Nocturne

That night

Greetings, I hope you are keeping well. The artwork above was inspired by a photograph taken over a decade ago. What I have done is process it to resemble an oil painting, using software that employs a remote pad and stylus to imitate canvas and brushes. It makes for a very pleasing effect I think.

The night the pic was taken, I was visiting a local lake, supported by Luke, a strapping teenager at the time. When we got there, there was mud underfoot, the surrounding trees stood black against the sky, and glowing faintly, just above the lake, hung a tiny will-o’-the-wisp.

The quote below the title is from one of my martial arts teachers, and feels right for this post.

I want to thank all you kind readers who support this blog, with your uplifting comments, your likes, and your own highly inspiring blogs; so well worth every visit. Simply, thank you.

I hope to return soon. Until then, may the rain fall gently on your fields.

Peace from Amras.

“Finally, may we indeed, keep in our hearts, that our humble blogs are the spirits that keep the World Wide Web humane. Let us use this gift to flourish as people! Let us cherish one another! And be thankful for one another, because at some point, we touch our respective lives.”  ~ Aina Balagtas https://poemsmelodiesandme.wordpress.com

Photo Art © Francis Moloney.

 

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The Gift of Flowers

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Namaste dear readers, it seems that the primal cosmic kindnesses of shining sun and sky couldn’t wait for another day to display their love for the gardens of the earth. Or to put it another way, the sun came out and the gardens awoke; always a big deal in England.

I grabbed my stick, donned my hat, and took these pics to share with you. I sincerely hope you like them.

Along with my thanks to readers, I wish to thank *Salvino D’Armate, for inventing spectacles, without which, I, and many of you, I dare say, would not even be able to read this post, or ever enjoy the gift of flowers.

I wish you Peace in perpetuity, Amras.

 

 The world is dying

only for the people

who strive to kill it,

But for the people

who love and care

for the world, it is

just being born.

~ “For Dad” by Luke Moloney (aged six.)

 

 

* I wonder what he’s doing now.

Photography ©Francis Moloney.