My name is Tara, and I was born and raised in Washington State.
In 2010 I married Bill (bmac62) and retired ... two of the best choices I ever made! :)
In March, 2013, we sold our home in Washington and went on the road in our RV full time. What a blast! There is so much world out there to see!
After traveling around the West for a few years, we got rid of the motorhome and are now spending winters in deep-south Texas and summers in Washington State. Spring and fall finds us visiting whichever place strikes our fancy at the time!
If I’m missing from Renderosity from time to time, I’m busy having fun elsewhere.
Thanks for your interest in my work, and for stopping by to learn more about me!
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Zeiss 50mm f1.4
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Comments (10)
Faemike55
fabulous image and great dedication
wysiwig
I really like the vintage look of this. It fits the title very well and could easily be assumed to have been taken in the 19th century.
RodS Online Now!
You really brought out the texture of these ropes, Tara! A lovely dedication for wolfenshire!
npauling
A great collection of old ropes and the filter you used really makes them look very old. Excellent work.
durleybeachbum
A terrific result!
When I was young we still had a proper ironmongers in the main street which sold ropes, horse collars shellac, mousetraps and all manner of interesting stuff. In my memory the walls looked like this, and that was about 1952.
Wolfenshire
I like the old feel of it, and a world without engines, gadgets, electronics, and such, appeal very much to me. (as I type on a computer). The world was still simple when I was a boy. We had a hand pump outside for water, and a great pleasure for me was getting a hand-canned jar of preserves from the cellar and licking the jam off the wax seal. The road to the house wasn't paved, and the smell of burning leaves in fire barrels meant winter was nearly here. Fireflies, crawdads, catfish, sled riding, ice skating, standing barefoot in the mud watching the steamboat off-load goods from across the river, horse-drawn carriages, and picking wild blackberries, buying fresh fish from the docks for dinner, and so much more: all my long gone childhood memories.
helanker
IN my childhood, we also had alot of rope. I grew up in the south/west of Copenhagen. Close to the harbour. Here was alot to see, and old Iron shops and fishing boats and in the distance we could hear the huge coal cranes screem. We found screws and bolts and sold them at the knockers? for a few pennies (well not pennies, but øre), but ropes were found many places near the boats thick and thin ropes, yarn and such for fishing nets and over all a wonderful smell of tar, which was used for the fishing nets not to be rotten and for wood too. Today, when I smell tar, it makes me smile, for all the happy memories it gives me.
kgb224
Outstanding post work Tara. God bless.
moochagoo
It makes a kind of abstract
anahata.c
You probably know this, but there are artists who make art out of nothing but rope...look up "Rope Art" in Google Images, and you'll see some. Your soft focus, and the grungy tactile shadow make this very appealing, and very visceral. The sepia tones too. A beautiful image of the strange hard and soft world of ropes. And the metal, and wood around it, are exotic here, against all that twine. Beautifully done, Tara.