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"The Old Mill Stream"

digital collage & digital painting by Mick Mather

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Light Blue Transfer Ware Bowl

Update! The cable guy knocked it off my desk!

I have been emptying my storage space slowly, opening boxes that I packed way back in 2011. This bowl was in one of those boxes. I had forgotten all about it, can't remember where I got it, but know that it is has always been one of my favorite possessions.

I decided it was important to learn where it was made, when it was made and who made it. Without any markings at all, I am striking out in Google searches. One thing that google searches can't add to the search tool is the weight of the piece, the feel of the glaze, the sound when you flick it with your fingernail.

This is a rather crude piece, with an imperfect match of the decoration along the rim. If you look carefully at the bottom center, you will see where the transfer paper did not continue, leave a harsh break in the pattern.

And it doesn't show in the first photo but here in this one, I have managed to capture the reflections that show the bumps in the glaze, bumps that almost look like big bits of dust that got glazed over. Or are they air bubbles?

This is not a large bowl, it only measures 6" across and the rim stand 1.5" off the table. It is a perfect size for candy or nuts or a trinket dish for your bureau to hold hairpins, your watch, your rings.

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My Visions of the Day: Prisana ♥️

My Visions of the Day: Prisana in Swimsuit Mode 👙🤩 www.NatCarterArtography.net

I captured these images of Prisana on location in Stone Mountain, GA. There is a beautiful stream by a mill there. It was the perfect location for the swimsuit shoot project I was working on. The are a few visions of Prisana that remind me of a warmer time. I will post more images from this shoot tomorrow. But until then have a great day. Go out and be extra amazing today. Dare to be Great!☝🏽🙏🏾💪🏽…

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Mill Stream

I put my feet in the swirling water seat myself on this swaying rock drunken head tries to keep from falling All of the night's trials unravel into cold, swift water there's a metaphor for life in this flowing but I can't see it right now The clock sounds, I know it's ten but I miscount the chimes Nine? Eleven? Dizziness subsides and rises again My flip flops almost get lost I imagine submersing my torso and am scared by the sick desire to be one with this watery movement The crickets echo in my buzzed brain and the moon is an ambiguous beacon that's too small to follow but too bright to ignore Wet feet back onto paved ground but nothing's solid Mill Stream Mill Street Mill dream