CMunzel

I’ve always been fascinated to see artists working in their “studios” so I appreciate this photo of you painting:  seeing how you hold your palette, the big brush and the other paraphernalia of your art. 

I may regret this but I’ll have a go. 

I failed uploading my photo. Something to do with managing my attachments. 
 

It’s Johns turn to choose theme for #146, yeah?

Im interested in Sawangee who you refer to, Fuji. I couldn’t find any info about this person with a quick Google search. 

Love your image of a ewe with her twins sitting in a shady spot: a very English scene from my perspective. Well done.

I’ve only just came across this thread and am so glad I did. I appreciate you sharing your silverpoint & water colour drawings & paintings, Fuji. Love your commitment to mastering the silver point techniques (which I have only the vaguest understanding of) and how you use your street photography portraits as starting points. it’s great to see the photo and the drawing that came from it. I hope you keep posting as it’s fascinating. 

Congratulations Rick. I so feel the peace when I look at your photo of a sleeping baby. There is nothing so welcome at times.

I think I fell down on my duties in closing the voting in a timely way. I should have closed it yesterday at midday (Australian Standard time) but was out. By the time I got home it was midnight.

Thank you to the staff who picked up on the late vote and announced the winner. If I get another at it, I'll pre-set the closing day/time to save the confusion.  Good idea to add this to the rules for us new at setting the voting up.

Please clarify one thing that confuses me here is Australia. when I set the closing time, will it automatically be right for you all in the UK? 

Entries closed. Gotta pop out so will set up voting shortly.

Umm sorry, I should have been a bit more specific: entries accepted until midnight Friday 30 March. This time zone business is a bit confusing. Good luck.

The Weekly Challenge theme is "Peace". The theme is open to your interpretation. All images accepted old or new. Entries accepted until Friday 30 March UK time (or midday 31 March EST Australia) after which a poll will be set up for voting until midnight Friday 6 April.

some very diverse interpretations of the theme, Peace, which is great. Voting now until Friday 6 April midnight. (UK time)

Thank you very much.I'm chuffed. 

 Graffiti, Melbourne

On 10/03/2018 at 10:23, Clicker said:

MY ENTRY AT 23.51... Now withdrawn

 

Pity it was late, Clicker, cos it was my favourite. My partner, who is a collector of rusty objects, reckoned it was a top photo.

I stopped to look it also. Fascinating. Good choice. 

Great to see photos of you all. Thanks for sharing. 

What a great story!

On 23/10/2017 at 03:06, Korky said:

I thought this entry might need an explanation............

My late Uncle Stanley, a strange man who loved a laugh and a practical joke, once took my two cousins and myself camping on Manglethwaite Moor at Halloween. We pitched camp in a copse of ancient oaks, where we cooked sausages, drank hot Vimto, played games and sang mucky songs until it was time for us kids to retire to our enormous, grey canvas tent while Uncle Stanley made his way to The Hairy Noggin in order to shift five pints of Gusset Scratcher and four pickled eggs.

At about twenty-past midnight, my cousins and me were all still wide awake and acting the gobbin when we heard what we were sure was Uncle Stanley rolling home three sheets to the wind. At first we heard him singing, then as he approached our canvas he relieved himself of at least two pints up against an oak tree. He farted loud enough to raise a corpse and then all went eerily quiet as we tried to pretend we were asleep. It was then that we heard the noise……

It started quietly, almost like the yap of a small terrier, but within twenty seconds it had risen to a loud growl and twenty seconds after that it became a horrible, blood curdling scream. The scream carried on for maybe half a minute, then stopped suddenly as we became aware of a creature walking around the outside of the tent and scratching the canvas with its talons. It was then that we heard the voice…..

“Any silly young buggers in there?” The voice clearly belonged to Uncle Stanley and it gave us such a sense of relief that we all began to laugh loudly and were almost instantly back to acting the gobbin.

“Are you bevvied up, Uncle Stanley?” shouted cousin Gerald.

“Have you brought us some chips?” enquired cousin Wilfred.

“Uncle Stanley, can I take your photograph?” I asked. “Mum’s borrowed me her camera an’ if you stick yer head through the canvas I’ll take a quick snap. Pull a daft face an’ it’ll look beltin’ when the photos come back from t’ chemist.”

“Course you can, Korky, let me make it easy for ya.” Uncle Stanley’s hand wiggled through the slit in the front canvas. “Focus yer lens on my hand and then when yer ready I’ll shift my hand and stick my head through the canvas. Bingo, there’s yer pic. Yer mum’ll love it.”

Chuffed to bits with this opportunity, I removed the tiny Boots 126 camera from my rucksack, gave the lens a quick buff on the bit of my jumper that didn’t have splotches of tomato soup and promptly zoned in on Uncle Stanley’s hand still wiggling through the front canvas.

“OK, Uncle Stan, I’m ready. Should we count to three?”

“Yeah, great idea, you lads count to three and then I’ll do the funny face” Ready?”

“One.” We were giggling uncontrollably. 

“Two”. By ‘eck, this was more fun than brickin’ windows at Dobber’s Mill.

“Three.” We all held our breath as our uncle pushed his head through the canvas with an unexpected ferocity. He gave out an ear-splitting screech that carried across the moor as both cousins screamed and dived to the back of the tent leaving me to stand my ground and take the picture. We were truly wazzing ourselves as the camera’s flash fired and I captured for posterity what would become our family’s favourite photograph of a dear old, wacky old, boozy old uncle.

Seconds later, Uncle Stan stepped into the tent, removed his rubber mask, gave a drunken chuckle and said “Hey up, lads, I hope y’all brought clean underpants.”

 

Uncle Stanley - Halloween 1958

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Great topic. Well done with your win.

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