Wednesday, January 12, 2011

The Dom Cathedral (Kölner Dom) in Cologne, Germany WWII, May 10th, 1945. "Trolley Missions"...Kölner Dom in Köln, Deutschland WWII, 10. Mai 1945. "Trolley-Missionen"

WHY DID THE CATHEDERAL REMAIN IN THE MIDST OF THE RUTHLESS DESTRUCTION?

Thinking more about this incredible photo, reading the comments and pondering over the ruins, I find myself becoming more of a pacifist with age. What is it about the nature of man that has caused such ruination? No, it is not every man, for sure. I tell myself that if the world of men before me had my sense of respect for life, the history of the world would be different. No, I am not alone in my pacitivity; most of the men who live in contemporary society surely feel the same. So, what is the excuse for such rubble? It was not, we know, the rubble that was the initial cause for the destruction--it was to put an end to the evil forces who were hiding in the city. Bombs were dropped to stop the production of weapons, for sure, but such utter distruction?

Why did the cathederal remain amid all of the ruin? Was it because some of the warriors had respect for life as taught by the church in their early youth?
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The Dom Cathedral (Kölner Dom) in Cologne, Germany WWII, May 10th, 1945. "Trolley Missions"...Kölner Dom in Köln, Deutschland WWII, 10. Mai 1945. "Trolley-Missionen"

Uploaded by David C. Foster on 13 Dec 07, 2.45PM PST.

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

TRAINS HEADING WEST TO CALIFORNIA

TRAINS HEADING WEST TO CALIFORNIA
We are blessed to have the freedom to travel when and where we choose.

Uploaded by roberthuffstutter on 11 Jan 11, 12.18PM PST.

Thursday, January 6, 2011

Wanda_Jackson


Wanda_Jackson
Originally uploaded by roberthuffstutter
NUMBER 1 SINGER IN JAPAN 1959 & 1960...her hit, "Fujiama Mama" hit the charts as number one for many months. I recall many bands of Japanese musicians who were playing the club circuit who changed from tux to country and western threads. They received standing ovations for their rendition of "Fujiyama Mama" and usually followed it with a repeat, an encore.

en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wanda_Jackson

Uploaded by roberthuffstutter on 6 Jan

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From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
Born October 20, 1937 (1937-10-20) (age 73)
Origin Maud, Oklahoma and Oklahoma City, Oklahoma
Genres rockabilly, country, gospel
Occupations singer-songwriter
Instruments Vocals, Guitar
Years active 1954 – present
Labels Decca Records
Capitol Records
CMH Records
Associated acts Hank Thompson, Billy Gray, Rosie Flores
Website Wanda Jackson.com
Wanda Lavonne Jackson (born October 20, 1937) is an American singer and guitarist who had success in the mid-1950s and 60s as one of the first popular female rockabilly singers and a pioneering rock and roll artist.[1] She is known to many as the First Lady (or Queen) of Rockabilly.

Jackson mixed country music with fast-moving rockabilly, often recording them on opposite sides of a record.[2] As rockabilly declined in popularity in the mid-1960s, she moved to a successful career in mainstream country music with a string of hits between 1966 and 1973, including "Tears Will Be the Chaser for Your Wine", "A Woman Lives for Love" and "Fancy Satin Pillows".

She has enjoyed a resurgence of popularity among rockabilly revivalists in Europe, and was inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame as an Early Influence on April 4, 2009.[3][4]


[edit] Biography[edit] Early lifeWanda Jackson was born in Maud, Oklahoma on October 20, 1937, but has lived much of her life in Oklahoma City. Her father, a musician, moved the family to California during the 1940s in hopes of a better life.[2] Two years later, he bought Jackson a guitar and encouraged her to play. He also took her to see performances by Spade Cooley, Tex Williams and Bob Wills, which left a lasting impression.[1] In 1948, when she was 11, the family moved back to Oklahoma. In 1956, she won a talent contest which led to her own radio program, soon extended by 30 minutes.[5]

Jackson began her professional career while still attending Capitol Hill High School[6] in Oklahoma City after being discovered by Hank Thompson in 1954,[1][1] who heard her singing on local station KLPR-AM[7] and invited her to perform with his band, the Brazos Valley Boys. She recorded a few songs on their label, Capitol Records, including "You Can't Have My Love", a duet with Thompson's bandleader, Billy Gray. The song was released as a single in 1954 and reached No. 8 on the country chart. Jackson asked Capitol to sign her, but was turned down by producer Ken Nelson who told her, "Girls don't sell records." Instead, she signed with Decca Records.[2]

[edit] 1955–1959: Early careerAfter graduating from high school, Jackson began to tour with her father as manager and chaperon.[1] She often shared the bill with Elvis Presley, who encouraged Jackson to sing rockabilly. She was a cast member of ABC-TV's Ozark Jubilee in Springfield, Missouri from 1955–1960, and in 1956 she signed with Capitol, recording a number of singles mixing country with rock and roll. "I Gotta Know", released in 1956, peaked at No. 15.[5][8][9]

During the 1950s, Jackson's stage outfits were often designed by her mother. Unlike traditional clothing worn by female country music singers of the time, she wore fringe dresses, high heels and long earrings; and has claimed she was the first female to put "glamor into country music."[1]

She continued to record more rockabilly singles through the decade with producer Ken Nelson. Jackson insisted that Nelson make her records sound like those of label mates Gene Vincent and The Blue Caps. Nelson brought in many experienced and popular session players, including rock and roll pianist Merill Moore and the then unknown Buck Owens. With a unique vocal style and upbeat material, Jackson created some of the most influential rock and roll music of the time.[10]

In the late 1950s, Jackson recorded and released a number of rockabilly songs, including "Hot Dog! That Made Him Mad," "Mean, Mean Man," "Fujiyama Mama" (which hit No. 1 in Japan) and "Honey Bop." She toured Japan in February and March 1959.

1960–1964: The Queen of RockabillyIn 1959, Jackson had a Top 40 pop hit with "Let's Have A Party", a song Presley had cut a year earlier.[5] She was headlining concerts with her own band, which she dubbed The Party Timers. Prominently featured were pianist Big Al Downing and guitarist Roy Clark, virtually unknown at the time.[10] A year later, she recorded more country-pop material with "Right Or Wrong", a No. 9 hit, and "In The Middle Of A Heartache", which peaked at No. 6 on the country chart.[1]

The unexpected success of her records led Capitol to release a number of albums composed of her 1950s material, including 1960's Rockin' with Wanda and There's a Party Goin' On, which included "Tongue Tied" and "Riot in the Cell Block #9". Her 1961 and 1962 albums, Right or Wrong and Wonderful Wanda, featured her two top ten country hits from 1961. In 1963, Jackson recorded a final album titled Two Sides of Wanda, which included both rock and roll and country music, including a cover of Jerry Lee Lewis' "Whole Lotta Shakin' Goin' On".[11]

1965–1979: Country and gospel hits and foreign language recordingIn 1965, Jackson made the move to country music as rockabilly declined in popularity, and had a string of Top 40 hits during the next ten years. In 1966, she released two singles that peaked in the country top 20, "Tears Will Be The Chaser For Your Wine" and "The Box It Came In".[1]

In early 1965, Jackson was invited by Capitol Records's German distribution partner, Electrola, to record in German. Jackson's German language debut single, Santo Domingo (b/w Morgen, ja morgen), recorded at Electrola's studios in Cologne, peaked at # 5 on the official German charts and at # 1 on the charts of Germany's most influential teen magazine, Bravo. In the first months following the chart success of Santo Domingo, Jackson also re-recorded some of her German songs in Dutch and Japanese. The success of Santo Domingo prompted the recording of eight further German language singles until 1968, which were also released on an album, Made in Germany. A last German single was recorded in 1970.

In 1967 she recorded two albums, and released a string of singles during the next few years that often asserted a fiery and violent persona, including 1969's "My Big Iron Skillet", a top 20 hit which threatened death or assault for cheating on a spouse.[10] In 1970 and 1971, she had her final top 20 country hits with "A Woman Lives For Love" and "Fancy Satin Pillows". Jackson was a premier attraction in Las Vegas and was twice nominated for a Grammy award. She had a syndicated television show, Music Village, from 1967-68.[1]

In the early 1970s, at her children's request, Jackson and her husband began to regularly attend church and discovered Christianity.[10] She began recording gospel songs and albums, including 1972's Praise the Lord on Capitol.[2] After Capitol dropped her, she recorded a number of albums for small religious labels and set up Evangelical church tours with her husband across the country. Jackson wanted to record a mix of country and gospel music for her albums; however, religious labels were not interested.[11]

1980–present: New beginningsIn the early 1980s, Jackson was invited to Europe to play and record rockabilly material when revivalists sought her out.[1] She regularly toured Scandinavia, England, and Germany during the decade; and influenced country artists including Pam Tillis, Jann Browne and Rosie Flores.[1] In 1995, she sang two duets with Flores on her 1995 album, Rockabilly Filly, and then embarked on a United States tour with her, her first American tour since the 1970s.[2]

In 2001, she played at the Rockabilly Festival in Jackson, Tennessee with Narvel Felts and Billy Haley and His Comets.[12] Her backup band was The Cadillac Angels (Tony Balbino, Mickey Chihuahua and Anders Stone). Despite her age, Jackson continued touring.[13] She was No. 35 on CMT's 2002 special, The 40 Greatest Women of Country Music.

In 2003, Jackson released her first studio album since the 1980s, Heart Trouble on CMH Records. The 16-track album included guest appearances by Elvis Costello, The Cramps and Rosie Flores.[14] in 2005, singer Amy LaVere portrayed a young Jackson in the Johnny Cash biopic, Walk the Line.[6]

On October 28, 2008, Jackson returned to England for an appearance at the London Rock 'n' Roll Festival with Jerry Lee Lewis and Linda Gail Lewis at the London Forum.[15]

In late 2009, it was announced that Jackson would start work on new recordings with Jack White.[16] The recording has since been completed and includes a cover of the Bob Dylan song, "Thunder on the Mountain".[17]

Jackson performed at the SXSW Music Festival in Austin, Texas in 2010 with her new backing band, Oklahoma based alt-country band The Green Corn Revival.[18]

On July 25, 2010 Jackson's song, "Funnel of Love" was featured as the music to the ending credits to the hit HBO show Entourage; season 7 episode 4.

Jackson appeared on BBC's- Jools Hollands Annual Hootenanny on the 31st of December 2010. She performed with Jools and his rhythm and blues orchestra. She covered Amy Winehouse's "You Know I'm No Good" as well as performing some of her own songs.

Personal lifeIn 1955, Jackson briefly dated Elvis Presley while on tour with him.[10][19] She married former IBM programmer Wendell Goodman in 1961, who has been, and continues to serve as, her manager. The couple had two children. She currently lives in Oklahoma City.[6]

RecognitionJackson is a member of the Rockabilly Hall of Fame and the Oklahoma Music and Oklahoma Country Music halls of fame, as well as the International Gospel and the German Music halls of fame.

She was nominated for induction into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in 2005 but was not elected.[20] In September 2008, she was nominated for a second time;[21] and was inducted on April 4, 2009 as an Early Influence.[4] She was the first addition to the category in nine years.

In 2009, Oklahoma City named an alley for her in the Bricktown entertainment district. "Wanda Jackson Way" was officially christened with a live performance by Jackson in her "Way" on September 30, 2009.

On September 9, 2010, she was given the Americana Lifetime Achievement Award for performance at the Ryman Auditorium in Nashville, TN. Jack White presented the award to her.

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Wednesday, January 5, 2011

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tn_IMGP7255
Originally uploaded by leylandmad
CAT WITH A CANDY STORE MUSTACHE IS UNIQUE IN WELLINGTON, NEW ZEALAND

If this cat is thinking about anything, it's probably about how well the cover matches his color, or perhaps he would like to write a short story if he could get the feel of the keyboard. Whatever, he has someting on his mind.

Note the cat's licorce mustache like the wax ones once sold in the candy stores.
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The saying goes, Dogs have masters, Cats have Slaves is most apt, here is Zoe (my sisters pampered cat) surveying her domain.

Uploaded by leylandmad on 27 Dec 10, 3.25PM PST.

Saturday, January 1, 2011

ANOTHER NICK LEONARD PHOTO



Originally uploaded by Nick Leonard
NICK IS AN UP AND COMING YOUNG PHOTOGRAPHER. His photographs are most amazing, most unique. Some are focused on the joys of a city full of fun and luck, Las Vegas, but some of his images focus on the seemy side of life, the images of the downtrodden. Here is my essay on Nick's shot of this supermarket cart.

Yes, that a supermarket basket is the vessel that holds one person's possessions on this voyage through life might seem sad, is sad, but is society to blame or is it simply lack of planning? Is it because of mental impairment, substance abuse, or perhaps someone who is simply "down on their luck?"

And if someone is down on their luck, can they do something to change that luck? America has more entitlement programs than most any other nation on earth. To be quite honest, it is possible that the owner of this vehicle could apply for a grant, food stamps, impoverished housing payments, a federal loan, or even a student loan to learn a skill. What is the problem then?

Is it an individual problem, then, or one that I should solve with my own bank account? Won't my taxes, used properly, take this individual back on a voyage to a more lucrative port?

Do not accuse me, please, of having no compassion; I have plenty of compassion, but I do not have enough money to solve this plight of the ship that hit the rocks. My best to whoever is the pilot or captain of this wayward vessel.
Uploaded by Nick Leonard on 22 May 10,

Odilon Redon - Breton Village at National Art Gallery Washington DC

This is my first glimpse of this work. Immediately, I was enthralled by the levels of color, the levels of the composition using the rooftops and the geometrics of the buildings. It is well put together with colors that are complimentary, colors that speak Breton, and it bespeaks an era that I would have chosen to be a part of, at least for awhile. This is definitely a work I would rather see on my wall rather than in the Smithsonian, at least for a few months out of the year.

Odilon Redon - Breton Village at National Art Gallery Washington DC
Odilon Redon - Breton Village, 1890

East Wing - National Art Gallery Washington DC

Uploaded by mbell1975 on 28 Dec 10, 12.19PM PST.

Friday, December 31, 2010

Weed


Weed
Originally uploaded by Artzy1
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.

Thursday, December 30, 2010

Homeless in Beijing subway


Homeless in Beijing subway
Originally uploaded by milkanen
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.

Wednesday, December 29, 2010

Huffstutter's original 1960 photo of Venice West Cafe, Calif

SOME THOUGHTS ABOUT THE VENICE BEACH OF 50 YEARS AGO

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


statueatgraveyard
Originally uploaded by Daan Verhoeven
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.

Tuesday, December 28, 2010

P1000675_cr_adj3


P1000675_cr_adj3
Originally uploaded by walk magazine
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

100_4625


100_4625
Originally uploaded by walk magazine
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,

Tuesday, December 21, 2010

Cathedral of Saint Basil, Moscow - Собор Василия Блаженного, Москва

BREATHTAKINGLY BEAUTIFUL, one of the best photographs I have viewed of this most unique cathederal. When I look at this symbol of Christianity in nation where religion was severly regulated by the State, I am spiritually lifted with the knowledge that services are once again held within this icon of Orthodox Christianity. My gratitude to Sir Francis Canker Jones for permission to publish this photograph in my online public blog.
Cathedral of Saint Basil, Moscow - Собор Василия Блаженного, Москва
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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

Saturday, December 18, 2010

PRESIDENT OBAMA'S VISIT TO TROOP IN AFGHANISTAN


PRESIDENT OBAMA
Originally uploaded by roberthuffstutter
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

Thursday, December 16, 2010

Card Samples...


Card Samples...
Originally uploaded by Amg-Arts
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.

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

Thursday, December 9, 2010

4th Ave. Army Navy


4th Ave. Army Navy
Originally uploaded by jimsawthat
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.

Junk car #1


Junk car #1
Originally uploaded by trbpix
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.

Tuesday, December 7, 2010

Flickr

This is a test post from flickr, a fancy photo sharing thing.

Monday, December 6, 2010

Desert house


Desert house
Originally uploaded by franvisions
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.

Saturday, December 4, 2010

THE ART ...


THE ART ...
Originally uploaded by mrbill78636
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/

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
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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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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 daysHE 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! :)


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