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Solo

Posted on May 3, 2013February 10, 2016 by Marion Driessen

My second entry in the 6WSC, theme music:

~ TIN HEARTBEAT RENDERS RHYTHM OF LIFE ~

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This musician played in Barcelona, all by himself, at a quiet spot in a park. He created magical sounds and rhythms with this metal music instrument and had me listening for a long while. Does anyone know what this instrument is called?

Update: my friend from The Life and Times of a Leo Woman has found more information: it seems to be a Hang Drum. Take a minute to listen to its voice…

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Border hopping, Haiku, Photo, Photo challenge, Poems

Travel theme: Smoke and Mirrors

Posted on March 30, 2013 by Marion Driessen

Did you know that March 29th is Smoke and Mirrors Day? The origin of this day, which celebrates all things magical and illusory, is suitably shrouded in mystery, but what a great theme it provides. Ailsa dares us once more to share our creations in photography.

Here is my magic:

nothing ever is

as it seems, because of screens

of smoke and mirrors

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Biker Witch, Culture/History, Personal, Photo

Like Mother, Like Daughter

Posted on March 20, 2013March 20, 2013 by Marion Driessen

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Look familiar? 😉

Culture/History, Personal, Photo, Six Word Saturday

Memories in black & white

Posted on March 16, 2013March 16, 2013 by Marion Driessen

My Saturday in six words:

~ TAXES, GET LOST! DIGGING UP MEMORIES. ~

My family from my mother's side. Hey, where's my kid sister? ;) Not arrived yet.

My First Communion, together with my grandparents. In the background (on the left) you can see the house where my parents still live.

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Yesterday, I posted a poem for my dear mother on my Dutch blog, Doldriest: Mom, can I be a child once more? In search of an illustration for that poem, I opened my photo album which I hadn’t seen in years. And found these jewels. So many memories… so in stead of doing my taxes, I’m lost in the past.

Will you search for sweet old memories today too?

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Art, Haiku, Photo

They have become one

Posted on February 21, 2013June 22, 2024 by Marion Driessen

connected in dance

movement of elegant grace

they have become one

Haiku, Photo, Photo challenge, Poems, Sunday Post

Sunday Post: Ongoing

Posted on February 11, 2013 by Marion Driessen

in muted horror

ongoing wars wreck the world

will they ever stop?

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Biker Witch, Haiku, Photo, Photo challenge, Poems

Graceful Concept

Posted on December 10, 2012March 5, 2013 by Marion Driessen

representation

of power and invention

in graceful concept

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It looks like a motorbike, it has the feel of a motorbike. But it still is only a concept and will never hit the roads full power.

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Weekly Photo Challenge: Near and Far

Posted on September 7, 2012September 8, 2012 by Marion Driessen

We’re excited about this week’s photo challenge, near and far, and hope it inspires you to play with perspective, which can give sweeping images of beautiful locations more oomph and power. Perspective is what makes a flat two-dimensional image, such as a photograph, appear like it is three-dimensional. To create this effect, you can use features like diagonal lines, which converge within the frame and literally suck in the viewer.

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In this photo, the cemetery of the Congregation of Mission House Saint Franciscus Xaverius in Teteringen, The Netherlands. The cemetery is now integrated in a golf course, weird but fitting. The atmosphere is subdued and very quiet.

I was triggered by the rows of crosses, leading up to the big cross at the far end of these fathers’ last resting place.