I want everybody possible to look at the photos and vote, but I don't want it to be forgotten about...
Anyway, would people be in favour of closing voting earlier...say, on the 24th or something?
Photo Competition
Actually, maybe we should end voting before then?
I want everybody possible to look at the photos and vote, but I don't want it to be forgotten about...
Anyway, would people be in favour of closing voting earlier...say, on the 24th or something?
I want everybody possible to look at the photos and vote, but I don't want it to be forgotten about...
Anyway, would people be in favour of closing voting earlier...say, on the 24th or something?
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Originally posted by Gruntboy
HLD, you're such an untouchable, moral man.
You're too kind, Gruntboy.
But the fact of the matter is that if I vote for myself, I come off looking like a schmuck, and if I vote for other people, I torpedo my own chances of winning (even though some of the other entrants are far and away better than anything I could ever produce). So I choose to abstain (from voting in this contest).
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HighLordDave
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I am bumping this thread to see if frogus will declare winners and award prizes. I also have a story about one of my photos which really doesn't have any bearing on the artistic merit of the entry, but it has some sentimental value to me.
My colour, non-figurative entry was titled "The Ice Pond" and I took it in October when I was in Cohasset, MA for my aunt's funeral. She lived in a small New England town south of Boston across the bay near Quincy. It's become quite a yuppie suburb but when they moved there, it was just a sleepy town on the coast and I used to visit my aunt, uncle and cousins on an infrequent basis. The town itself has buildings and houses that date back to the colonial era and they house they lived in was at one time the servants quarters to a larger house that was built during the Gilded Age.
If you look out the bay window of Aunt Susie's kitchen or go out to the back porch, there is a magnificent view of a salt marsh and an old farm that is still in use as an organic farm and children's learning center. I visited my cousins a number of times over the years and if we were up during the winter they would take me and whichever of my siblings made the trip back behind the farm to a secluded area of the woods where someone had dammed up a creek to form the Ice Pond. The pond itself is probably two hundred feet wide, fifty feet across and maybe six feet deep in the middle.
We used it for ice skating; of course, being a Florida boy, I wasn't very good and spent a lot of time getting cold and wet. However, back when the pond was created, the owner of the farm would wait until the pond froze solid in the winter, then cut blocks of ice out of it then pack it away in some sort of storage facility so there would be ice well into summer.
Aunt Susie was a local painter of some repute and one of the first paintings she sold was of the Ice Pond. It is my understanding that it is hanging in the lobby of some building in downtown Boston, so if you're in Beantown and you see a painting called "The Ice Pond" chances are that you're looking at her work.
The last time I saw her was at my brother's wedding in March. My mother called in June and told me that she had some sort of intestinal cancer that was spreading very aggressively and eventually made its way into her spinal fluid and brain. She died in early October and after her funeral, my mom, brother, sister and I made the quiet walk from her house to the Ice Pond to see one of the places that Aunt Susie made special for us.
My colour, non-figurative entry was titled "The Ice Pond" and I took it in October when I was in Cohasset, MA for my aunt's funeral. She lived in a small New England town south of Boston across the bay near Quincy. It's become quite a yuppie suburb but when they moved there, it was just a sleepy town on the coast and I used to visit my aunt, uncle and cousins on an infrequent basis. The town itself has buildings and houses that date back to the colonial era and they house they lived in was at one time the servants quarters to a larger house that was built during the Gilded Age.
If you look out the bay window of Aunt Susie's kitchen or go out to the back porch, there is a magnificent view of a salt marsh and an old farm that is still in use as an organic farm and children's learning center. I visited my cousins a number of times over the years and if we were up during the winter they would take me and whichever of my siblings made the trip back behind the farm to a secluded area of the woods where someone had dammed up a creek to form the Ice Pond. The pond itself is probably two hundred feet wide, fifty feet across and maybe six feet deep in the middle.
We used it for ice skating; of course, being a Florida boy, I wasn't very good and spent a lot of time getting cold and wet. However, back when the pond was created, the owner of the farm would wait until the pond froze solid in the winter, then cut blocks of ice out of it then pack it away in some sort of storage facility so there would be ice well into summer.
Aunt Susie was a local painter of some repute and one of the first paintings she sold was of the Ice Pond. It is my understanding that it is hanging in the lobby of some building in downtown Boston, so if you're in Beantown and you see a painting called "The Ice Pond" chances are that you're looking at her work.
The last time I saw her was at my brother's wedding in March. My mother called in June and told me that she had some sort of intestinal cancer that was spreading very aggressively and eventually made its way into her spinal fluid and brain. She died in early October and after her funeral, my mom, brother, sister and I made the quiet walk from her house to the Ice Pond to see one of the places that Aunt Susie made special for us.
Jesus saves! And takes half damage!
If brute force doesn't work, you're not using enough.
If brute force doesn't work, you're not using enough.
