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corner view ≈ {spring song} flowers

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12° C at noon, on average.
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month of may.
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indoors sighing has become a national sport.
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so what do we do to keep ourselves occupied?
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we get on!
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i took hold of a few warmer outdoors hours and spent them well.

jane's corner view, francesca's hosting, kristin's theme.

drawing | fillip {on}

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pulling weeds early friday morning, before the rains set in and i'd be constrained to indoors studio work, i didn't mistake the piercing noise meandering from behind the shed for sheep's bleating.
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they come visit every spring. some ten days is all them three need to munch the grass right back on the other side of our bottom-of-the-garden-creek.
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sunday last was a blast: patrice drove all the way down from holland! and would you know the rain held up and we strolled through town, through sunday streets, through the house here, and through thoughts, cherished and shared, by more than just the two of us.
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demie drank tea with us, and all of you drawing challengers were present too. why, thank you, all!
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needless to say we did go and fillip on! stefanie had me puzzled at first, {and is hosting many more fillips!}.
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i had a
grand ol' time
with the wax
crayons....
... splashed some
post war
'black-out'
about,
and voila!
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corner view ≈ one {soppy} day in my life

2007 ~ once upon a soppy day in my life, i decided to write a story. online. i was in {adult education} library classes, and figured i should bend what i'd been taught into something that would suit me better. i called it travels with my son.

2010 ~ son grew up, despite the dedication, never read a letter in that statement. one day i decided to stop writing. i waited. ten days later, i started off again, now writing in english. i fell into a crew called corner view©spain daily

2013 ~ i switch on the screen in the morning, connect with the world, in a way all of us do, turning corner view days into times of my life.

jane's corner view, francesca's hosting, kristin's theme.

drawing | smell

we enjoy the smell of washing on the line (thank you barbara, for the appropriate image), freshly cut grass or home baked bread, don't we? on the subject of odours, have you heard of petrichor and geosmin? they sound like they could be friends. {as a matter of fact they are.} then have you found yourself madly taken by the smell of the earth after a downpour? it's the bacteria in petrichor {greek petra-stone & ichor-fluid in the vein of gods} and geosmin {γεω- earth and ὀσμή smell} that cause the delectable fragrance of soil after rain. thus, ode to the filamentous bacteria in a macro foolery of actinomycetes. many more smells over at barbara's!

renov # 53 {countdown 4 of 10} - basic delays, the incidence of light and home training

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i read somewhere that when we plan something it usually takes up to three times longer the estimated time to execute the plan. you would think after all these years of executing i have learned this reality to be true and take it in wise account. time and again i discover i am barely halfway further in my settings by the end of the day... and i'm always surprised.
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as long as it just makes me frown, who am i getting my knickers in a twist on that? thus i am now finally onto 'finishing' the studio floor. i've moved the horrendous wardrobe UP that new floor, to be out of the way. besides that, i've stretched, i've bowed, i've laid down, i've stood up, i've rolled, i've rocked, i've taken many plunges, some of which came down hard.
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i'm a little sorry i can't see this space all empty, because it'd give {us} a proper idea on the incidence of light. i'm a sucker for the incidence of light. but this is how it is, and this is as good as it gets. and we're happy. overly happy. {not that we expect finishing tonight}. update : floor done.
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if only these guys would pop in, right.
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the speed they are taking, getting things done...
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drawing | burlesque

cooks dare deconstructing a classic dish, to reinvent the essence. i think nouvelle cuisine may have seen the end to the novelty by that thought. now, one way or another i came up with a similar idea, as i was musing upon this week's challenge. tanïa made me think hard, and while she was out there, galavanting amongst old timer 2CV (was it?), i found myself witness to legs being losely thrown up in the air. that is however as far as my deconstruction for the day goes. but it was fun. more burlesque, bei tanïa.

renov # 34 {studio countdown 3 of 10} - funk it up!

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i've had to overcome trouble-in-the-hen house, reminding myself of crucial lesson number one in renovation: always buy quality materials.

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as i layed down piece after 'sorrowful' piece of laminate floor in my studio, the individual boards chipped no end. just looking at the lamentable pieces made 'em 'crumble'.

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in a proper blue funk i called to my son. his youthful poise bore effect. i got over myself and accepted aversion. i feel better now.
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one third of the studio nakedness done. last weekend found me putting up a wall rack to fill it up with clear containers. i know. i have been repeating myself on the subject. in my mind's ear, i hear removal carton tear away at last. hooray!
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update ~ yes, containers did go up, as did as many bobs and pieces to be out of the way. no. not properly installed, nor emptied out, the boxes. hall ways cleared though, another hooray. we're not there yet, but the trip remains interesting... ☻
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poetry, lately - please hover {over images}

drawing | dance, we can

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i don't exactly know where it came from, but all of a sudden, i found myself at the disco...
flaming nora! today i notice i have drawn a girl with a goatie, and barbie® by mattel? hee hee...!
let's dance! chez patrice

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corner view ≈ bridges and backroads {US bound}

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the bridge that once upon a time unsettled me most is the san francisco cypress freeway viaduct of which parts came down in the late eighties loma prieta earthquake. i traveled the states in the year after and on one of my walks i bumped into it. a local stopped by and together we contemplated our communal train of thoughts. the deserted bridge bore a frightening, if for some reason, serene sight. {this picture of course and by far not exuding serenity}.
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on the same trip i encountered my very first live back alley. somehow backroads always look more sinister in the states than anywhere else, something to do with the collective (television) memory, i figure. as the greyhound bus was pulling up on a baltimore double four lane {adorned by memorable hanging traffic lights}, i couldn't help expecting the flaming red starsky & hutch car to sreetch out off a narrow back road. needless to say that didn't happen. ☻
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jane's corner view, francesca's hosting, jgy's theme of bridges and backroads, whoah!

a thought on a. adams and drawing | tile

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it's a good thing to {blog}scroll back in time now and again and reread what all one promises the reader. as such i promised a come-back to arnold circus {in this dc theme}, and also to photographer ansel adams, whose well known natural photos i stared at in the london nmm, last december. as it happened, a video on adams' beliefs played and i set myself down, looked, and listened. much to my surprise, an inner conflict arose.

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i may have misjudged ansel adams a little as a wonder. this belief fired by my former photography teacher, i always imagined adams meticulously fiddling with his technical camera to get light, image and atmosphere right as he found himself e.g. at the bottom of a mountain. i wasn't wrong there. listening to the man's own view on things in a 1980's video played in situ, meditating on his form of art and his dedication, i think i got my imagining all wrong.

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while i pinned down adams as a man of great skill {which he undoubtedly is}, shooting his photo as he bumped into his perfect setting, i discover he actually configured his image in his mind beforehand, then went looking for it, made the photo and brought it back to the studio, if necessary enhancing to come as close as possible to his original expectation.

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so, in other words: not looking for {beauty in} randomness, but hunting a very specific setting. it's not that adams doesn't say interesting things, we're talking the nineteen-eighties! and here he is predicting the imminent digital printing revolution to a tee already {just look at us, home-engaging ourselves, in the image industry only thirty years onwards}. it's just that i'd figured him a different technician. as he goes on to explain how different prints of one and the same scene differ in quality and intensity because of the {dark room} performance, ...

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... he coyly admits shooting two photos of certain scenes is mandatory, 'for protection'. i can't but admit myself i feel let down, disappointed, somehow unable to shake the deflation from that point on. perhaps i need to study ansel adams again, now with my own eyes, not my former teacher's. perhaps i am no longer the girl i used to be.

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perhaps i should just stick to this week's drawing challenge, hosted by the queen of the castle at the eisenbach~hamburg, {"the longer the title, the nobler its carrier"} ~ who's leading us to many-splendored tiles. ... these tiles in a thrift shop i fell in love with at first sight and i have as good as literally reproduced them. i did slam in an hungarian proverb for fun. watch out for its meaning. ☻

corner view ≈ stunning architecture

i simply can not rain on my own parade, can i? although it needed half a memory and some patience to reach back for some stunningness extraordinaire. here goes. all via sweet station. enjoy, and no! sadly not on my block, no... ☻