Tuesday, 17 February 2015
Monday, 16 February 2015
Sunday, 15 February 2015
Icy sunset
These icy masterpieces were sculptured by nature. Some of her installations don't last very long, but she's the ultimate artist. Still... We wouldn't be enjoying them without a talented photographer who seized the moment!
Saturday, 14 February 2015
Beautiful watercolours on Valentine's Day
View_From_Here discovered a Serbian artist called Endre Penovác and sent me some pictures. Being greedy, I had to google a few more delightful pictures to add to the post. Thank you, View_From_Here.
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| The artist's website is worth a visit |
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| HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY! |
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art,
valentine's day
Friday, 13 February 2015
The perfect man
CC sent us a joke! It's hilarious, thank you, CC.
A man walks out to the street and hails a taxi just going by.
He gets into the taxi, the cabbie says, "Perfect timing. You're just like Frank."
Passenger: "Who?"
Cabbie: "Frank Feldman... he's a guy who did everything right all the time. Like my coming along when you needed a cab, things happened like that to Frank Feldman every single time."
Passenger: "There are always a few clouds over everybody."
Cabbie: "Not Frank Feldman. He was a terrific athlete. He could have won the Grand Slam at tennis. He could golf with the pros. He sang like an opera baritone, and danced like a Broadway star. And you should have heard him play the piano! He was an amazing guy."
Passenger: "Sounds like he was somebody really special."
Cabbie: "Oh hell there's more. He had a memory like a computer. He remembered everybody's birthday. He knew all about wine, which foods to order, and which fork to eat it with. And he could fix anything. Not like me, I change a fuse, and the whole street blacks out. But Frank Feldman, he could do everything right."
Passenger: "Wow, some guy then."
Cabbie: "He always knew the quickest way to go in traffic and avoid traffic jams. Not like me, I always seem to get stuck in them. But Frank, he never made mistakes, and he really knew how to treat a woman and make her feel good. He would never argue back, even if she was in the wrong; and his clothing was always immaculate, shoes highly polished too. He was the perfect man! I never knew him to make a mistake! No one could ever measure up to Frank Feldman."
Passenger: "An amazing fellow. How did you meet him?"
Cabbie: "Well. I never actually met Frank. He died, and I married his f+%$#*g widow!
A man walks out to the street and hails a taxi just going by.
He gets into the taxi, the cabbie says, "Perfect timing. You're just like Frank."
Passenger: "Who?"
Cabbie: "Frank Feldman... he's a guy who did everything right all the time. Like my coming along when you needed a cab, things happened like that to Frank Feldman every single time."
Passenger: "There are always a few clouds over everybody."
Cabbie: "Not Frank Feldman. He was a terrific athlete. He could have won the Grand Slam at tennis. He could golf with the pros. He sang like an opera baritone, and danced like a Broadway star. And you should have heard him play the piano! He was an amazing guy."
Passenger: "Sounds like he was somebody really special."
Cabbie: "Oh hell there's more. He had a memory like a computer. He remembered everybody's birthday. He knew all about wine, which foods to order, and which fork to eat it with. And he could fix anything. Not like me, I change a fuse, and the whole street blacks out. But Frank Feldman, he could do everything right."
Passenger: "Wow, some guy then."
Cabbie: "He always knew the quickest way to go in traffic and avoid traffic jams. Not like me, I always seem to get stuck in them. But Frank, he never made mistakes, and he really knew how to treat a woman and make her feel good. He would never argue back, even if she was in the wrong; and his clothing was always immaculate, shoes highly polished too. He was the perfect man! I never knew him to make a mistake! No one could ever measure up to Frank Feldman."
Passenger: "An amazing fellow. How did you meet him?"
Cabbie: "Well. I never actually met Frank. He died, and I married his f+%$#*g widow!
Thursday, 12 February 2015
Wednesday, 11 February 2015
Tuesday, 10 February 2015
Monday, 9 February 2015
Sunday, 8 February 2015
Black & White fashion
When I did the post about 1950's fashion, I came across many pictures by the eccentric British photographer Norman Parkinson. I had too many photos for that one, so I saved these for a new post.
[Fashion posts make me think of CC and Amy...]
Black:
White:
Curiosity: the model in the middle of the black and of the white pictures is Parkinson's third wife, Wenda Rodgerson. Here she is again, in a very lovely photo:
Labels:
fashion,
photography
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