Golden ducks

Recently I have so admired the artistic results of blippers tinting their photos I have spent many hours trying to delight myself tinting my own.

Tinting is quite an art. Or there is a matter-of-fact approach I have not discovered yet that may do it every time, perhaps achieve in a few seconds the wonderful results I have seen here in blipfoto land. Emotionally, those results range in effect (on me) across a spectrum ... poignant, mellow, startling, amusing, dramatic, wistful and more. I have loved your tinted photographs. They are intimate and revealing, sharing and caring, introspective and retrospective works of art. My dear relative sydbin has inspired me with his use from time to time of tint. By inspired, I mean the reflective thought has re-occurred 'I can learn to do that like that surely.'

If every one of the tinters tinting spent half the time I have over the last few weeks trying to excite myself using tint, we have burned collectively our way through a number of calendars.

Today I went to the lagoon with a raft of considerations on my mind. There I found in myself a place eventually that I could sit down on the grass at duck level. How hard we find it to let go of our requirement of ourselves to be elsewhere is perhaps a useful way of measuring stress. How could I not force the issue. The ducks in their families that include babies now grown into young 'uns seemed to be having a works picnic including water sports.

The result here I have achieved of interpretation using tint means a personal lot to me. Transforming these companions into a mono gave me opportunity to better admire their meaning and form. Golden ducks as if they are dipped in a liquid gold to make sculpted ducks. Maybe there are sculptors who might see these golden ducks and enjoy the thought I have had of transformation of these now gold shapes into a solid form that can be revisited. More extraordinary run-on and unexpected consequences have been a result of our sharing our human thoughts in a creative way. Creating commonalty. Focus we can thrive on. Free of war. Free of strife. Art is our imagination realised and perhaps the greatest of our resources.

Human beings really are remarkable in this that we are so resourceful the way we invent tools to communicate, share them between ourselves and strive to achieve a level of mastery over their use.

the exhibition of duck

the fussy duck

a pod of the Duck kids

beautiful lovers are ducks too

btw ... earlier in the afternoon I was able to grab my camera in time to capture a 'tail end' of a flock of swarming corellas to show you what the noise is you surely can hear from wherever you are. These squawking birds disappearing out of sight again as quickly as they swarm out of a tree beside the lagoon. Over the road from the supermarket. Here.