Please Give Generously. The painter's song.

(Collection the author.)


Please give generously

To the guys who paint naked ladies

Got no money and I got no job

Wish I could say I was a working slob

Please give generously

To the guys who paint naked ladies

I can’t play the guitar very well

My singing voice it sure ain’t no hell

Please give generously

To the guys who paint naked ladies

Going downtown to the UIC

What do you know, but who should I see

Good old girl, never did me no harm

She don’t come around here no more

Please give generously

To the guys who paint naked ladies

I’m not asking for money for the song

I’m hoping you’ll pay me, just to shut up me up

Please give generously

To the guys who paint naked ladies, yeah,

Yeah, please give generously to the guys who paint naked ladies.

Yeah, Baby! To the guys who paint naked ladies

…c’mon, baby; throw somethin’ in the hat.


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Working with Paint.NET: digital effects.

This is a simple digital photo taken with with a Samsung ST-67 camera. effects used for this pic are fairly simple, I used Paint.NET. This includes the oil paintiing effect, and then I used the 'relief' effect. I might have sharpened it up a little. The blue sky was done using the fill tool, (the icon looks like a bucket,) and I spray painted a few small touch-ups here and there in brown and black. -louis

Star-Maker.

In the beginning there was a great void, and a darkness as black as pitch.

Silence prevailed.

As yet nothing moved.

Starmaker looked upon it and it was well.

One place is as good as another and Starmaker approved.

Time started up with a lurch, and plodded forwards.

Matter began to swirl.

Heat began to radiate and mass began to coalesce.

Fields of energy began to flow.

And a star began to grow.

Space bent, and time was deformed.

Lo and behold, a new star was born.

First it was one, and then another.

Swirling nodes of matter in space.

And nowhere is down, nowhere is sideways, no place is above.

The glowing clouds, the creation of a race.

Velocity, momentum, electrical force.

Vectors, and gravity, and magnetism, of course.

Air, and water, sunlight and topsoil, and love…

And forgiveness, and children, and mothers and dads.

A world with spiders, and walruses, and lions and doves.

A place with grass, and trees, and mud and rain.

A place so special, a place so unique, could never be created again.

Starmaker moves on, the labour of continuous creation never done.


Note:

A French-language version of the poem appears at 'Les Shalako.'

Life is a garden.

"No man, you gotta keep going. What am I gonna do, quit? That's not an option. You gotta keep on keepin on. Life's a garden, dig it and you make it work for you. You never give up man, that's my philosophy."

--David Spade as, 'Joe DIrt.'

With thanks: Read more: http://www.toomanyquotes.com/movies/joe-dirt#ixzz1vvtahU6x

Feral Irises.

Feral irises along the Howard Watson Trail.

The silver sea.

Photo by Louis. Camlachie, Ontario.

The actual subject is Lake Huron. The photo was taken with an HP-317E. The effects include sharpening, and embossing. This was done with an old Microsoft photo editor from about 1993.

Wildflowers in spring.