I felt like painting a quick digital doodle of a lion, so I did. A quick twenty minutes of sploshing a bit of digital colour here and there, with a few layers thrown into the mix, and a dash of artistic licence brought me to this result here, which I’m quite pleased with.
I then tweaked it slightly in Photoshop Elements, just to make it stand out a little more.
And then, I went one stage further and then decided to stop.
It was only a quick doodle, after all!
With imaginary views
And imaginary waters
Reflecting imaginary hues
Atop imaginary hills
And imaginary sunsets
With imaginary feels
It’s a stormy debate
That doesn’t mar the taste
And the silence of a few letters doesn’t help
You still fry the batter
Which way – doesn’t matter
Whole or with a hole, please yourself
The star of the show
Is a sweet round of dough
A glorious gift filled with all manner of guilt
Draft a line in the sand
Decide where you stand
And then use your choice up to the hilt
Some use the ‘ugh’
Whereas others do not…
The charge being neither is wrong
Donut or doughnut
Just don’t eat a lot
You’ll feel wired and not very strong!
This post is also in response to a little mini challenge set by Sharon over at Make Art… Magic Happens.
It’s One Word Sunday once again, and this week Debbie’s theme is ‘Mask’.
Just as in yesterday’s post (where I didn’t have a photo of a snow-covered car and used one of me instead) I have absolutely no photos of masks whatsoever, but then I remembered that whenever I post a Selfie of myself (I’m so bad at taking Selfies), only the top of my head appears in shot, the rest of my face ‘masked’ by not actually being there to start off with!
So, for today’s photo, it’s a Selfie. Once again.
Visit Debbie’s site for more interpretations of the theme – there’s bound to be a mask or two somewhere!
I had a surreal start on Thursday morning. I left the Mansion at my usual time (around six thirty) to go to work. The traffic was building up slowly on the roads – it wasn’t too busy but there was enough traffic so as you would know the day was getting under way. It was a grey morning, and wet with a drizzly rain. I turned a corner, and trundling the other way was a car covered in six inches of snow (I was going to say six feet, but that would have been a little of an over exaggeration – I’m not well clued up on feet and inches, but I do know one from the other!). This one car was the only vehicle covered in snow. The others – both moving and stationary – were clear. I checked the temperature – six degrees – and thought it was too warm for snow.
It obviously wasn’t too warm for snow, otherwise the snow on this one vehicle would have begun falling off it like an avalanche as it melted, but it seemed stuck solid to the car.
At the traffic lights, which were on red and meant a wait of sixty seconds or longer, I kept my eyes peeled for other snow-covered vehicles and there were none. The pavements were clear. The grass verges, hedges, walls – everything was clear. Only this one vehicle was buried beneath the snow. Most surreal.
I found out later, that the surrounding counties had had more snow flurries, and it was apparently just my little section of Cheshire that was clear.
I do like the odd mystery every now and then, but not at that time of the day!
(I didn’t have to time to take a photo of the lone snow-topped car, hence there isn’t a photo to be used for this post. Instead, I’ll use one of me pondering. I have that look quite a lot!)
A surreal Six Word Saturday post.