Crow Shape Shifter

How Now, Polychrome Cow? UPDATE

The Lone Cow of the Apocalypse?

Nope, just me fooling around in Picasa. I liked this picture for the shapes and thought to accentuate them by going to black and white.

Of course it didn't end there. I found "Ghost Cow with Red Gate"...

And "Brooding Cow with Green Gate."

"Political Cow Ignoring Noisy Background"

"Staffordshire Plate Cow"

and

"True Blue Cow"

No cows tomorrow  -- I promise.

And just for Katy G....

Fooling Around With Fish

Dreamscope

Barbara W. on Facebook started it.

She's the one who introduced me to DREAMSCOPE. 

So I've been experimenting with the different filters on some recent pictures.

I seem to be drawn to the more geometric and abstract treatments . . .

But this one below (called Trippy) is pretty cool too -- if not downright terrifying.

I can quit anytime I want to.

Photo Phun ( I DO Love Color!

Hi Def Citrus -- Not a Rapper

Talking Heads - FAQ

One of the things I warned folks in my workshop to avoid was Talking Heads.

Talking Heads occurs when there is a long stretch of dialogue during which we don’t ‘see’ the speakers. In this conversation below, there are only TAGS.  Tags tell us who said what and even how they said it but we still don't really 'see' the speakers.

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“So what do you want to do?” asked Alice.

“I don’t care,” Tom replied.

“Ice-skating? Or shall we go to the rodeo?”

“Boring,” Tom groaned. “Let’s take the hovercraft over to the island.”

“Oh, no, there are eels in the hovercraft! Why don’t we work on adapting Handel’s Messiah to ragtime.”

“We already did that last week.”

 ***

  

Sprinkle a few BEATS (phrases describing the speaker's actions) into this same dialogue and we can find out what’s really going on.:

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 “So what do you want to do?” Alice ran her finger along Tom’s well-muscled arm.

He caught her hand in his, brought it to his lips, and nibbled gently at her fingertips. “I don’t care.”

Alice managed a breathless whisper. “Ice-skating? Or shall we go to the rodeo?”

“Boring,” Tom began to stroke her thigh, letting his hand creep a little higher with each pass. “Let’s take the hovercraft over to the island.”

“Oh, no, there are eels in the hovercraft!” Arching her back, Alice began to move to the rhythm of his caresses. “Why don’t we work on adapting Handel’s Messiah to ragtime?”

Tom looked up from removing her lacy panties. “We already did that last week.”

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 Much more visual, don't you think?