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The view north from Salmanca Place in the evening, rendered as a 1980s synth-pop album inner sleeve. May 2010.

Theme Thursday and I'm in a rush! What a surprise.

WRINKLE. Hmmmm.

Wrin·kle. Noun. (rngkl)

Hmmmm.

"1. A small furrow, ridge, or crease on a normally smooth surface, caused by crumpling, folding, or shrinking."

Hmmmm. No.

"2. A line or crease in the skin, as from age."

No.

"3. A clever trick, method, or device, especially one that is new and different."

Closer. Far closer.

"4. A problem or imperfection; a fault."

GOT IT!

Combine four and three and I can link today's theme with the photo chosen randomly last week.

An unsteady hand, low levels of light and an unpredictable bus schedule lead to a series of photographs that exhibited a WRINKLE (that is, WRINKLE as outlined in definition four).

My WRINKLE (see definition three), was to utilise mediocre significant PhotoShop skills and render said presentable image through a "clever trick, method, or device" (not particularly new if you like Ah-Ha, of course).

So your verdict, did I manage it this week?

One thing that I have noted - and something for all you etymologists out there, is that WRINKLE comes from Middle English, probably from Old English gewrinclod, the past participle of gewrinclian, which means "to wind, or crease".

It shall be my personal crusade to rescue GEWRINCLOD from the rubbish bin of history!

Comments

Magpie said…
Kris, I think you got it!!
Very well done...I love the photo.
DougVernX said…
Well defined!
anthonynorth said…
Great picture - and may your gewrinclods be few and thin :-)
Julie said…
...*chuckle*... you got it.
You certainly did manage it. Stunning image!
Roddy said…
When the picture first began forming I thought you had taken a picture of Brain Coral. What a novel approach to take time lapse pictures without the time lapse. I like it.
Brian Miller said…
actually the picture is amazing...so yeah, you did well. and what is this word you have been bandying around "ger..."
consider yourself the rescuer of gewrinclod!! and please ignore my comment to your comment on the mouse should you go over to follow up...

i am going to try incorporating it into my vocabulary!
Roy said…
I dub you Sir Rescuer! Now go and rescue more. Heh, heh.
Nanc Twop said…
''your verdict, did I manage it this week?''

Why, yes, yes you did.

;-)
Leeuna said…
Great photo. Maybe we could call our wrinkles "windings" instead. Wait, I haven't been winding my face...have I?
Kris McCracken said…
Magpie, it wasn't so impressive untouched...
Kris McCracken said…
Crazyasa, thank you dictionary!
Kris McCracken said…
Anthony, I'm not sure that I have any... yet.
Kris McCracken said…
Lorenzo, very 1985.
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, brain coral. Yum.
Kris McCracken said…
Brian, the answer is in the post!
Kris McCracken said…
Kimy, we need to reclaim it!
Kris McCracken said…
Roy, I do have a list.
Kris McCracken said…
Leeuna, windings is good.
Monkey Man said…
Great gewrinclod on the Theme Thursday topic. Thanks fro dropping by to visit and comment on my TT. Always nice to get introduced to another blogger.
Kris McCracken said…
MM, it's a big ol' world!
Betsy Brock said…
You've left that crazy looking word on everyone's blog today! I'm glad I finally made it here to find out what you were talking about! LOL!
Oh yes. This wrinkle is so very good! -j
PattiKen said…
Wow! For someone "in a rush," you did an amazing job with this one.
California Girl said…
I don't know how you guys do it but I love it. I love the colors and energy. My husband is a photographer and he did an exercise like this on Flickr and it turned out so cool.

Nice job.
moondustwriter said…
ok now I know what that word means - duh!!!

happy wrinkles
Cheryl said…
I loved this Kris! Two new words and some insight into how your mind works.

Great gewrinclod post.

Thanks for dropping by to visit on TT.
Baino said…
Yep, definitely managed. My night shotsare similarly wrinkled more often than not! I'm having enough trouble dealing with crows feet and now I have gerwrinclods?
Kris McCracken said…
Thanks all. Jeez I'm behind!

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