The Old Mill by psyoshida

Vue • Landscape • posted on Feb 28, 2010

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Just playing with the new build of Vue 8i, no crashing, so far. Yippee!! You might need sunglasses to view it though. ;) Grist Mill from Cornucopia, Noggins Geese from DAZ, trees mostly xfrog. Thanks for the wonderful comments on my last picture "Sailing". It was a slightly different type of picture for me, so I appreciate the encouragement. Thanks to Mark (WYSIWIG) for adding that great poem that fit so beautifully with the picture. Thanks Mark for taking the time to look it up. If you remembered it without looking it up, I'm very jealous but grateful nontheless.

Comments (75)

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alessimarco

10:02PM | Sun, 28 February 2010

Beautiful!!

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kbrog

10:03PM | Sun, 28 February 2010

Great work! Look's really good.

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novelist

10:06PM | Sun, 28 February 2010

Gorgeous work as always. I love that one red tree. Very striking. I also like the colors against the grays and the play of light and shadow.

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adorety

10:08PM | Sun, 28 February 2010

Nicely done. Love the mood and colors. Great render and composition.

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faroutsider

10:29PM | Sun, 28 February 2010

Gorgeous image. The lighting is great, emphasizing the colours and giving deep shadows, and I love that dark brooding sky.

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Tea_Rex

10:31PM | Sun, 28 February 2010

It is good to see you back posting, Patty. & Good to know your are again dancing with your muse. Congratulations on Vue8's stability! Poser8 has given me more trouble than any program I have worked with for the past twenty years. So, yeah.. I can appreciate your glee. :-) This is beautiful scene. It reminds me of a mill in lower Westchester, near Tarrytown .. I can't rememmber the exact town/village now. I was there about twenty five years ago .. taking my cameras for the day to break out of the grind of daily photo work. It's really striking how much the location maatches your scene. Of course, right about now .. the mill in Westchester is buried beneath eighteen feet of snow. ;-) Your scene is much more inviting! Terry

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mgtcs

11:20PM | Sun, 28 February 2010

Amazing image my dear friend, this is a splendid creation as usual! Love it!

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WadeB

11:30PM | Sun, 28 February 2010

Fabulous scenic view!

stboettcher

11:57PM | Sun, 28 February 2010

stunning light, great render!

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London224 Online Now!

11:57PM | Sun, 28 February 2010

Looking Good!! Glad to hear that the latest 8 is working for you.

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Domi48

12:24AM | Mon, 01 March 2010

Joli!

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anitalee

12:36AM | Mon, 01 March 2010

Excellent

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jif3d

1:35AM | Mon, 01 March 2010

Nice calming scene, it's seems the duck's have the run of the Mill ! Well done & ~Cheers~

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mininessie

2:16AM | Mon, 01 March 2010

woooow....great scene my dear friend! love it!:D

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claude19

2:25AM | Mon, 01 March 2010

The MILL The rain beat like a cloud of locusts in the desert. Leaning on the inner edge of the window ... I looked down ... Without stopping ... Without stopping she fell on the windows of my attic ... in Normandy ... A Conde on Huisne ... ... icy drops violently struck the surface of the river ... I saw through the paddle wheel ... Mill ... I wanted to leave ... I refused to fight the damp cold hostility ... I railed against the sun ... ... absent cons Normandy too green ... No wonder I swore this region ... ... ... these meadows may be green ... with all this water falling from the sky ... violent ... ice ... you give the dying the death ... at least ... No wood, no heating ... who would have thought to store wood in summer ... in the dining room ... to heat! In addition to all this aquatic environment ... ... the wet ash acrid burning smell ... wet ... and cold ... Wrapped in my wool coat ... you realize ... wear a wool coat in summer ... you realize ... you must be a little cracked ... or seriously ill ... No ... no ... I am not sick ... I'm chilled ... through trees ... near the window I watch ... ... ... trunks between the shimmering river so ... sometimes ... in the sunlight ... That's the Normandy ... major roads ... very long ... discreetly through huge fields is known ... ... the Normans are rich and stingy ... ... except for the land ... What about having bought the watermill ... having rehabilitate the impeller ... ... beautiful piece of carpentry ... which cost me dearly ... the carpenter carpenter who rebuilt it to me ... I was assured that it support his work for a hundred years ... think of an investment ... I will never live a hundred years or more ... so ... is that Normandy have me well-preserved ... Returning to earth, I am a prisoner of this room, dilapidated ... ... wet and cold against the colossal home turned off ... a few months ago ... I had roasted chestnuts ... I consider myself a prisoner of any evil ... trapped in invisible bonds that weaves this humidity and rain ... the river whose waters gently encroaching on the banks ... What do I give to keep warm ... just a ray of sunshine that warmed the windows ... to go out in this campaign that I love ... God grant that these bursts ... stop ... name ... D! Suddenly ... Miracle ... before me ... A ray of sunshine? You ask ... Not much better ... ... Really? ... How about a look of surprise ... Yes ... there is suddenly the sun ... but more ... A doe with her fawn ... close to my window ... The two animals absolutely quiet ... no alert ... The fawn's mother's head ... while it grazes on tender shoots of the tree ... facing my house ... How beautiful it is ... this show ... should I leave ... But no ... the sun must throw violent bursts of light on my window ... the two animals can not see me ... A sparrow ... mistaking the landing is to land on the back of the young mother ... If I had my Nikon in hand ... I'd take a picture ... a beautiful old tree, moistened by rain ... bursts of sunlight on the bark ... a deer ... a sparrow pecking insects ... ... in the fur of the young mother ... while laying on the film ... the deer head ... twisted slipped under the chest of his begetter ... what beauty ... now ... to feed the cycle of nature ... this sparrow carrying unknowingly ... ... ... seeds for future ... shrubs growing around me ... what chance to admire the beauty ... The show is divine ... the sun ... the water still flowing in parallel channels on the glass begins to evaporate ... ... I see better what rural picture ... I decided not to go ... the fifth of Beethoven in the background would fit perfectly with this idyllic vision of nature ... ... reconciling myself with this green area ... Having no record player in the mill ... I still sing to me softly in my head this magnificent sequence "Soylent Green" ... this movie where an old man who has decided its time to die ... the sound of this music ... the sight of those leaves ... these extremely colorful domes of the American forest ... I waste my time watching this pastoral scene ... no ... no ... I do not waste my time ... it feels good to listen to nature ... The bird flew ... the doe and her fawn were unconsciously moved closer to my window ... the pools of mud ... the leaves on the ground ... did not seem to bother them ... it's beautiful ... Life Nature ... What happens there ... the music is louder ... it invaded my head ... all so beautiful music ... who attack me ... I do not understand ... - Kitten ... wake up ... damn ... kitten ... wake up! We soon arrived at Condé on Huisne scat ... ... ... we stand down ... Gone are the rustic show ... over confidence deer ... finished the bold birds ... We arrived ... We go to the Notary ... To sign ... To sign the acquisition of mill ... all for a paddle wheel ... my wife's ideas sometimes ... well ... give in ... we will be lucky ... who knows? Le MOULIN La pluie frappait comme un nuage de sauterelles dans le désert. Accoudé sur le rebord intérieur de la fenêtre…je la regardais tomber… Sans arrêt… Sans arrêt tombait-elle sur les vitres de ma mansarde…en Normandie… A Condé sur Huisne…glaciale…les gouttes violemment heurtaient la surface de la rivière…que je voyais au travers les aubes…la roue du Moulin… Je ne voulais sortir…je refusais de combattre cette humide hostilité glaciale… Je pestais…contre le Soleil absent…contre la Normandie par trop verdoyante… Pas étonnant pestais-je…cette région…ces prés…peuvent être verts…avec toute cette eau qui chute du ciel…violente…glacée à vous donner…la mort…la crève en tout cas… Pas de bois, pas de chauffage…qui aurait idée de stocker du bois en plein été…dans la salle à manger…pour chauffer ! En plus de toute cette ambiance aquatique…la cendre mouillée…une âcre odeur de brûlé…humide…et froid… Emmitouflé dans mon manteau de laine…rendez-vous compte…porter un manteau de laine en été…vous vous rendez compte…il faut être un peu timbré…ou gravement malade… Non…non…je me sais ne pas être malade…je suis frigorifié…à travers les arbres…non loin de la fenêtre…je surveille…entre les troncs…la rivière si chatoyante…parfois…sous la lumière du soleil… C’est ça la Normandie…de grandes routes…bien longues…traversant discrètement des champs immenses…c’est connu…les normands sont riches…et radins…sauf pour la terre… Quelle idée d’avoir acheté ce moulin à eau…avoir fait remettre en état la roue à aubes…belle pièce…de menuiserie…qui m’a coûté très cher…le menuisier charpentier qui me l’a reconstruite…m’a garanti qu’elle supporterait son travail pendant cent ans…pensez d’un investissement…je ne vivrai jamais cent ans de plus…ou alors…c’est que la Normandie m’aura bien conservé… Revenons sur terre, prisonnier que je suis de ce local vétuste…humide et froid…face à ce colossal foyer bien éteint…où il y a quelques mois…j’avais grillé des châtaignes… Je me croirai prisonnier d’un quelconque maléfice…emprisonné dans des liens invisibles que tisse cette humidité pluviale…et cette rivière dont doucement les eaux empiètent sur les berges… Que ne donnerai-je pour avoir chaud…un simple rayon de soleil, qui réchaufferait les vitres…pour sortir dans cette campagne que j’adore… Fasse le Ciel…que ces rafales s’arrêtent…nom de D… ! Soudain… Miracle…devant moi… Un rayon de soleil ? Demanderiez-vous… Non…beaucoup mieux… Ah bon ?...diriez vous d’un air étonné… Oui…il y a brutalement du soleil… mais en plus… Une biche avec son faon…à deux pas de ma fenêtre… Les deux animaux paisibles…absolument pas en alerte… Le faon tête sa mère…tandis que celle-ci broute de tendres pousses sur l’arbre…face à mon logis… Que c’est beau…ce spectacle…dois-je sortir… Mais non… le soleil doit jeter de violents éclats de lumière sur mes vitres…les deux animaux ne peuvent me voir… Un moineau…se trompant d’aire d’atterrissage vient de se poser sur le dos de la jeune mère… Si j’avais mon Nikon sous la main…je prendrais une magnifique photo…un vieil arbre humidifié par la pluie…des éclats de soleil sur son écorce…Une biche…un moineau…picorant des insectes…dans la fourrure de la jeune mère…tout en fixant sur la pellicule…le faon la tête glissée…tordue sous le poitrail de sa génitrice…quelle beauté…en train de se nourrir…le cycle de la nature…ce moineau transportant…sans le savoir…des graines…pour de futurs arbustes…poussant autour de moi…quelle chance d’admirer cette beauté… Le spectacle est divin…les rayons du soleil persistent…l’eau qui coule en rigoles parallèles sur la vitre…commence à s’évaporer …je vois mieux ce tableau champêtre… J’ai décidé de ne pas sortir…la cinquième de Beethoven en fond sonore s’adapterait parfaitement à cette vision idyllique…de la nature…me réconciliant avec cette verdoyante région… N’ayant pas de tourne disques dans ce moulin…il me reste à me chanter doucement dans la tête cette magnifique séquence de « Soleil Vert »…ce film où un vieil homme qui a fait son temps…décide de mourir au son de cette musique…la vue de ces feuillages…de ces dômes extrêmement colorés de cette forêt américaine… Que je perde mon temps à regarder cette scène champêtre…non…non…je ne perds pas mon temps…cela fait du bien d’écouter la nature… L’oiseau s’est envolé…la biche et son faon se sont inconsciemment rapprochés de ma fenêtre…les flaques de boues…les feuilles au sol…n’ont pas l’air de les gêner…que c’est beau…la Vie de la Nature… Que se passe-t-il…la musique se fait plus forte…elle envahit tout mon crâne…une si belle musique…qui m’agresse…je ne comprends pas… - Chaton…réveille-toi…bon sang…chaton réveille toi… ! On est bientôt arrivés à Condé sur Huisne…allez ouste…debout…on descend… Fini le champêtre spectacle…finie la confiance des biches…finies les audaces des oiseaux… Nous sommes arrivés…Nous allons chez le Notaire… Pour signer… Pour signer l’acquisition du moulin…tout ça pour une roue à aubes…ma femme a de ses idées parfois…enfin…cédons…on aura peut être de la chance…qui sait ?

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mariogiannecchini

2:25AM | Mon, 01 March 2010

Bellissima scena ,ogni particolare al posto giusto. Composizione perfetta ricca di colori e luce ! Beautiful scene, every detail in place. Perfect composition rich in colors and light!

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Roywig

2:38AM | Mon, 01 March 2010

This is wonderful work Patty I am in awe of your Vue skills 5*

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preeder

2:43AM | Mon, 01 March 2010

Love it and the treee line at the back is awesome.

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myrrhluz

2:52AM | Mon, 01 March 2010

I love it when the sun lights up trees and buildings against a dark sky. Wonderful composition and lighting! I like the depth of the trees, with the bare trees, the shading and the stone wall. Excellent small details and colors. I like the shading and color of the grass as it goes from the water to the raised area. Beautiful water, reflections and shadows! Very nicely done!

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Nickieboy2004

3:22AM | Mon, 01 March 2010

Very lovely, has such a serene feel about it!

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wysiwig

3:47AM | Mon, 01 March 2010

As always attention to detail. The sacks of grain on the dock and in the boat. The birds in flight. Normally the mill would be seen first but the red tree draws the eye to the right of the image. It serves as a counterweight to the mill and anchors the right side. But it also guides the eye from right to left which, in my opinion, is the proper order for viewing this image. Oh yeah, I almost forgot, damn fine work!

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adrie

4:43AM | Mon, 01 March 2010

I always loved your landscape scene my friend, you have such a eye for details my friend, and this landscape scene is amazingly good done........again excellent work love it.

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