now write a story against that backdrop, Elaine!
you write it and i’ll read it and give you a review on amazon 🙂
HA! Touche. 🙂
Abstracts simply command us to either ignore them or to stop and think about them. It seems there isn’t much middle ground on that (for me, at least). At this moment (in the cold and damp weather we have) I prefer to think about this photo and let my memories run down the furrows and crave the warmth of the sun under that crazy summer sky.
Phil, i know exactly what you mean on both counts, at first i thought the picture was ridiculously processed, now it’s cheering me up ridiculously lol
wow … Elaine … that’s a Vincent van Gogh 🙂
maybe the layer was in honour of him 🙂