Butterfly, butterfly flying through the air,
flittering here and flittering there.
Landing on a flower just ahead,
your wings glow on a flower bed.
I imagine my grandma’s flowers with color,
each one is unique, not like the other.
It was in the spring with fragrance everywhere,
it was happy times without a care.
In backyard I did climb a tree,
hurt my hand with a twig, I did scream.
Rushed to the doctors really fast,
they put stitches in, they didn’t last.
Found memories of bread baking in air,
a special time I did share.
with Grandmother who is special and sweet,
she made all kinds of goodies and treats.
Like marsh mellows with fruit and whip topping too,
I liked eating it after my dinner was through.
Memories of the farm I will remember,
like Christmas time in December.

By Suzae Chevalier

Typical farm

This is the barn right in my Grandmothers back yard. Grandma’s House Series 3rd photog.

This is taken with a 70’s filter effect. This is another photo taken out of the Grandma’s house series. Hope you all enjoy so far.

This is my first photo entry. This is a picture of my grandmothers facet. Hope you enjoy my photos and thanks.

staceythinx:

These incredibly detailed images of eyes aren’t photos. They’re oil paintings from Marc Quinn’s 2009 exhibition Iris (We share our chemistry with the stars).

About the exhibition:

These round canvases each depict in gigantic scale the iris of a human eye – turbulently streaked and spotted, suffused with bright colors, and highly individual. Although photo- realistic, the disembodied images might equally serve as renditions of whirling interstellar space.

Recurring themes in Quinn’s work – the body and identity, flesh and the spirit – are ex- amined at their foundation: since pre-Biblical times the eyes have been likened to repre- sentations of the soul. Quinn considers the eyes to be “doors of perception… the link bet- ween us and the world”. As in the seminal work “Self” from 1991 – in which the Artist’s head was cast in his own blood and frozen – these irises show Quinn’s fascination with bringing the inside out; “they are like a leakage of the vivid interior world of the body to the monochrome world of the skin”.

Holiday gift alert! You can now buy an Iris scarf.

Only 17 more days until Christmas, so I’m going to treat everyone with “Merry Christmas From The White Stripes”. This first song which is the A side of this album is Meg White singing Slient Night while Jack is helping her through it. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d3f52hMEbbk. This second song is off the B side of this same album, it is Jack White reading “The Story Of The Magi.” Passage from the Gospel of Matthew. Hope you enjoy it as much as I did all you Candy Cane Children!! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d3f52hMEbbk.

kevinseto:

John Fluevog - Idol - Jack [White] Boots