This might be considered a weed, a thistle or a thorn, but having wondered through many a meadow as a youth, I always found them fascinating and they shall always remind me of summers of fun many years ago. My congratulations to Artzy1 for a marvelous composition of a purple weed that fills the frame with beautiful color and design.
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Weed
A Wyoming weed!
Uploaded by Artzy1 on 12 Sep 09, 4.34PM PST.
Friday, December 31, 2010
Thursday, December 30, 2010
Homeless in Beijing subway
Yes, it appears that China has a terrible "homeless" problem. What is this world coming too? One might compare this image with photos of the homeless in USA subways and other areas. I think the entire issue boils down to "freedom to sleep where one can find a place" and there are most likely laws against sleeping in subways that are enforced in China.
One can look at this issue in several ways; either a society has regulations about where people can congregate and lay around in public places and spaces, or a society has no restrictions, thus letting whomever wants to camp out in public places, litter, urinate and deficate throughout the area, making the area unhealthy, unsafe and a site that shows there are no provisions made for the homeless.
Part of this can simply be defined by "character." To summarize, Beijing officials do not want "characters" hangin' out in the public subways. I get the picture clearly.
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THANKS TO MILKANEN FOR A GREAT PHOTO
Homeless in Beijing subway
I saw this young buddy in a subway tunnel in Beijing under the Tiananmen square.
Uploaded by milkanen on 28 Oct 07, 11.46AM PST.
One can look at this issue in several ways; either a society has regulations about where people can congregate and lay around in public places and spaces, or a society has no restrictions, thus letting whomever wants to camp out in public places, litter, urinate and deficate throughout the area, making the area unhealthy, unsafe and a site that shows there are no provisions made for the homeless.
Part of this can simply be defined by "character." To summarize, Beijing officials do not want "characters" hangin' out in the public subways. I get the picture clearly.
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THANKS TO MILKANEN FOR A GREAT PHOTO
Homeless in Beijing subway
I saw this young buddy in a subway tunnel in Beijing under the Tiananmen square.
Uploaded by milkanen on 28 Oct 07, 11.46AM PST.
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
Huffstutter's original 1960 photo of Venice West Cafe, Calif
Huffstutter's original 1960 photo of Venice West Cafe, Calif
Originally uploaded by roberthuffstutter
Let me simply say that when I got off the bus and walked down to Venice West more than 50 years ago, it was a different scene. I will never forget the thrill of smelling the variety of different foods drifting out of the small delis and cafes.
I was fascinated by the elderly, bundled up on the benchs, speaking the language of Eastern Europe. I was fascinated by the women and men in their mid-20s who smiled at me as though they had secrets I knew nothing about but would discover if I remained. They were artists, lovers, musicians, poets, writers, employees of the City, unemployed men and women, fry-cooks, donut bakers, street sweepers, alcoholics who had been hiding out since the Korean War, people with clothing that looked like it was from the 40s, youth like myself who had come to Venice to be cool and get drunk and party all night at the St Marks Hotel and then write poetry about being beat and send post cards back to our friends and tell them to come out and get drunk with us, sun and fun lovers, chicks with bodies that slipped out of the covers of the latest Playboy, guys showing off their abs at Muscle Beach, old people who smiled at everyone and called everyone by name.
That was the Venice I arrived in or at fifty years ago--before they tore the cool buildings down, before they poured concrete where bungalows had been, International VIllage with all the cool but closed restauraunts. Oh, the liquor stores, there were lots of liquor stores and they were always running out of muscatel and paper bags. But that is all history now, right?
Right, it is gone now. And nobody had a lot of time back then for painting names on stuff because people were writing poetry and trying to write the great American novel all over again. There were lots of writers who were writers and lots of people who talked about writing. And there was the old Venice West Cafe where there were really poetry readings by candlelight every night that was so cool we could hardly wait to read our own stuff. The old chairs and tables, the espresso machine, that strong, magic smell of espresso that I have never come across again in fifty years.
Yes, that was Venice West. I lived on Paloma Street and I am glad I caught a corner of the beat scene before it was gone forever.
By Robert L. Huffstutter
There are times when my memory fails me when it comes to the name of the hotel mentioned, but I do believe it was the St. Marks Hotel. It was the old hotel in the south end of Venice.
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Huffstutter's original 1960 photo of Venice West Cafe, Calif
Uploaded by roberthuffstutter on 11 Mar 09, 8.02AM PST.
statueatgraveyard
This contemplative and angelic pose speaks volumes for humanity. Is life a gameboard and if it is, who is moving the game pieces and why? No, I am not suggesting a new religion or sect, just more contemplation on the questions that have beseiged and puzzled us since the dawning of civilization. But life is too short anyway, and by the time we think we might have the answer, or acquired the wisdom to answer such abstract questions, life is over. What are we to do then, live for the moment? Shall we then ride the merry-go-round until the caliope ends, knowing it is our time to get off though there are others still whirling about, those who have not heard the music end?
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statueatgraveyard
daanverhoeven.blogspot.com/2010/10/8-that-is-10.html
Uploaded by Daan Verhoeven on 15 Oct 10, 10.04AM PST.
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daanverhoeven.blogspot.com/2010/10/8-that-is-10.html
Uploaded by Daan Verhoeven on 15 Oct 10, 10.04AM PST.
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
P1000675_cr_adj3
TO BE ABLE TO SHOOT PHOTOGRAPHS LIKE THIS WOULD BE MY DREAM COME TRUE--WELL, AT LEAST ONE OF THEM...
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entry to www.walkmag.co.uk autumn photography competition
Uploaded by walk magazine on 14 Oct
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entry to www.walkmag.co.uk autumn photography competition
Uploaded by walk magazine on 14 Oct
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A MOST FANTASTIC WORK OF ART, TAKEN BY THE PHOTOGRAPHERS OF WALK MAGAZINE OUT OF THE THE U.K. Check out the photostream with links below.
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Entry to our autumn photography competition www.walkmag.co.uk
Uploaded by walk magazine on 13 Sep 10,
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Uploaded by walk magazine on 13 Sep 10,
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
Cathedral of Saint Basil, Moscow - Собор Василия Блаженного, Москва
Cathedral of Saint Basil, Moscow - Собор Василия Блаженного, Москва
Originally uploaded by Sir Francis Canker Jones
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Cathedral of Saint Basil, Moscow - Собор Василия Блаженного, Москва
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Uploaded by Sir Francis Canker Jones on 1 Dec 07, 7.42AM PST
Sunday, December 19, 2010
SUMMER IS OVER BUT THE MEMORY REMAINS
THROUGHOUT THE SUMMER, THIS HUMMINGBIRD AND THREE OTHERS CALLED THIS THEIR OWN, MUCH TO MY WIFE'S DELIGHT, AND MINE TOO
Upon viewing this most defining photograph of the sea, I had to ask myself why I could not enjoy such a view forever. This is truly a masterpiece and captures the very sense of the sea as it comes ashore. Congratulations to the photographer, Boyd Miller
Upon viewing this most defining photograph of the sea, I had to ask myself why I could not enjoy such a view forever. This is truly a masterpiece and captures the very sense of the sea as it comes ashore. Congratulations to the photographer, Boyd Miller
Saturday, December 18, 2010
PRESIDENT OBAMA'S VISIT TO TROOP IN AFGHANISTAN
CONGRATULATIONS ARE DUE PRESIDENT OBAMA FOR VISITING THE TROOPS IN AFGHANISTAN RECENTLY
Cngratulations are due the President for his recent visit with American troops stationed in Afghanistan. One might wonder what he is thinking about the leader of North Korea's mention of nuclear power being used in future attacks. Attacks against whom? Certainly, President Obama has considered all of the situations as he has studied the mind of the leader of North Korea.
Personally, I feel confident that our President will handle whatever situation that might arise with as much wisdom as any of the past Presidents might have. That our President, as the Commander-in-Chief, will fly near enemy territories to visit our troops assures me that he has no fear of the enemies of democracy.
Kim Jong's statement shocked the hell out of me. I am wondering if the Secretary of State and the soon-to-duck-out Secretary of Defense felt a slight shiver from the tips of their toes to the tops of their heads.
Not certain about President Obama's response because I have been down-sizing my political propaganda, I am hesitant to make any statement regarding anything he might have said about the North Korean leader's threat of a terminal nature. However, the President's recent trip to Afghanistan proved he is no coward when it comes to flying into enemy territory.
I believe President Obama's visit to the troops raised his popularity to new heights. His visit raised my respect for him considerably. I am beginning to sense a real and genuine anger in his persona for all of America's enemies. They are costing innocent lives of civilians; they are killing Americans who are on missions of maintaining a lasting peace for the citizens of these nations like Afghanistan and Iraq.
No, I do not believe the Presidential flight to Afghanistan was one of a political nature--it was a flight that sent a message to the world that our President, our Commander-in-Chief, is not fearful of the enemy and will go to the front to command and lead. My congratulations to President Obama.
I would highly recommend that Kim, the leader of a nation where children disappear whenever they wander close to a butcher shop, get a copy of the Jane's Fighting Ships and Aircraft books and study them. He might also realize that his fan club is hardly big enough to fill up any Kozy Inn and that his absence from the world stage would not cause a shortage of crying towels anywhere on earth, especially in any area where his nuclear bad breath might infect.
The leader of North Korea needs to understand that, as I understand our defense policy, fingers are only inches away from red buttons that, if and when they are pushed, would reduce the threat of North Korea starting a nuclear war to zero in a "New York minute."
There would be no more nuclear menace north of the 38th parallel, thus proving that General Douglas MacArthur's ideas about unification of the entire country would have been advice that should have been heeded
Robert L. Huffstutter
Cngratulations are due the President for his recent visit with American troops stationed in Afghanistan. One might wonder what he is thinking about the leader of North Korea's mention of nuclear power being used in future attacks. Attacks against whom? Certainly, President Obama has considered all of the situations as he has studied the mind of the leader of North Korea.
Personally, I feel confident that our President will handle whatever situation that might arise with as much wisdom as any of the past Presidents might have. That our President, as the Commander-in-Chief, will fly near enemy territories to visit our troops assures me that he has no fear of the enemies of democracy.
Kim Jong's statement shocked the hell out of me. I am wondering if the Secretary of State and the soon-to-duck-out Secretary of Defense felt a slight shiver from the tips of their toes to the tops of their heads.
Not certain about President Obama's response because I have been down-sizing my political propaganda, I am hesitant to make any statement regarding anything he might have said about the North Korean leader's threat of a terminal nature. However, the President's recent trip to Afghanistan proved he is no coward when it comes to flying into enemy territory.
I believe President Obama's visit to the troops raised his popularity to new heights. His visit raised my respect for him considerably. I am beginning to sense a real and genuine anger in his persona for all of America's enemies. They are costing innocent lives of civilians; they are killing Americans who are on missions of maintaining a lasting peace for the citizens of these nations like Afghanistan and Iraq.
No, I do not believe the Presidential flight to Afghanistan was one of a political nature--it was a flight that sent a message to the world that our President, our Commander-in-Chief, is not fearful of the enemy and will go to the front to command and lead. My congratulations to President Obama.
I would highly recommend that Kim, the leader of a nation where children disappear whenever they wander close to a butcher shop, get a copy of the Jane's Fighting Ships and Aircraft books and study them. He might also realize that his fan club is hardly big enough to fill up any Kozy Inn and that his absence from the world stage would not cause a shortage of crying towels anywhere on earth, especially in any area where his nuclear bad breath might infect.
The leader of North Korea needs to understand that, as I understand our defense policy, fingers are only inches away from red buttons that, if and when they are pushed, would reduce the threat of North Korea starting a nuclear war to zero in a "New York minute."
There would be no more nuclear menace north of the 38th parallel, thus proving that General Douglas MacArthur's ideas about unification of the entire country would have been advice that should have been heeded
Robert L. Huffstutter
Thursday, December 16, 2010
Card Samples...
Cool. You could have an entire section of a card shop appointed with such works to inspire sales of the featured card. Watch the sales soar on the featured work. Anytime you take the time to promote an item in such a way as you have displayed by posting this sophisticated work, you will profit immensely. Of course, location is important, but it does not really matter about the economics of an area, when it comes to spending on relatives (close relatives) money is no object. At least to a point.
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Card Samples...
Uploaded by Amg-Arts on 10 Nov 10, 5.22AM PST.
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Card Samples...
Uploaded by Amg-Arts on 10 Nov 10, 5.22AM PST.
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
MY STUDIO WITH DOGS, A PHOTO BY R.L.HUFFSTUTTER
A SHORT ESSAY ABOUT MY DOGS AND THE OLD CABIN IN THE WOODS
When I feel like it is time to get out of my home for awhile, I either head west to California or some other area, especially where the weather is warmer. However, at this point in time, I have some new responsibilities and cannot go too far, so I head for my cabin in the woods. It belongs to a good friend, but in some respects, it is mine because he told me he will leave it to me in his will.
There are many times when I take my dogs. We are there within twenty minutes. I do my large oils here, sometimes outdoors when the weather is right. The light is always right outdoors, cloudy or bright. Just painting out of doors mean much. My dogs love the smell of linseed oil, so I have to keep them in a nearby pen while I am painting oils, inside or out.
There's a fireplace in the old, secluded cabin and it knows fine fires. The dogs enjoy laying by the hearth and watching my every move. Why do dogs do that? Sometimes, though, I watch them; one is always awake, though he pretends to be sleeping. We watch the fire togeher and enjoy the same warmth. I think they enjoy the sight of the flames too.
Many thoughts run through my mind as I watch my dogs. I wonder if someday we will talk on a level plane where they will tell me what they liked about me and remind me about the days when I hardly paid them any mind at all. I hope those days are few. I enjoy watching my dogs wagging their tales as the fire settles down and I finally retire, sometimes right on the floor with them.
I love my dogs and I think they love me.
By Robert L. Huffstutter
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Tags for this photograph by R.L. Huffstutter:
FREE-ART PUBLIC-DOMAIN OLD-DOGS OLD-MEN CANTANKEROUS GRIPPERS WHINERS PHOTOSTREAM TICKED WHO-CARES? CABIN-IN-THE-WOODS LINSEED-OIL DOGS-BY-HEARTH MY-DOGS STUDIO-IN-WOODS WILLS AUTUMN-MASTERPIECE BEST-PHOTOS SERENITY SLEEPING-WITH-DOGS
Uploaded by roberthuffstutter on 10 Dec 10, 6.22PM PST
When I feel like it is time to get out of my home for awhile, I either head west to California or some other area, especially where the weather is warmer. However, at this point in time, I have some new responsibilities and cannot go too far, so I head for my cabin in the woods. It belongs to a good friend, but in some respects, it is mine because he told me he will leave it to me in his will.
There are many times when I take my dogs. We are there within twenty minutes. I do my large oils here, sometimes outdoors when the weather is right. The light is always right outdoors, cloudy or bright. Just painting out of doors mean much. My dogs love the smell of linseed oil, so I have to keep them in a nearby pen while I am painting oils, inside or out.
There's a fireplace in the old, secluded cabin and it knows fine fires. The dogs enjoy laying by the hearth and watching my every move. Why do dogs do that? Sometimes, though, I watch them; one is always awake, though he pretends to be sleeping. We watch the fire togeher and enjoy the same warmth. I think they enjoy the sight of the flames too.
Many thoughts run through my mind as I watch my dogs. I wonder if someday we will talk on a level plane where they will tell me what they liked about me and remind me about the days when I hardly paid them any mind at all. I hope those days are few. I enjoy watching my dogs wagging their tales as the fire settles down and I finally retire, sometimes right on the floor with them.
I love my dogs and I think they love me.
By Robert L. Huffstutter
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Tags for this photograph by R.L. Huffstutter:
FREE-ART PUBLIC-DOMAIN OLD-DOGS OLD-MEN CANTANKEROUS GRIPPERS WHINERS PHOTOSTREAM TICKED WHO-CARES? CABIN-IN-THE-WOODS LINSEED-OIL DOGS-BY-HEARTH MY-DOGS STUDIO-IN-WOODS WILLS AUTUMN-MASTERPIECE BEST-PHOTOS SERENITY SLEEPING-WITH-DOGS
Uploaded by roberthuffstutter on 10 Dec 10, 6.22PM PST
Thursday, December 9, 2010
4th Ave. Army Navy
IF THIS DOES NOT BRING BACK SOME MEMORIES IN THOSE OF US BORN IN THE 30S AND 40S, WHAT WILL? WHAT A GREAT FIND. THANKS TO JIM SAW THAT...
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4th Ave. Army Navy
With the military being the largest employer in Alaska there is no storage of army-Navy surplus. Note the thermometer.
Uploaded by jimsawthat on 19 Oct 10, 9.35AM PST.
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4th Ave. Army Navy
With the military being the largest employer in Alaska there is no storage of army-Navy surplus. Note the thermometer.
Uploaded by jimsawthat on 19 Oct 10, 9.35AM PST.
Junk car #1
There should be a law to protect these endangered species. This is a crying shame. Perhaps, hopefully, someone rescued and restored this classic.
When I look at photos of autos like this I can almost hear them singing "God Bless America."
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Junk car #1
Car in a back-country junkyard near Trumansburg, New York
Uploaded by trbpix on 21 Jul 06, 1.30PM PST.
When I look at photos of autos like this I can almost hear them singing "God Bless America."
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Junk car #1
Car in a back-country junkyard near Trumansburg, New York
Uploaded by trbpix on 21 Jul 06, 1.30PM PST.
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
Monday, December 6, 2010
Desert house
Let me tell you the story behind this one. I noticed you took it back in March of 2008. To be quite honest, I am surprised it was still standing. But if you took the photo, you should know.
There's a long story that goes along with this old home. Before I give away too many details, I need to know if you happened to see anyone with metal detectors in the area. Did you see any fresh holes where people had been digging.
If you saw signs of digging, etc, they were probably digging a drain for the water that floods the road in heavy rains.
If you still have the details on this location, I might suggest that you go there ASAP with your metal detectors. According to the old legend, there was a shipment of gold that was headed for the mint. The old stage road that is now the closest State highway, was once called the Federal Road because it led directly to the mint.
Anyway, the old James gang, not the one in Missouri, but the cousin of the notorious Frank James, rented a general store not too far from here and knew the schedule of the loads, etc. Anyway, as the story goes, he had made arrangements with the State militia who were supposed to be escorting the load (four wagons full of gold nuggets and ore).
Do you still have your map?
Desert house
I've always wondered what the stories behind these abandoned houses are
Uploaded by franvisions on 10 Jul 08, 10.47AM PST.
If you will kindly send me the map, I will go check on this and let you know if what I suspect might be true. There is no need for you all to go on what would most likely be a wild goose chase.
Just draw me a map ASAP on a sheet of paper and send it FLICKER E MAIL. Yes, I am interested in this and I just might be able to fill you in on the stories--IF YOU SEND ME THE MAP A-S-A-P
Rest assured, that I will contact you if I find anything of interest or any of the gold that could have been buried in or around the area.
There's a long story that goes along with this old home. Before I give away too many details, I need to know if you happened to see anyone with metal detectors in the area. Did you see any fresh holes where people had been digging.
If you saw signs of digging, etc, they were probably digging a drain for the water that floods the road in heavy rains.
If you still have the details on this location, I might suggest that you go there ASAP with your metal detectors. According to the old legend, there was a shipment of gold that was headed for the mint. The old stage road that is now the closest State highway, was once called the Federal Road because it led directly to the mint.
Anyway, the old James gang, not the one in Missouri, but the cousin of the notorious Frank James, rented a general store not too far from here and knew the schedule of the loads, etc. Anyway, as the story goes, he had made arrangements with the State militia who were supposed to be escorting the load (four wagons full of gold nuggets and ore).
Do you still have your map?
Desert house
I've always wondered what the stories behind these abandoned houses are
Uploaded by franvisions on 10 Jul 08, 10.47AM PST.
If you will kindly send me the map, I will go check on this and let you know if what I suspect might be true. There is no need for you all to go on what would most likely be a wild goose chase.
Just draw me a map ASAP on a sheet of paper and send it FLICKER E MAIL. Yes, I am interested in this and I just might be able to fill you in on the stories--IF YOU SEND ME THE MAP A-S-A-P
Rest assured, that I will contact you if I find anything of interest or any of the gold that could have been buried in or around the area.
Saturday, December 4, 2010
THE ART ...
THE ART ...
... of Robert Huffstutter
I have been intrigued with Robert's art for some time. I think he works mostly in colored pencil, but I could be wrong. It doesn't matter, what he basically works in is color on paper and his brain is too busy feeling the need to implant images and information on the paper, he is totally unconcerned with style and technique.
Robert is a pure natural painter. He's not a primitive as we defined that school of art from a long time ago. I would call Robert a naturalist, because he stays natural to not only his subject matter, but to himself. His is the kind of art that not only tells the message he is sending, but is magically therapeutic for him as well.
I know vocabulary is changed with time. My father would have studied about dementia praecox (sp), while I was told this title was obsolete and people could be paranoid or perhaps manic-depressive, but that dementia praecox no longer had meaning. Nowever Senile dementia is still a good descriptor.
Again, watch out for me, because I got my basic education over sixty years ago. Artistically children were grouped into two categories, visual and haptic. Visual people generally attempt to draw things as they visualize them, while haptic children tend to draw things as they FEEL them.
Robert is not totally haptic, because his layouts are all just the way you would see the subject matter, but on the other hand Robert strongly draws what he feels as well.
Here's an example of what a visual-haptic person can do. I watched this happen over the years with adults, trained and untrained, who were thus gifted.
Teaching adults for me was almost entirely for the night hours, so going out to sketch was impossible. I furnished a target image with a slide and projector. Most of the pictures I took of subject matter introduced was from either a kneeling or standing position and looking straight on at the subject. That usually placed the horizon line low or midway in the center of interest.
The haptic person, might be expected to do anything under the sun, whereas the visual person would usually do the expected layout and the teacher needed only to show them how to set up and correct the perspective and how to measure distances and comparisons and with a lot of practice a student could soon be drawing very realistic things.
Now, comes along a visual/haptic person and they do a very visual house the only thing is they draw the house they are looking straight into as if they were on the second floor of a house across the street and hence are not looking AT the house but DOWN ONTO the house. And, of course I stood there appalled. I mulled over the phenomenon over many years and never ever tried to tell the person not to do that.
What they were doing was a perspective project, so complicated, had I required a first semester drawing class to do it would have caused them to walk out on me. That kind of ability is one of the main things about a visual/haptic person.
I learned that as you begin to draw, you start work on the right side of your mind, very methodically doing everything very meticulously and thought-out. Then somewhere along the line, you began to paint automatically and become consciously unaware of the forces working within your mind. Here is where the miracles come from. Sometimes a sentenced ending in a preposition imparts great wisdom. Koff koff,
That stage is where the haptic person is all the time. They are working on the opposite side of their brains. Everything is emotional and everything is just as they want it to be. They have already arrived at style and technique. They are already purely original, as purely as an artist can be.
Visual/haptics, or what I call naturalists (a bad title because it sounds like they're collecting butterflies or bugs). Haptics and visual/haptics both resist training and the reason is they are doing what they came to do. They are not trying to develop a style, a technique or any of the words we use to describe painting and painters. They have arrived and just want to be free to work. They begin every picture on the opposite side of their brain and end it the same way. Actually, I think the visual/haptic has no dividing line and simply lives in a perfect blend of the two conditions or perhaps, they automatically flip back and forth from one brain hemisphere to the other.
I've told this badly, but I hope I've given you a new understanding into the kinds of artists we have amongst us.
Vaya con Dios, Roberto....
... as I meander through Robert's photostream, I always have the urge to CHANGE something, not improve and not correct, simply change it, so that now you have TWO to look at from time to time. Robert welcomes this kind of collaboration. I looked at his view (image on the left) of an LA street from a hotel lobby and thought about it with a GLOW all around the edges (image in the middle), then I wondered what if the glow "whispered" instead of spoke out loud (image on the right).
Here's a link to Robert/s photostream ...
www.flickr.com/photos/29528454@N04/
... of Robert Huffstutter
I have been intrigued with Robert's art for some time. I think he works mostly in colored pencil, but I could be wrong. It doesn't matter, what he basically works in is color on paper and his brain is too busy feeling the need to implant images and information on the paper, he is totally unconcerned with style and technique.
Robert is a pure natural painter. He's not a primitive as we defined that school of art from a long time ago. I would call Robert a naturalist, because he stays natural to not only his subject matter, but to himself. His is the kind of art that not only tells the message he is sending, but is magically therapeutic for him as well.
I know vocabulary is changed with time. My father would have studied about dementia praecox (sp), while I was told this title was obsolete and people could be paranoid or perhaps manic-depressive, but that dementia praecox no longer had meaning. Nowever Senile dementia is still a good descriptor.
Again, watch out for me, because I got my basic education over sixty years ago. Artistically children were grouped into two categories, visual and haptic. Visual people generally attempt to draw things as they visualize them, while haptic children tend to draw things as they FEEL them.
Robert is not totally haptic, because his layouts are all just the way you would see the subject matter, but on the other hand Robert strongly draws what he feels as well.
Here's an example of what a visual-haptic person can do. I watched this happen over the years with adults, trained and untrained, who were thus gifted.
Teaching adults for me was almost entirely for the night hours, so going out to sketch was impossible. I furnished a target image with a slide and projector. Most of the pictures I took of subject matter introduced was from either a kneeling or standing position and looking straight on at the subject. That usually placed the horizon line low or midway in the center of interest.
The haptic person, might be expected to do anything under the sun, whereas the visual person would usually do the expected layout and the teacher needed only to show them how to set up and correct the perspective and how to measure distances and comparisons and with a lot of practice a student could soon be drawing very realistic things.
Now, comes along a visual/haptic person and they do a very visual house the only thing is they draw the house they are looking straight into as if they were on the second floor of a house across the street and hence are not looking AT the house but DOWN ONTO the house. And, of course I stood there appalled. I mulled over the phenomenon over many years and never ever tried to tell the person not to do that.
What they were doing was a perspective project, so complicated, had I required a first semester drawing class to do it would have caused them to walk out on me. That kind of ability is one of the main things about a visual/haptic person.
I learned that as you begin to draw, you start work on the right side of your mind, very methodically doing everything very meticulously and thought-out. Then somewhere along the line, you began to paint automatically and become consciously unaware of the forces working within your mind. Here is where the miracles come from. Sometimes a sentenced ending in a preposition imparts great wisdom. Koff koff,
That stage is where the haptic person is all the time. They are working on the opposite side of their brains. Everything is emotional and everything is just as they want it to be. They have already arrived at style and technique. They are already purely original, as purely as an artist can be.
Visual/haptics, or what I call naturalists (a bad title because it sounds like they're collecting butterflies or bugs). Haptics and visual/haptics both resist training and the reason is they are doing what they came to do. They are not trying to develop a style, a technique or any of the words we use to describe painting and painters. They have arrived and just want to be free to work. They begin every picture on the opposite side of their brain and end it the same way. Actually, I think the visual/haptic has no dividing line and simply lives in a perfect blend of the two conditions or perhaps, they automatically flip back and forth from one brain hemisphere to the other.
I've told this badly, but I hope I've given you a new understanding into the kinds of artists we have amongst us.
Vaya con Dios, Roberto....
... as I meander through Robert's photostream, I always have the urge to CHANGE something, not improve and not correct, simply change it, so that now you have TWO to look at from time to time. Robert welcomes this kind of collaboration. I looked at his view (image on the left) of an LA street from a hotel lobby and thought about it with a GLOW all around the edges (image in the middle), then I wondered what if the glow "whispered" instead of spoke out loud (image on the right).
Here's a link to Robert/s photostream ...
www.flickr.com/photos/29528454@N04/
Friday, December 3, 2010
VIEW OF GREAT SW FROM TRAIN HEADED WEST
IMPROMTEAU POEM ABOUT A TRAIN HEADING WEST:
This a view I never tire of seeing. Time and again, I have passed through this Divine land on my way to the golden shores, leaving the season behind, heading west toward the always golden shores where flowers never froze, where the young women all had perfect tans to show, west where there was always markets open all night long, where on a quiet night one could smell the orange blossoms drifting in from the orange groves of San Bernadino, headed west where downtown Los Angeles meant meeting new and different people, finding another cool place to rent for a month or two, or maybe find a place to stay free, someplace near the beach, yes where one could wake and see a gull scratching about for crumbs dropped from a late dinner.
Yes, a view headed through the desert toward hope, but that was then, fifty years ago.
Do young people still ride the trains and enjoy the anticipation of the life ahead, the life that at the moment seems never-ending. When one is eighteen, the end of life is only a story in a book, a scene from a war movie, an episode on TV where madmen went on a rampage. The train, seen from the heights of who moves these trains must know that time will someday change the thoughts swirling about in these youthful minds. Maybe, someday, the elements will defeat the end and life will go on without a wrinkle or a tear.
By Robert L. Huffstutter
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VIEW OF GREAT SW FROM TRAIN HEADED WEST
TAGS FOR THIS PHOTO: FREE-ART PUBLIC-DOMAIN POETRY-BY-R.L.HUFFSTUTTER HUFFSTUTTER CALIFORNIA-TRAIN-HEADING-WEST 50-YEARS-AGO SW-DESERT PHOTO-BY-RLH TRAIN-WINDOW WEST-COAST LIFE-ETERNAL GAME-BOARD GAME-OF-LIFE LOVING-LIFE PACIFIC-SHORES PERFECT-TAN MEETING-PEOPLE NIGHTS-BY-THE-BEACH LATE-NIGHT-DINNERS BEACHFRONT-FUN CALIFORNIA-DREAMING HOTEL-CALIFORNIA-RESERVATIONS CALIFORNIA-WINE-AND-TIME YOUTHFUL-FANCY ALWAYS-SMILING LIFE-IS-FUN LET'S-DO-IT-ONCE-MORE SECOND-TIME-AROUND
Uploaded by roberthuffstutter on 3 Dec 10, 10.16AM PST.
Compose your blog entry
Title:
Your Post: IMPROMTEAU POEM ABOUT A TRAIN HEADING WEST:
This a view I never tire of seeing. Time and again, I have passed through this Divine land on my way to the golden shores, leaving the season behind, heading west toward the always golden shores where flowers never froze, where the young women all had perfect tans to show, west where there was always markets open all night long, where on a quiet night one could smell the orange blossoms drifting in from the orange groves of San Bernadino, headed west where downtown Los Angeles meant meeting new and different people, finding another cool place to rent for a month or two, or maybe find a place to stay free, someplace near the beach, yes where one could wake and see a gull scratching about for crumbs dropped from a late dinner.
Yes, a view headed through the desert toward hope, but that was then, fifty years ago.
Do young people still ride the trains and enjoy the anticipation of the life ahead, the life that at the moment seems never-ending. When one is eighteen, the end of life is only a story in a book, a scene from a war movie, an episode on TV where madmen went on a rampage. The train, seen from the heights of who moves these trains must know that time will someday change the thoughts swirling about in these youthful minds. Maybe, someday, the elements will defeat the end and life will go on without a wrinkle or a tear.
By Robert L. Huffstutter
Or, choose a different weblog.
This a view I never tire of seeing. Time and again, I have passed through this Divine land on my way to the golden shores, leaving the season behind, heading west toward the always golden shores where flowers never froze, where the young women all had perfect tans to show, west where there was always markets open all night long, where on a quiet night one could smell the orange blossoms drifting in from the orange groves of San Bernadino, headed west where downtown Los Angeles meant meeting new and different people, finding another cool place to rent for a month or two, or maybe find a place to stay free, someplace near the beach, yes where one could wake and see a gull scratching about for crumbs dropped from a late dinner.
Yes, a view headed through the desert toward hope, but that was then, fifty years ago.
Do young people still ride the trains and enjoy the anticipation of the life ahead, the life that at the moment seems never-ending. When one is eighteen, the end of life is only a story in a book, a scene from a war movie, an episode on TV where madmen went on a rampage. The train, seen from the heights of who moves these trains must know that time will someday change the thoughts swirling about in these youthful minds. Maybe, someday, the elements will defeat the end and life will go on without a wrinkle or a tear.
By Robert L. Huffstutter
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VIEW OF GREAT SW FROM TRAIN HEADED WEST
TAGS FOR THIS PHOTO: FREE-ART PUBLIC-DOMAIN POETRY-BY-R.L.HUFFSTUTTER HUFFSTUTTER CALIFORNIA-TRAIN-HEADING-WEST 50-YEARS-AGO SW-DESERT PHOTO-BY-RLH TRAIN-WINDOW WEST-COAST LIFE-ETERNAL GAME-BOARD GAME-OF-LIFE LOVING-LIFE PACIFIC-SHORES PERFECT-TAN MEETING-PEOPLE NIGHTS-BY-THE-BEACH LATE-NIGHT-DINNERS BEACHFRONT-FUN CALIFORNIA-DREAMING HOTEL-CALIFORNIA-RESERVATIONS CALIFORNIA-WINE-AND-TIME YOUTHFUL-FANCY ALWAYS-SMILING LIFE-IS-FUN LET'S-DO-IT-ONCE-MORE SECOND-TIME-AROUND
Uploaded by roberthuffstutter on 3 Dec 10, 10.16AM PST.
Compose your blog entry
Title:
Your Post: IMPROMTEAU POEM ABOUT A TRAIN HEADING WEST:
This a view I never tire of seeing. Time and again, I have passed through this Divine land on my way to the golden shores, leaving the season behind, heading west toward the always golden shores where flowers never froze, where the young women all had perfect tans to show, west where there was always markets open all night long, where on a quiet night one could smell the orange blossoms drifting in from the orange groves of San Bernadino, headed west where downtown Los Angeles meant meeting new and different people, finding another cool place to rent for a month or two, or maybe find a place to stay free, someplace near the beach, yes where one could wake and see a gull scratching about for crumbs dropped from a late dinner.
Yes, a view headed through the desert toward hope, but that was then, fifty years ago.
Do young people still ride the trains and enjoy the anticipation of the life ahead, the life that at the moment seems never-ending. When one is eighteen, the end of life is only a story in a book, a scene from a war movie, an episode on TV where madmen went on a rampage. The train, seen from the heights of who moves these trains must know that time will someday change the thoughts swirling about in these youthful minds. Maybe, someday, the elements will defeat the end and life will go on without a wrinkle or a tear.
By Robert L. Huffstutter
Or, choose a different weblog.
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
[335-365] Keeping me awake, It's been like this now for days
T![[335-365] Keeping me awake, It's been like this now for days](http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5243/5223529525_da1038b01d.jpg)
HE VISUAL IMAGES IN HER POEM WILL KEEP ONE AWAKE
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[335-365] Keeping me awake, It's been like this now for days
You me at Six - Always attract
if it hurts this much,
then it much be love,
and its a lottery,
i can't wait to draw your name.
oh i'm trying to get to you,
but time isn't on my side,
the truths the worst i could do,
and i guess that i have lied.
keeping me awake,
it's been like this now for days,
my heart is out at sea,
my head all over the place,
i'm loosing sence of time,
and everything tastes the same,
i'll be home in a day,
i fear thats a month to late.
that night i slept,
on your side of the bed so,
it was ready when you got home,
we're like noughts and crosses in that
opposites always attract.
you've taken me to the top,
and let me fall back south
you've had me at the top of the pile,
and then had me kissing the ground
we've heard and seen it all,
no ones talked us out,
the problems that have come
haven't yet torn us down.
Am I keeping you awake, if i am then just say,
you can make your own decisions; you can make your own mistakes,
i'll live and let die all the promises you made,
but if you lie another time, it'll be a lie thats to late.
You always have your way,
for now it to soon for you to say,
we will be always always.
Muchísimas gracias a Leja ! por su cariñoso testimonio! :)
[ . 335 - 365 . ]
Uploaded by Beatriz AG on 1 Dec 10, 8.27AM PST.
HE VISUAL IMAGES IN HER POEM WILL KEEP ONE AWAKE_________________________________________________
[335-365] Keeping me awake, It's been like this now for days
You me at Six - Always attract
if it hurts this much,
then it much be love,
and its a lottery,
i can't wait to draw your name.
oh i'm trying to get to you,
but time isn't on my side,
the truths the worst i could do,
and i guess that i have lied.
keeping me awake,
it's been like this now for days,
my heart is out at sea,
my head all over the place,
i'm loosing sence of time,
and everything tastes the same,
i'll be home in a day,
i fear thats a month to late.
that night i slept,
on your side of the bed so,
it was ready when you got home,
we're like noughts and crosses in that
opposites always attract.
you've taken me to the top,
and let me fall back south
you've had me at the top of the pile,
and then had me kissing the ground
we've heard and seen it all,
no ones talked us out,
the problems that have come
haven't yet torn us down.
Am I keeping you awake, if i am then just say,
you can make your own decisions; you can make your own mistakes,
i'll live and let die all the promises you made,
but if you lie another time, it'll be a lie thats to late.
You always have your way,
for now it to soon for you to say,
we will be always always.
Muchísimas gracias a Leja ! por su cariñoso testimonio! :)
[ . 335 - 365 . ]
Uploaded by Beatriz AG on 1 Dec 10, 8.27AM PST.
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
[13-365] Still Midweek
SHE SHOOTS HER OWN PORTRAITS AND SOME REALLY COOL OTHER TYPE OF SHOTS LIKE LANDSCAPES, FASHION SHOTS AND OTHERS.
![[13-365] Still Midweek](http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2800/4271606193_221ce4a264.jpg)
[13-365] Still Midweek
I just shot a great portfolio of this young lady using photo she has shot. Let me rephrase that: I just created a gallery featuring BeatrizAG and I am quite proud of her work and mine in curating this gallery. Follow this photo link to her photostream. And do stop by her gallery:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/huffstutterrobertl/galleries/72157625353010151
http://www.flickr.com/photos/huffstutterrobertl/galleries/72157625353010151
Monday, November 29, 2010
manhattan pier
ONE OF MY FAVORITE ARTISTS, A TRUE IMPRESSIONIST IN MY OPINION AND ONE THAT WILL ACHIEVE GREAT FAME IN THE HISTORY OF ART
I watch your work and enjoy your various subjects. Please let me know when you have your next exhibition. I would like to attend.
This painting has inspired another gallery, IMPRESSIONISM DEFINED IN WATERCOLOR with the following text:
This is one of my favorite works of art by one of my favorite artists. Having studied impressionism for many of my nearly 70 years, I have seen many paintings. This is one of the best I have seen; this is one that has the style I like, the style I would pick if I had a choice of choosing a personal style. But style is individual and belongs exclusively to the artist who painted the work. This is the difference between art and favorite art.
A SHORT ESSAY ABOUT MANHATTAN PIER
Some might ask why I mention how a work affects me personally when I comment on gallery items and that is a valid question and one that deserves a valid answer.
Manhattan Pier exists both on the surface of SKYCHANG's watercolor surface and bespeaks the work of a master watercolorist; it speaks volumes about the art of watercolor to those who love and appreciate this medium.
As one who truly loves watercolors and Manhattan Beach, it is extra special to me. Thus, my mention that my 17th summer was spent in the shadows and in the warm Pacific sunlight around and about this pier, this legendary landmark, warms my heart, restores my youthful dreams and expectations and it is very special to me personally.
It is, however, a terrific watercolor. So, in a nutshell, a mini-essay about SKSCHANG's works and my youthful summer many, many years ago.
Thanks for letting me exhibit your work.
Robert L. Huffstutter
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manhattan pier
manhatten beach, ca
w/c sketchbook
Uploaded by skschang on 31 Dec 06, 8.16PM PST
I watch your work and enjoy your various subjects. Please let me know when you have your next exhibition. I would like to attend.
This painting has inspired another gallery, IMPRESSIONISM DEFINED IN WATERCOLOR with the following text:
This is one of my favorite works of art by one of my favorite artists. Having studied impressionism for many of my nearly 70 years, I have seen many paintings. This is one of the best I have seen; this is one that has the style I like, the style I would pick if I had a choice of choosing a personal style. But style is individual and belongs exclusively to the artist who painted the work. This is the difference between art and favorite art.
A SHORT ESSAY ABOUT MANHATTAN PIER
Some might ask why I mention how a work affects me personally when I comment on gallery items and that is a valid question and one that deserves a valid answer.
Manhattan Pier exists both on the surface of SKYCHANG's watercolor surface and bespeaks the work of a master watercolorist; it speaks volumes about the art of watercolor to those who love and appreciate this medium.
As one who truly loves watercolors and Manhattan Beach, it is extra special to me. Thus, my mention that my 17th summer was spent in the shadows and in the warm Pacific sunlight around and about this pier, this legendary landmark, warms my heart, restores my youthful dreams and expectations and it is very special to me personally.
It is, however, a terrific watercolor. So, in a nutshell, a mini-essay about SKSCHANG's works and my youthful summer many, many years ago.
Thanks for letting me exhibit your work.
Robert L. Huffstutter
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manhattan pier
manhatten beach, ca
w/c sketchbook
Uploaded by skschang on 31 Dec 06, 8.16PM PST
Saturday, November 27, 2010
Red Barn
I knew that once I walked into one of these places, I had better have a hotel room nearby because chances are, when my time inside the lounge ended, I would need to sleep until way past noon. Life as an alcoholic had its advantages--one usually got plenty of sleep, but in retrospect, what a waste of time it was now that I have common sense I didn't have back then.
NICK LEONARD might have one of the best collections of old Las Vegas anywhere in the world. While browsing, I just happened to come across this red and very distinctive cocktail glass with a cherry, a sign that once beckoned me to enter and let the fun begin. But I ramble on, the best way to judge this marvelous collection by Nick Leonard is to take a look at his photostream, especially the VINTAGE LAS VEGAS group.
I have added this glowing masterpiece to several groups where I believe it will get its just due in praise and awards. I love it, and I rarely use the word "love" to describe anything but my first love of my life, which was either alcohol or a woman I left behind. Time will tell, but its too late now for regret. I shall just go on in to the cocktail lounge and continue writing the great American novel about love, war, fast cars and the 60s.
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Red Barn
www.nickleonardphoto.com
Uploaded by Nick Leonard on 22 May 10, 4.25PM PST.
NICK LEONARD might have one of the best collections of old Las Vegas anywhere in the world. While browsing, I just happened to come across this red and very distinctive cocktail glass with a cherry, a sign that once beckoned me to enter and let the fun begin. But I ramble on, the best way to judge this marvelous collection by Nick Leonard is to take a look at his photostream, especially the VINTAGE LAS VEGAS group.
I have added this glowing masterpiece to several groups where I believe it will get its just due in praise and awards. I love it, and I rarely use the word "love" to describe anything but my first love of my life, which was either alcohol or a woman I left behind. Time will tell, but its too late now for regret. I shall just go on in to the cocktail lounge and continue writing the great American novel about love, war, fast cars and the 60s.
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Red Barn
www.nickleonardphoto.com
Uploaded by Nick Leonard on 22 May 10, 4.25PM PST.
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
TERRAPLANE COUPE BLUE
BUY THE RIGHTS TO TERRAPLANE AND START MAKING BIG BUCKS
by R.L. Huffstutter
If someone wanted to make a ton of money, they would start manufacturing these beauties again. When I have mentioned this idea to some of my friends, they have chuckled and stated that "...all of the molds and casts were destroyed, so it would not be possible."
This is a fallacy, though the casting have been long gone, new ones could be made within days and this car could be ready to roll off the line in less than two months. Price? Let's say a million dollars, but there are a lot of individuals who would be willing to buy brand new Terraplanes for a million dollars.
Is this something the government might investigate as a way to reduce the deficit. Who is in charge of the Ways and Means
Committee?
TERRAPLANE COUPE BLUE
WIKIPEDIA INFO AND PHOTO
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Terraplane
Uploaded by roberthuffstutter on 23 Nov 10, 5.09PM PST.
by R.L. Huffstutter
If someone wanted to make a ton of money, they would start manufacturing these beauties again. When I have mentioned this idea to some of my friends, they have chuckled and stated that "...all of the molds and casts were destroyed, so it would not be possible."
This is a fallacy, though the casting have been long gone, new ones could be made within days and this car could be ready to roll off the line in less than two months. Price? Let's say a million dollars, but there are a lot of individuals who would be willing to buy brand new Terraplanes for a million dollars.
Is this something the government might investigate as a way to reduce the deficit. Who is in charge of the Ways and Means
Committee?
TERRAPLANE COUPE BLUE
WIKIPEDIA INFO AND PHOTO
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Terraplane
Uploaded by roberthuffstutter on 23 Nov 10, 5.09PM PST.
New York City USA - Washington Square Arch 01
THANKS TO DANIEL MENNERICH for permission to include his photograph in my personal online blog. Text below furnished by photographer:
New York City USA - Washington Square Arch 01
In 1889, to celebrate the centennial of George Washington's inauguration as president of the United States, a large plaster and wood Memorial Arch was erected over Fifth Avenue just north of the park. The temporary plaster and wood arch was so popular that in 1892 a permanent marble arch, designed by the New York architect Stanford White, was erected, standing 23 m was built just inside the park. During the excavations for the eastern leg of the arch, human remains, a coffin and a gravestone dated 1803 were uncovered 10 feet (3 m) below ground level.The inscription on the arch reads:
Let us raise a standard to which the wise and the honest can repair. The event is in the hand of God. — Washington
Uploaded by Daniel Mennerich on 17 Oct 10, 7.17PM PST.
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MY COMMENTS ABOUT THIS GREENWICH VILLAGE LANDMARK
Has anyone ever climbed this to hang out for a few day. It appears that one might be able to conceal themselves were it not for helicopters that survey the area. I would guess that somebody has at least attempted to climb this. It would be relatively easy with the right equipment.
New York City USA - Washington Square Arch 01
In 1889, to celebrate the centennial of George Washington's inauguration as president of the United States, a large plaster and wood Memorial Arch was erected over Fifth Avenue just north of the park. The temporary plaster and wood arch was so popular that in 1892 a permanent marble arch, designed by the New York architect Stanford White, was erected, standing 23 m was built just inside the park. During the excavations for the eastern leg of the arch, human remains, a coffin and a gravestone dated 1803 were uncovered 10 feet (3 m) below ground level.The inscription on the arch reads:
Let us raise a standard to which the wise and the honest can repair. The event is in the hand of God. — Washington
Uploaded by Daniel Mennerich on 17 Oct 10, 7.17PM PST.
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MY COMMENTS ABOUT THIS GREENWICH VILLAGE LANDMARK
Has anyone ever climbed this to hang out for a few day. It appears that one might be able to conceal themselves were it not for helicopters that survey the area. I would guess that somebody has at least attempted to climb this. It would be relatively easy with the right equipment.
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Howard on 8th birthday, Hazard, Ky
Howard on 8th birthday, Hazard, Ky
I turned 8 years-old in the summer of 1941. We lived in Hazard, a town of about 8,000 people in the mountains of eastern Kentucky. I was never one to worry about the funture, which was about to change. Less than four months after this picture was made, the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor.
My two sisters and I were in the living room with the Sunday funnies, and our mother was listening to the radio in the kitchen. She eased into the room and said "Japan has bombed Pearl Harbor. I think we are in another war."
My first question was to ask where Pearl Harbor was. She dragged out a world map from somewhere and pointed out the Hawaiian Islands. She said that Pearl Harbor was a Navy base near Honolulu. She and our father spent the rest of the day in the kitchen listening to the radio. I caught a few facts about the sinking of several of our large ships, and the bombing of a nearby airfield, but when President Roosevelt began to speak, we all sat around the table and listened to every word.
The news has caused this scene to flash through my mind a number of times since then, and I can almost hear my mother's voice saying, "I think we are in another war."
Uploaded by Howard33 on 31 Dec 06, 7.33AM PST.
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Interesting material. Born in early 42, I don't recall too much about the war until the fighting men came home. I thought they looked mighty neat in their uniforms. I remember one incident while at a grocery store. There were two soldier in front of us. They ordered a pack of cigarettes. The storekeeper, Mr Peden, said something like, "boys, there's no charge for the smokes, you have been fighting a war--this is the least I can do."
I asked my aunt how come they didn't have to pay. She explained. There were no TVs then, and we didn't go to movies, so it was all info gained through pictures in the newspapers. The radio was important back then too. As time past, I understood more clearly why they got free cigarettes.
Sometime in the 40s, probaby 47, I recall the sky being full of planes of all kinds heading west. I learned later that they were headed toward a storage area on the desert. I asked my aunt that what would happen if we needed them again.......
I turned 8 years-old in the summer of 1941. We lived in Hazard, a town of about 8,000 people in the mountains of eastern Kentucky. I was never one to worry about the funture, which was about to change. Less than four months after this picture was made, the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor.
My two sisters and I were in the living room with the Sunday funnies, and our mother was listening to the radio in the kitchen. She eased into the room and said "Japan has bombed Pearl Harbor. I think we are in another war."
My first question was to ask where Pearl Harbor was. She dragged out a world map from somewhere and pointed out the Hawaiian Islands. She said that Pearl Harbor was a Navy base near Honolulu. She and our father spent the rest of the day in the kitchen listening to the radio. I caught a few facts about the sinking of several of our large ships, and the bombing of a nearby airfield, but when President Roosevelt began to speak, we all sat around the table and listened to every word.
The news has caused this scene to flash through my mind a number of times since then, and I can almost hear my mother's voice saying, "I think we are in another war."
Uploaded by Howard33 on 31 Dec 06, 7.33AM PST.
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Interesting material. Born in early 42, I don't recall too much about the war until the fighting men came home. I thought they looked mighty neat in their uniforms. I remember one incident while at a grocery store. There were two soldier in front of us. They ordered a pack of cigarettes. The storekeeper, Mr Peden, said something like, "boys, there's no charge for the smokes, you have been fighting a war--this is the least I can do."
I asked my aunt how come they didn't have to pay. She explained. There were no TVs then, and we didn't go to movies, so it was all info gained through pictures in the newspapers. The radio was important back then too. As time past, I understood more clearly why they got free cigarettes.
Sometime in the 40s, probaby 47, I recall the sky being full of planes of all kinds heading west. I learned later that they were headed toward a storage area on the desert. I asked my aunt that what would happen if we needed them again.......
Saturday, November 20, 2010
New York City USA - Times Square
New York City USA - Times Square
Times Square is a major commercial intersection in the borough of Manhattan in New York City, at the junction of Broadway and Seventh Avenue and stretching from West 42nd to West 47th Streets. The extended Times Square area, also called the Theatre District, consists of the blocks between Sixth and Eighth Avenues from east to west, and West 40th and West 53rd Streets from south to north, making up the western part of the commercial area of Midtown Manhattan.
Uploaded by Daniel Mennerich on 17 Oct 10, 7.17PM PST.
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Your joy of being in Times Square comes through in bright and brilliant hues and shades of the neon night; your angle and framing further reinforces your enthusiasm about your space and time in Times Square.
I can feel the joy.............Robert
Thanks for permitting me to post this in my personal online blog...
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Times Square is a major commercial intersection in the borough of Manhattan in New York City, at the junction of Broadway and Seventh Avenue and stretching from West 42nd to West 47th Streets. The extended Times Square area, also called the Theatre District, consists of the blocks between Sixth and Eighth Avenues from east to west, and West 40th and West 53rd Streets from south to north, making up the western part of the commercial area of Midtown Manhattan.
Uploaded by Daniel Mennerich on 17 Oct 10, 7.17PM PST.
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Your joy of being in Times Square comes through in bright and brilliant hues and shades of the neon night; your angle and framing further reinforces your enthusiasm about your space and time in Times Square.
I can feel the joy.............Robert
Thanks for permitting me to post this in my personal online blog...
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Friday, November 19, 2010
I Have A Dream
THANKS TO B CAMPBELL PHOTOGRAPHY for posting this photo
I Have A Dream
Uploaded by BCampbell Photography on 11 May 10, 11.50PM PST.
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MY THOUGHTS ABOUT THIS PHOTOGRAPH
I hope these young men will see the same beauty that I have seen in America during my lifetime. Wishing them well on their journey.
We all have dreams. I had dreams. But one reason I really like this photo is because boys will always be boys and we all loved to be around the railroad tracks. While these two lads were probably on a journey, it is hard to say. They might have been heading off on their own. They look like they have the spirit to endure, to travel their journey and hopefully realize their dreams. A great photograph.
RLH
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I Have A Dream
Uploaded by BCampbell Photography on 11 May 10, 11.50PM PST.
I Have A Dream
Uploaded by BCampbell Photography on 11 May 10, 11.50PM PST.
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MY THOUGHTS ABOUT THIS PHOTOGRAPH
I hope these young men will see the same beauty that I have seen in America during my lifetime. Wishing them well on their journey.
We all have dreams. I had dreams. But one reason I really like this photo is because boys will always be boys and we all loved to be around the railroad tracks. While these two lads were probably on a journey, it is hard to say. They might have been heading off on their own. They look like they have the spirit to endure, to travel their journey and hopefully realize their dreams. A great photograph.
RLH
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I Have A Dream
Uploaded by BCampbell Photography on 11 May 10, 11.50PM PST.
Anti-car American Flag
Anti-car American Flag
A flag to show that you can be patriotic while hating cars.
Uploaded by JOSEPH W CARRILLO on 11 Nov 10, 4.16PM PST.
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A SHORT ESSAY ON HOW CARS HAVE HELPED RUIN AMERICA AND HOW CARS HAVE HELPED THE ECONOMY OF AMERICA
Your new flag presents an Interesting concept, however I could not accept such an environmental symbol on my flag.
As I said, the concept is interesting and I do not actually believe your intent was to change the physical appearance of our national symbol, but to remind us that we could have successfully used a different means of transportation that would have been much more satisfactory.
IF I WAS GOING TO CHANGE the flag, I would place trains and subway systems somewhere within the flag (Perhaps the blue stripes could become train tracks?).
How wonderful it would have been had we built interurbans and commuter trains instead of autos.
WE MUST BLAME IKE ( of D-Day fame) * for building the interstates. Much of America was razed when the Interstate Highway System forever blemished our countryside. But would Americans have taken the trains? They would have used the trains had the railroads not discontinued many of their major trains and downsized the trains. There was a time when one could go from the largest city to the smallest town by train. I loved the trains. I hate to drive, especially as I grow older. In the 60s, there was half the population there is today; the roads were less crowded. Driving in the 60s was fun. Driving today is a fete that creates anxiety and stress. Is it because there are too many cars or too many people?
And what about the UAW? Where would they have been on the issue? That is yet another issue since we permitted foreign cars to invade our market.
Do you recall when the auto workers were making big money? Yes, in the mid 50s the auto workers were making $6 to $10 per hour; they were in the money, able to buy the homes in the suburbs. Of course, the unions were very picky about their workers. Very few minorities were in the unions then. So, you can clearly see how all of this effects the sorrows of the minorities and how it affected our economy. There was prosperity for some and further poverty for others.
I find your image interesting and a subject that could launch a new look at transportation, labor unions, mass transit and economics in America from the time Henry Ford began his factories. Please respond and let me know how you would get a ban on cars into effect.
Robert L. Huffstutter
*I saw President Eisenhower in 1960 while I was stationed in San DIego in the USN. He was riding in an open convertible, sitting up on the back seat, waving and smiling at the well-wishers
My thanks to Joseph W. Carrillo for the unique flag image and the inspiration it created in my mind.
A flag to show that you can be patriotic while hating cars.
Uploaded by JOSEPH W CARRILLO on 11 Nov 10, 4.16PM PST.
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A SHORT ESSAY ON HOW CARS HAVE HELPED RUIN AMERICA AND HOW CARS HAVE HELPED THE ECONOMY OF AMERICA
Your new flag presents an Interesting concept, however I could not accept such an environmental symbol on my flag.
As I said, the concept is interesting and I do not actually believe your intent was to change the physical appearance of our national symbol, but to remind us that we could have successfully used a different means of transportation that would have been much more satisfactory.
IF I WAS GOING TO CHANGE the flag, I would place trains and subway systems somewhere within the flag (Perhaps the blue stripes could become train tracks?).
How wonderful it would have been had we built interurbans and commuter trains instead of autos.
WE MUST BLAME IKE ( of D-Day fame) * for building the interstates. Much of America was razed when the Interstate Highway System forever blemished our countryside. But would Americans have taken the trains? They would have used the trains had the railroads not discontinued many of their major trains and downsized the trains. There was a time when one could go from the largest city to the smallest town by train. I loved the trains. I hate to drive, especially as I grow older. In the 60s, there was half the population there is today; the roads were less crowded. Driving in the 60s was fun. Driving today is a fete that creates anxiety and stress. Is it because there are too many cars or too many people?
And what about the UAW? Where would they have been on the issue? That is yet another issue since we permitted foreign cars to invade our market.
Do you recall when the auto workers were making big money? Yes, in the mid 50s the auto workers were making $6 to $10 per hour; they were in the money, able to buy the homes in the suburbs. Of course, the unions were very picky about their workers. Very few minorities were in the unions then. So, you can clearly see how all of this effects the sorrows of the minorities and how it affected our economy. There was prosperity for some and further poverty for others.
I find your image interesting and a subject that could launch a new look at transportation, labor unions, mass transit and economics in America from the time Henry Ford began his factories. Please respond and let me know how you would get a ban on cars into effect.
Robert L. Huffstutter
*I saw President Eisenhower in 1960 while I was stationed in San DIego in the USN. He was riding in an open convertible, sitting up on the back seat, waving and smiling at the well-wishers
My thanks to Joseph W. Carrillo for the unique flag image and the inspiration it created in my mind.
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
Hotel - New York City
IF THIS IS NOT THE BEST HOTEL WINDOW AND SIGN PHOTOGRAPH...I have ever seen, my name is not Robert. When I saw this sign, I was immediately transferred back to 1960 and found myself checking into a hotel that might have been this one, but one that looked a bit brighter 50 years ago.
It appears that neon once graced this sign, but time has taken the buzz out of its spirit. Perhaps its spirit is gone, but if one could see the faces of all those who peered out of this corner window,one would have a concise history of the many moods of New York City. My congratulations to Joe Western for stopping to capture this aged landmark of a great city.
Even in its state of disrepair and neglect, it appears to be a proud reminder that once upon a time, people came to New York City with a suitcase or two and stayed. Some made millions while others died in bed with a bottle of Smirnoff.
Such is life. There is the good, the bad, and the ugly. But in my mind, this photograph is a beautiful image and reminder of youth gone bad. Time does that; it is the way life begins and ends. By Robert L. Huffstutter
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Hotel - New York City
Uploaded by Joe Western on 4 Nov 10, 6.53PM PST.
It appears that neon once graced this sign, but time has taken the buzz out of its spirit. Perhaps its spirit is gone, but if one could see the faces of all those who peered out of this corner window,one would have a concise history of the many moods of New York City. My congratulations to Joe Western for stopping to capture this aged landmark of a great city.
Even in its state of disrepair and neglect, it appears to be a proud reminder that once upon a time, people came to New York City with a suitcase or two and stayed. Some made millions while others died in bed with a bottle of Smirnoff.
Such is life. There is the good, the bad, and the ugly. But in my mind, this photograph is a beautiful image and reminder of youth gone bad. Time does that; it is the way life begins and ends. By Robert L. Huffstutter
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Hotel - New York City
Uploaded by Joe Western on 4 Nov 10, 6.53PM PST.
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
MOUNTAIN LANDSCAPE ...
MOUNTAIN LANDSCAPE ...
... a digital modification of an original painting by Robert Huffstutter and Bill Strain.
Here's a link to Robert's original painting ...
www.flickr.com/photos/huffstutterrobertl/5100166448/
... if you look at Roberts painting at original resolution, you'll see a painting constructed using pencil, pastel or a soft colored pencil and black pen, which could be Sanford's ultra fine permanent marker. This method of constructing a painting was one that I found natural using pencil, watercolor and then ink outline with the Sanford's pen.
... I downloaded Robert's scan of his original, took it to Virtual Painter, chose drawing, the used settings scale 100, material 0, rendering 12, coloration 100, deformtion 24 and focus 10. You see the results.
... Robert has a standard procedure for arriving at what he wishes to say about a given image, I would guess he begins with the pencil, moves on with his colored pencil and then provides his sharp contrast with the black pen. The results are a visualization of something or some place he wants to tell you about. His genre is expressionist-literalism and he is very successful at what he does.
... what I've done is splash the color around while taking it to its maximum saturation and then adding wildly to the line work with Virtual Painter software. This moves the genre to Fauve. Another name the Fauves once enjoyed was "wild beasts."
... Robert has most of his work in the public domain, which is good. I've never worried too much about anyone taking my stuff. If they can improve their lives with it, then bully for them. My joy is in the doing of it.
... Thanks Robert, for letting me play with your images. I've been playing with the Fauve concept all week, and I'm going to post a lot of the fun I've had. My favorite is a radical Fauve/Calligraphic/Minimalist process that you'll see a lot of in my future posts. This will go on until I get to yawning and the stumble onto something new to pursue.
Uploaded by mrbill78636 on 2 Nov 10, 7.52AM PDT.
... if you look at Roberts painting at original resolution, you'll see a painting constructed using pencil, pastel or a soft colored pencil and black pen, which could be Sanford's ultra fine permanent marker. This method of constructing a painting was one that I found natural using pencil, watercolor and then ink outline with the Sanford's pen.
... I downloaded Robert's scan of his original, took it to Virtual Painter, chose drawing, the used settings scale 100, material 0, rendering 12, coloration 100, deformtion 24 and focus 10. You see the results.
... Robert has a standard procedure for arriving at what he wishes to say about a given image, I would guess he begins with the pencil, moves on with his colored pencil and then provides his sharp contrast with the black pen. The results are a visualization of something or some place he wants to tell you about. His genre is expressionist-literalism and he is very successful at what he does.
... what I've done is splash the color around while taking it to its maximum saturation and then adding wildly to the line work with Virtual Painter software. This moves the genre to Fauve. Another name the Fauves once enjoyed was "wild beasts."
... Robert has most of his work in the public domain, which is good. I've never worried too much about anyone taking my stuff. If they can improve their lives with it, then bully for them. My joy is in the doing of it.
... Thanks Robert, for letting me play with your images. I've been playing with the Fauve concept all week, and I'm going to post a lot of the fun I've had. My favorite is a radical Fauve/Calligraphic/Minimalist process that you'll see a lot of in my future posts. This will go on until I get to yawning and the stumble onto something new to pursue.
Uploaded by mrbill78636 on 2 Nov 10, 7.52AM PDT.
Compose your blog entry
Title:
Your Post: MOUNTAIN LANDSCAPE ...
... a digital modification of an original painting by Robert Huffstutter and Bill Strain.
Here's a link to Robert's original painting ...
www.flickr.com/photos/huffstutterrobertl/5100166448/
... if you look at Roberts painting at original resolution, you'll see a painting constructed using pencil, pastel or a soft colored pencil and black pen, which could be Sanford's ultra fine permanent marker. This method of constructing a painting was one that I found natural using pencil, watercolor and then ink outline with the Sanford's pen.
... I downloaded Robert's scan of his original, took it to Virtual Painter, chose drawing, the used settings scale 100, material 0, rendering 12, coloration 100, deformtion 24 and focus 10. You see the results.
... Robert has a standard procedure for arriving at what he wishes to say about a given image, I would guess he begins with the pencil, moves on with his colored pencil and then provides his sharp contrast with the black pen. The results are a visualization of something or some place he wants to tell you about. His genre is expressionist-literalism and he is very successful at what he does.
... what I've done is splash the color around while taking it to its maximum saturation and then adding wildly to the line work with Virtual Painter software. This moves the genre to Fauve. Another name the Fauves once enjoyed was "wild beasts."
... Robert has most of his work in the public domain, which is good. I've never worried too much about anyone taking my stuff. If they can improve their lives with it, then bully for them. My joy is in the doing of it.
... Thanks Robert, for letting me play with your images. I've been playing with the Fauve concept all week, and I'm going to post a lot of the fun I've had. My favorite is a radical Fauve/Calligraphic/Minimalist process that you'll see a lot of in my future posts. This will go on until I get to yawning and the stumble onto something new to pursue.
Uploaded by mrbill78636 on 2 Nov 10, 7.52AM PDT.
... a digital modification of an original painting by Robert Huffstutter and Bill Strain.
Here's a link to Robert's original painting ...
www.flickr.com/photos/huffstutterrobertl/5100166448/
... if you look at Roberts painting at original resolution, you'll see a painting constructed using pencil, pastel or a soft colored pencil and black pen, which could be Sanford's ultra fine permanent marker. This method of constructing a painting was one that I found natural using pencil, watercolor and then ink outline with the Sanford's pen.
... I downloaded Robert's scan of his original, took it to Virtual Painter, chose drawing, the used settings scale 100, material 0, rendering 12, coloration 100, deformtion 24 and focus 10. You see the results.
... Robert has a standard procedure for arriving at what he wishes to say about a given image, I would guess he begins with the pencil, moves on with his colored pencil and then provides his sharp contrast with the black pen. The results are a visualization of something or some place he wants to tell you about. His genre is expressionist-literalism and he is very successful at what he does.
... what I've done is splash the color around while taking it to its maximum saturation and then adding wildly to the line work with Virtual Painter software. This moves the genre to Fauve. Another name the Fauves once enjoyed was "wild beasts."
... Robert has most of his work in the public domain, which is good. I've never worried too much about anyone taking my stuff. If they can improve their lives with it, then bully for them. My joy is in the doing of it.
... Thanks Robert, for letting me play with your images. I've been playing with the Fauve concept all week, and I'm going to post a lot of the fun I've had. My favorite is a radical Fauve/Calligraphic/Minimalist process that you'll see a lot of in my future posts. This will go on until I get to yawning and the stumble onto something new to pursue.
Uploaded by mrbill78636 on 2 Nov 10, 7.52AM PDT.
... if you look at Roberts painting at original resolution, you'll see a painting constructed using pencil, pastel or a soft colored pencil and black pen, which could be Sanford's ultra fine permanent marker. This method of constructing a painting was one that I found natural using pencil, watercolor and then ink outline with the Sanford's pen.
... I downloaded Robert's scan of his original, took it to Virtual Painter, chose drawing, the used settings scale 100, material 0, rendering 12, coloration 100, deformtion 24 and focus 10. You see the results.
... Robert has a standard procedure for arriving at what he wishes to say about a given image, I would guess he begins with the pencil, moves on with his colored pencil and then provides his sharp contrast with the black pen. The results are a visualization of something or some place he wants to tell you about. His genre is expressionist-literalism and he is very successful at what he does.
... what I've done is splash the color around while taking it to its maximum saturation and then adding wildly to the line work with Virtual Painter software. This moves the genre to Fauve. Another name the Fauves once enjoyed was "wild beasts."
... Robert has most of his work in the public domain, which is good. I've never worried too much about anyone taking my stuff. If they can improve their lives with it, then bully for them. My joy is in the doing of it.
... Thanks Robert, for letting me play with your images. I've been playing with the Fauve concept all week, and I'm going to post a lot of the fun I've had. My favorite is a radical Fauve/Calligraphic/Minimalist process that you'll see a lot of in my future posts. This will go on until I get to yawning and the stumble onto something new to pursue.
Uploaded by mrbill78636 on 2 Nov 10, 7.52AM PDT.
Compose your blog entry
Title:
Your Post: MOUNTAIN LANDSCAPE ...
... a digital modification of an original painting by Robert Huffstutter and Bill Strain.
Here's a link to Robert's original painting ...
www.flickr.com/photos/huffstutterrobertl/5100166448/
... if you look at Roberts painting at original resolution, you'll see a painting constructed using pencil, pastel or a soft colored pencil and black pen, which could be Sanford's ultra fine permanent marker. This method of constructing a painting was one that I found natural using pencil, watercolor and then ink outline with the Sanford's pen.
... I downloaded Robert's scan of his original, took it to Virtual Painter, chose drawing, the used settings scale 100, material 0, rendering 12, coloration 100, deformtion 24 and focus 10. You see the results.
... Robert has a standard procedure for arriving at what he wishes to say about a given image, I would guess he begins with the pencil, moves on with his colored pencil and then provides his sharp contrast with the black pen. The results are a visualization of something or some place he wants to tell you about. His genre is expressionist-literalism and he is very successful at what he does.
... what I've done is splash the color around while taking it to its maximum saturation and then adding wildly to the line work with Virtual Painter software. This moves the genre to Fauve. Another name the Fauves once enjoyed was "wild beasts."
... Robert has most of his work in the public domain, which is good. I've never worried too much about anyone taking my stuff. If they can improve their lives with it, then bully for them. My joy is in the doing of it.
... Thanks Robert, for letting me play with your images. I've been playing with the Fauve concept all week, and I'm going to post a lot of the fun I've had. My favorite is a radical Fauve/Calligraphic/Minimalist process that you'll see a lot of in my future posts. This will go on until I get to yawning and the stumble onto something new to pursue.
Uploaded by mrbill78636 on 2 Nov 10, 7.52AM PDT.
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
NOT ALL SENIORS ARE SENILE ...
This is not the kind of love story that will appeal to all, but to many, it will touch them in a way no romance has ever touched them. Note the twinkle in the old gentleman's eye and the eager smile on the young lady's face. You have not even a slight hint of the joy that will result from this nubial narrative. Do read this and remember, you too can enjoy life as you grow older.
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NOT ALL SENIORS ARE SENILE ...
An older, bald-headed man walked into a jewelry store one Friday evening with a beautiful, much younger gal at his side. He told the jeweler he was looking for a special ring for his girlfriend. The jeweler looked through his stock and brought out a $5,000.00 ring. The man said, "No, I'd like to see something better, more expensive than that."
At that, the jeweler went to his special stock and brought another ring over. "Here's a stunning diamond ring at $50,000.00 the jeweler said. The girl's eyes sparkled and her whole body trembled with excitement. The elderly man, seeing this said, "We'll take it."
The jeweler asked how payment would be made and the elderly man stated, "By check. Now, I know you need to make sure my check is good, so I'll write it now and you can call the bank on Monday to verify the funds, and I'll pick the ring up on Monday afternoon."
On Monday morning, the jeweler angrily phoned the elderly man and said, "There's no money in that account ! ! !"
"I know," said the elderly man. "But I had the most fantastic weekend ! ! !"
Uploaded by mrbill78636 on 25 Oct 10, 10.53PM PDT.
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NOT ALL SENIORS ARE SENILE ...
An older, bald-headed man walked into a jewelry store one Friday evening with a beautiful, much younger gal at his side. He told the jeweler he was looking for a special ring for his girlfriend. The jeweler looked through his stock and brought out a $5,000.00 ring. The man said, "No, I'd like to see something better, more expensive than that."
At that, the jeweler went to his special stock and brought another ring over. "Here's a stunning diamond ring at $50,000.00 the jeweler said. The girl's eyes sparkled and her whole body trembled with excitement. The elderly man, seeing this said, "We'll take it."
The jeweler asked how payment would be made and the elderly man stated, "By check. Now, I know you need to make sure my check is good, so I'll write it now and you can call the bank on Monday to verify the funds, and I'll pick the ring up on Monday afternoon."
On Monday morning, the jeweler angrily phoned the elderly man and said, "There's no money in that account ! ! !"
"I know," said the elderly man. "But I had the most fantastic weekend ! ! !"
Uploaded by mrbill78636 on 25 Oct 10, 10.53PM PDT.
rabaul
Since I first began reading about the places where artists went to paint, and then when I began reading about places where soldiers went to make headquarters in world wars, I have found Rabaul to be most interesting geographical subject matter.
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rabaul
A photo from Mums boyfriend
"Norman Berwick" taken during the war
with the japanese in the pacific.
"Myself and members of my crew, taken while on a cross country hike.
12.10.41 Rabaul"
Norman is second from the right.
I've left the images a bit rough because
they look more like actual photos rather
than the harshness of crystal clear
digital photos.
I'm not against digital at all, but if it's
old, that's fine... why should it be cleaned up?
Uploaded by Wolfie Rankin on 7 Jun 06, 1.50AM PDT.
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rabaul
A photo from Mums boyfriend
"Norman Berwick" taken during the war
with the japanese in the pacific.
"Myself and members of my crew, taken while on a cross country hike.
12.10.41 Rabaul"
Norman is second from the right.
I've left the images a bit rough because
they look more like actual photos rather
than the harshness of crystal clear
digital photos.
I'm not against digital at all, but if it's
old, that's fine... why should it be cleaned up?
Uploaded by Wolfie Rankin on 7 Jun 06, 1.50AM PDT.
ALMOST EVERY YOUNG MAN IN AMERICA WENT TO WAR FOR AMERICA FROM 1941 UNTIL 1945: THEY BECAME THE BACKBONE OF A NEW AMERICA...
ALMOST EVERY YOUNG MAN IN AMERICA WENT TO WAR FOR AMERICA FROM 1941 UNTIL 1945: THEY BECAME THE BACKBONE OF A NEW AMERICA...
Originally uploaded by roberthuffstutter
By Robert L. Huffstutter
When they came home from a war they did not start, but a war they won, they were ready to begin a project that lasted until they began passing away--making America the best and strongest nation on earth for freedom's sake.
They had seen the enemy, looked him in the eye and killed him!
It was a fight for our nation that would have great rewards for many decades. The rewards were reaped for their continued education through the GI bill that helped future military personnel, an education that would help them rebuild the purposes of America.
Their combat experience caused some of them severe mental problems, "shell shock" most folks said, but they didn't complain loudly, they simply adjusted to the best of their ability and helped each other, though few talked much about the bloody beaches they had seen. They found jobs, married their sweethearts left behind or found new ones; they began raising families, praying their children would not have to go to war. Yes, they prayed, many of them did, and they were proud of their memberships in neighborhood churches. They were glad to celebrate Thanksgivings, glad to lead prayer as the head of their family. They were the strenth of the American family, men of all faiths, creeds, religions. And yes, some were atheists, but they loved America nonetheless--unless they were Communists who were operatives. Some were discovered and tried, served their just dues. But most of these men were patriots, yes flag-waving men who became Shriners and members of the local Kiwanis Club or the Knights of Columbus. They were our fathers, our grandfathers, our uncles. There are enough of us left to remember them, but their numbers grow fewer as each day passes.
We remember them as the man and woman who fought for America's future either on the battlefield or the homefront. Never in the history of these United States since the Civil War had our nation suffered so many deaths and sorrow because of a battle with evil.
To prepare our relatives, the few who still remain, who fought in World War Two, there was the first world war, a battle America never really had to enter, nevetheless we did, thus some of our fathers had fathers who were veterans of a most miserable war.
Generations teach generations, and there was no shortage of volunteers when America became the enemy of two world powers in 1941. Within a period of a few short months, American men and women were sent into battle in large forces to battle for our survival and the survival of freedom. There were few debates at the time about our fight to defeat the evil empires that attacked our nation.
Through much sacrifice, the job was done. Today, almost ten years after this homeland suffered a frontal attack on our very soil at the cost of more lives lost on our military forces in what was then only a territory of the United States, we are on the eve of building a monument on the very site where we were attacked by two large planes that cost us more lives than were lost on 7 December 1941.
Is it a monument dedicated to the thousands of lives lost on that fateful day of 11 September 2001?
If it isn't, what is it and why is it being built on the very site where our homeland was attacked by a known force of evil ideologists who want to destroy our very way of life, our lifestyles, our combined variety of religious beliefs and our women and children, men and families of all races, creeds and colors.
I do know that if our men and women who fought World War Two were still in charge, such a building would never have been even considered for anything but a monument with a United States flag waving from its sphere.
No, it would never have been considered as a site for a parking lot, a Catholic Church, a Protestant Church, a Jewish Temple or an Islamic Mosque.
Might I mention that it would not have been considered as the right spot for a Bhuddist temple either, no, not in a a New York minute.
It is high time to find another location for this...memorial to whomever it is dedicated to or whatever it is about. The people have spoken and made it clear that they would prefer it be moved.
Saturday, October 30, 2010
Eiffel Tower, 1940s - Found Photograph
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Eiffel Tower, 1940s - Found Photograph
An original b/w foto with writing in German on the reverse that reads:
The Eiffel Tower and our Mantel
I am pretty sure that Mantel was this couple's last name. I really marvel at the artistic, postcard quality of this image...truly an exceptional amateur foto.
*Be sure and view All-Sizes as well as the other 4 fotos from this same lot.*
Uploaded by High Steel Heels
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Rosa_Parks_Bus
Rosa_Parks_Bus
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Rosa_Parks_Bus.jpg
And now certain political groups are told they can sit in the back of the bus by an important American leader who is on the campaign trail, trying to muster up the votes it will take to keep the House and Senate in the hands of the Democrats.
Did we ever suspect we would hear such comments used in a political campaign to demean opponents by somehow linking that party with an event that happened more than 50 years ago?
Uploaded by roberthuffstutter on 27 Oct 10, 2.41AM PDT.
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Recent comments during the campaign were made about Republicans having to sit at the back of the bus. It is comments of this nature that has robbed me, and many Americans, of the joy we once had in monitoring the finer points of politics, weighing the positives and negatives of the partisan system to give each candidate an honest chance for making their case.
It is comments of this nature that demean millions of Americans and conjure up the injustices of the Rosa Parks to be used against certain political groups by somehow linking in a racist overtone to further disrespect contemporary politics.
search.aol.com/aol/search?query=OBAMA%27S+BAC K+OF+THE+BUS...
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Rosa_Parks_Bus.jpg
And now certain political groups are told they can sit in the back of the bus by an important American leader who is on the campaign trail, trying to muster up the votes it will take to keep the House and Senate in the hands of the Democrats.
Did we ever suspect we would hear such comments used in a political campaign to demean opponents by somehow linking that party with an event that happened more than 50 years ago?
Uploaded by roberthuffstutter on 27 Oct 10, 2.41AM PDT.
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Recent comments during the campaign were made about Republicans having to sit at the back of the bus. It is comments of this nature that has robbed me, and many Americans, of the joy we once had in monitoring the finer points of politics, weighing the positives and negatives of the partisan system to give each candidate an honest chance for making their case.
It is comments of this nature that demean millions of Americans and conjure up the injustices of the Rosa Parks to be used against certain political groups by somehow linking in a racist overtone to further disrespect contemporary politics.
search.aol.com/aol/search?query=OBAMA%27S+BAC K+OF+THE+BUS...
Saturday, October 23, 2010
JAPAN TRAVEL POSTER FEB 2010
AN ELEMENTARY INTRODUCTION TO MY JAPANESE PHOTOS AND ART
As fate would command, I found myself in Japan from August 1961 until the eve of 1964, stationed at Atsugi.
Young and impressionable upon my arrival via Pan Am in that autumn of 1961, I was only 19 and totally fascinated with this great nation called Japan. My bus ride from the old Tokyo International Airport to the plains of Kanto in Kanagawa was like a course in National Geographic history. To say that I was excited would be an understatement; my excitement was at its height. Never in my life had I been so excited, so elated, so expectant of my new duty station.
The yen was 360 per dollar at the time and being young and full of the curiosity young men have, I sensed that the exchange rate would be in my favor. As an artist, my supplies for painting would be most affordable; as a reader of Penguin history pocketbooks, I soon found that I could buy them at half the price I had paid for them in the USA. But what excited me was the sheer joy of being in a country that was full of beautiful music, aromatic scents of foods I was anxious to try, beautiful women with smiles beautiful beyond words, buildings with roofs that made me anxious to sketch and photograph.
Oh, the bus ride was just an introduction to my joyful tour in a most beautiful nation. PHOTO IMAGES OF JAPAN is an image that will lead the viewer to old photographs taken in the early 60s, sketches and paintings I made while in Japan and work I have done since.
You, the viewer, are cordially invited to enjoy my volume of works about the Japan of the 1960s; you are invited to leave me comments about the different scenes. I always appreciate feedback and suggestions.
Know that I love Japan and the Japanese, a fact the viewer will surely realize upon beginning a pictorial journey through my Flickr photostream and my blog, BLOGABOUTJAPAN.
Thank you, Robert L. Huffstutter
As fate would command, I found myself in Japan from August 1961 until the eve of 1964, stationed at Atsugi.
Young and impressionable upon my arrival via Pan Am in that autumn of 1961, I was only 19 and totally fascinated with this great nation called Japan. My bus ride from the old Tokyo International Airport to the plains of Kanto in Kanagawa was like a course in National Geographic history. To say that I was excited would be an understatement; my excitement was at its height. Never in my life had I been so excited, so elated, so expectant of my new duty station.
The yen was 360 per dollar at the time and being young and full of the curiosity young men have, I sensed that the exchange rate would be in my favor. As an artist, my supplies for painting would be most affordable; as a reader of Penguin history pocketbooks, I soon found that I could buy them at half the price I had paid for them in the USA. But what excited me was the sheer joy of being in a country that was full of beautiful music, aromatic scents of foods I was anxious to try, beautiful women with smiles beautiful beyond words, buildings with roofs that made me anxious to sketch and photograph.
Oh, the bus ride was just an introduction to my joyful tour in a most beautiful nation. PHOTO IMAGES OF JAPAN is an image that will lead the viewer to old photographs taken in the early 60s, sketches and paintings I made while in Japan and work I have done since.
You, the viewer, are cordially invited to enjoy my volume of works about the Japan of the 1960s; you are invited to leave me comments about the different scenes. I always appreciate feedback and suggestions.
Know that I love Japan and the Japanese, a fact the viewer will surely realize upon beginning a pictorial journey through my Flickr photostream and my blog, BLOGABOUTJAPAN.
Thank you, Robert L. Huffstutter
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Monday, October 11, 2010
The Case of the Fractured Elbow in Opening the Door of the Cozy Inn: a watercolor, pen and ink by Robert L. Huffstutter
The Case of the Fractured Elbow in Opening the Door of the Cozy Inn: a watercolor, pen and ink by Robert L. Huffstutter
Originally uploaded by roberthuffstutter
Uploaded by roberthuffstutter on 11 Oct 10, 7.35AM PDT.
Thursday, September 30, 2010
to be 18 again...
A SHORT ESSAY ABOUT YOUTHFUL VITALITY AND HOW NEWS CAN SLOWLY CONSUME OUR JOY AND SPIRIT By Robert L. Huffstutter
Not to gripe, but to feel this good again would send me into a state of shock. When one is 18, how one feels is irrelevant, we simply take feeling good for granted, like we could climb Everest almost anytime with only a heads up to give us time to pack.
I just turned off news channels and headed back to the History Channel. I feel better already. What we feed our minds does make a difference in our attitude. If I listen to news from morning to night, I will feel continually worse with one complication after another. There was a time when we listened to the news for perhaps a half-hour in the evenings.
To be truthful, when the above photo was taken, sometime in 1960, the only news I got was via the newsreels between the double-features of a San Diego picture show. Yes, the times were simpler then, but we still had a major problem brewing...
Not to gripe, but to feel this good again would send me into a state of shock. When one is 18, how one feels is irrelevant, we simply take feeling good for granted, like we could climb Everest almost anytime with only a heads up to give us time to pack.
I just turned off news channels and headed back to the History Channel. I feel better already. What we feed our minds does make a difference in our attitude. If I listen to news from morning to night, I will feel continually worse with one complication after another. There was a time when we listened to the news for perhaps a half-hour in the evenings.
To be truthful, when the above photo was taken, sometime in 1960, the only news I got was via the newsreels between the double-features of a San Diego picture show. Yes, the times were simpler then, but we still had a major problem brewing...
Monday, September 13, 2010
trampsteamer 2 fortconnolly
A SHORT AND PERSONAL HISTORY OF MY LIFE ABOARD A TRAMP STEAMER By Robert L. Huffstutter
Back in the mid 1950s when I was a restless teenager and bored as hell with Kansas City, I wanted to get out of town and start living. I soon learned, passing Lawrence, Kansas, that I was going to have get a hell of a lot farther than Lawrence, Kansas to start seeing the world. And I had heard about tramp steamers. My English teacher back then, Mr. Smith, had mentioned the romance of the world of tramp steamers, so when I got home from my little trip to Lawrence without meeting any college cheerleaders, I started reading about tramp steamers and where I could find one that would sign me on so I could get to Hong Kong or Yokohama to start having some fun. Work? Sure, yes, I could work, I was young, and though not a giant, I could lift boxes and toss them up and aft and wherever, the kind of work I assumed would make up the life of a seaman.
Where does one go to find a tramp steamer I asked myself as I researched the library's reference section. No, I couldn't get to some English seaport to catch a steamer, besides they probably had all the help they needed. Was I longshoreman? I was barely a teenager, but maybe I could become a cabinboy. Afterall, didn't all the Naval heros start out as cabinboys, at least before we became free from the English? Going out of the country wouldn't work. I would have to find a port city in the USA to sign on. My aunt told me I should reconsider, finish school, get a real job. I wouldn't want to end up as a truckdriver would I? She said I would need a good education if I wanted to make more than $5 or $6 dollars an hour. I ought to try to get on at the steel mill where they were paying $7 an hour. That didn't appeal to me because I knew some friends whose dads worked there and they said it was hotter than hell inside those huge buildings. How about the BOP Plant at Leeds, not faraway. They built Buicks, Olds and Pontiacs. Well, I knew you had to be 18 and I didn't want to wait, I wanted to get on a ship where I could see the world, a tramp steamer. The idea appealed to me. I had just read Orwell's Down and Out In London and Paris and I figured Paris would be a great place to be down and out in, if only I could get there. Yes, I could start painting, meet a French woman, hang out in bistros and cabarets and have fun. And sooner or later, I would become famous, like that guy with the big nose that went to Tahiti and painted island women barely clad. Yes.
trampsteamer 2 fortconnolly
iancoombe.tripod.com/index.html
references for photos posted in this set
Uploaded by roberthuffstutter on 13 Sep 10, 5.37AM PDT.
Back in the mid 1950s when I was a restless teenager and bored as hell with Kansas City, I wanted to get out of town and start living. I soon learned, passing Lawrence, Kansas, that I was going to have get a hell of a lot farther than Lawrence, Kansas to start seeing the world. And I had heard about tramp steamers. My English teacher back then, Mr. Smith, had mentioned the romance of the world of tramp steamers, so when I got home from my little trip to Lawrence without meeting any college cheerleaders, I started reading about tramp steamers and where I could find one that would sign me on so I could get to Hong Kong or Yokohama to start having some fun. Work? Sure, yes, I could work, I was young, and though not a giant, I could lift boxes and toss them up and aft and wherever, the kind of work I assumed would make up the life of a seaman.
Where does one go to find a tramp steamer I asked myself as I researched the library's reference section. No, I couldn't get to some English seaport to catch a steamer, besides they probably had all the help they needed. Was I longshoreman? I was barely a teenager, but maybe I could become a cabinboy. Afterall, didn't all the Naval heros start out as cabinboys, at least before we became free from the English? Going out of the country wouldn't work. I would have to find a port city in the USA to sign on. My aunt told me I should reconsider, finish school, get a real job. I wouldn't want to end up as a truckdriver would I? She said I would need a good education if I wanted to make more than $5 or $6 dollars an hour. I ought to try to get on at the steel mill where they were paying $7 an hour. That didn't appeal to me because I knew some friends whose dads worked there and they said it was hotter than hell inside those huge buildings. How about the BOP Plant at Leeds, not faraway. They built Buicks, Olds and Pontiacs. Well, I knew you had to be 18 and I didn't want to wait, I wanted to get on a ship where I could see the world, a tramp steamer. The idea appealed to me. I had just read Orwell's Down and Out In London and Paris and I figured Paris would be a great place to be down and out in, if only I could get there. Yes, I could start painting, meet a French woman, hang out in bistros and cabarets and have fun. And sooner or later, I would become famous, like that guy with the big nose that went to Tahiti and painted island women barely clad. Yes.
trampsteamer 2 fortconnolly
iancoombe.tripod.com/index.html
references for photos posted in this set
Uploaded by roberthuffstutter on 13 Sep 10, 5.37AM PDT.
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
DoubleTang
DoubleTang
Two P-51 Mustangs are better than one! Ted Koston, photographer. © Koston Photography. All rights reserved.
Uploaded by Koston Photography on 4 Jul 10, 12.13PM PDT.
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They helped us win the airspace that helped us win the war in Europe during WWII. How much do our students know about WWII history in today's classrooms?
Two P-51 Mustangs are better than one! Ted Koston, photographer. © Koston Photography. All rights reserved.
Uploaded by Koston Photography on 4 Jul 10, 12.13PM PDT.
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They helped us win the airspace that helped us win the war in Europe during WWII. How much do our students know about WWII history in today's classrooms?
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