My heart is with Paris and all of France right now! Sadly we know all too well what your citizens are feeling. It seems no one is untouched by terrorism. Sending healing thoughts.
I love your work. Your art is one of my favorites. May I be so bold as to make a small suggestion on this one? I would go in and clone out the white edge on the left side of the rose – my eye gets pulled to it. My work is never finished. I often go back later and find things I missed.
Thank you Sherry Lynn for such a kind comment and I don’t mind at all your suggestion, that fringing bothered me like heck but I lost my Photoshop when my laptop died in the summer and haven’t replaced it yet. I now use just Lightroom which is perfect for most of what I do but cloning is very difficult so I shall have to wait for Father Christmas to bring a new Photoshop! I should also tone down the contrast which would probably help!
I thank you from the bottom of my heart… ❤ je viens de rentrer de Paris…
"A Moveable Feast" – "Paris est une fête" by Ernest Hemingway
“If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young man, then wherever you go for the rest of your life, it stays with you, for Paris is a moveable feast… When we came back to Paris it was clear and cold and lovely… There is never any ending to Paris and the memory of each person who has lived in it differs from that of any other. We always returned to it no matter who we were or how it was changed or with what difficulties, or ease, it could be reached. Paris was always worth it and you received return for whatever you brought to it… You belong to me and all Paris belongs to me…
Paris was never to be the same again although it was always Paris and you changed as it changed… You expected to be sad in the Fall. Part of you died each year when the leaves fell from the trees and their branches were bare against the wind and the cold, wintry light. But you knew there would always be the spring, as you knew the river would flow again after it was frozen. When the cold rains kept on and killed the spring, it was as though a young person had died for no reason. In those days, though, the spring always came finally but it was frightening that it had nearly failed…”
View from a French Hillside 
Heartbreaking.
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My heart is with Paris and all of France right now! Sadly we know all too well what your citizens are feeling. It seems no one is untouched by terrorism. Sending healing thoughts.
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I love your work. Your art is one of my favorites. May I be so bold as to make a small suggestion on this one? I would go in and clone out the white edge on the left side of the rose – my eye gets pulled to it. My work is never finished. I often go back later and find things I missed.
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Thank you Sherry Lynn for such a kind comment and I don’t mind at all your suggestion, that fringing bothered me like heck but I lost my Photoshop when my laptop died in the summer and haven’t replaced it yet. I now use just Lightroom which is perfect for most of what I do but cloning is very difficult so I shall have to wait for Father Christmas to bring a new Photoshop! I should also tone down the contrast which would probably help!
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I hope you get CC with LR and PS. It is well worth the monthly fee.
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Worth looking into, thanks Sherry Lynn!
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My thoughts are with Paris. Be strong. Without hate. Stay together.
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🙂 Ich habe keine Worte Markus – du alles gesagt hast 🙂
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Das ist gut. Freundliche Grüße, Wolfgang
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Vielen Dank Wolfgang! Freundliche Grüsse Jane
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I thank you from the bottom of my heart… ❤ je viens de rentrer de Paris…
"A Moveable Feast" – "Paris est une fête" by Ernest Hemingway
“If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young man, then wherever you go for the rest of your life, it stays with you, for Paris is a moveable feast… When we came back to Paris it was clear and cold and lovely… There is never any ending to Paris and the memory of each person who has lived in it differs from that of any other. We always returned to it no matter who we were or how it was changed or with what difficulties, or ease, it could be reached. Paris was always worth it and you received return for whatever you brought to it… You belong to me and all Paris belongs to me…
Paris was never to be the same again although it was always Paris and you changed as it changed… You expected to be sad in the Fall. Part of you died each year when the leaves fell from the trees and their branches were bare against the wind and the cold, wintry light. But you knew there would always be the spring, as you knew the river would flow again after it was frozen. When the cold rains kept on and killed the spring, it was as though a young person had died for no reason. In those days, though, the spring always came finally but it was frightening that it had nearly failed…”
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