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Winter Sun by Trudi's Images

Winter Sun To light, / to water, / and the flow of birds / through ancient stars. / To the wild sun of winter / startling the dark green / trees: giants / of majestic silence. / To snow on roofs / and the peace of Sunday. / To quiet and certitude, / to breathing, to air. / To acceptance, to dreams. / To disclosures of the sleeping heart, / for air, for light Malca Litovitz / My Connemara filly ‘Kahean Sionnain’ MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE XOXOXO
Journey by BarbL

Are the walking on the moon? Nope…just on the icy buildup along the Lake Michigan beach. You can barely see where there is a break in the ice and there is open water. Pretty dangerous to walk all the way out there! Featured in the group, Imagewriting / My sincere thanks to the hosts of this group for choosing my image from among so many!
Early Morning at Bronte Beach by Barb Leopold

My friend Karen and I visited Bronte Beach in Sydney for an early morning swim (well, I did) and photo session last week. We seem to have the same eye for a photo, see her lovely image here. Canon 40D, Sigma 17-70 macro lens, tripod and timer. This image featured today in Image Writing. Thanks moderators! 26 Dec 09
Downham Village in Winter . by Irene Burdell

The picturesque village of Downham is set at the foot of Pendle Hill Lancashire and captures the essence of rural Britain, . Lord Clitheroe owns the village, . The houses and cottages are stone-built, and there are no road markings on the streets, no overhead cables, and no TV ariels or satellite dishes to spoil the view. / Canon EOS 400d , / Textures added.
Beneath the Snow by Cora Wandel

Christmas is not only a season of parties and gifts and time spent with family, it is also a time of remembrance and gratitude. My favorite place in the Washington, D.C. area has always been Arlington National Cemetery. At this time of the year my heart is with those people who have lost a beloved family member in service to our country. Let us fully enjoy ourselves this holiday season, but let us not forget that there are those who may be feeling tremendous loss and sadness this time of the year. My parents are, for they will never get over the death of their eldest son and my brother, Chuck. He did not serve in the Armed Forces, but he was an honorable man who did everything he possibly could to provide for his wife and three daughters. Now he, too, rests beneath the snow. Thank you to the groups “Canon DSLR”, “Communities”, “ImageWriting” and “Love Affair With The Lens” for featuring this photograph. Camera: Canon Rebel XTi 400D
DUC - HEADQUARTERS by Larry Trupp

! ! Featured in the ImageWriting (2/24) group on 25 December 2009) Ducks Unlimited Canada (DUC) has been conserving wetlands and their associated habitats for waterfowl, wildlife and people in Manitoba since 1938. That’s the year DUC established its very first conservation project in Canada at Big Grass Marsh near Gladstone, Manitoba. Manitoba’s wetland habitats are precious natural resources that need to be conserved, restored and managed as part of the province’s sustainable environmental, economic and social future. Research from across North America guide habitat programs delivered by DUC. DUC employs scientists, biologists, agrologists, engineers and technical staff specialized in the conservation of wetlands and their associated habitats. DUC also partners with other non-profit organizations, all levels of government, landowners and industry to help reach its conservation goals Location: Taken at dawn last fall, at Oak Hammock Marsh, just north of Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada…This is the Canadian Headquarters of Ducks Unlimited here in Canada. Camera Details: Canon EOS Digital Rebel XTi, 55-250mm Zoom Lens, Aperture exp 5.0, Shutter speed 1/250, ISO 200 HDR enhanced….Tripod Mounted…. blending five exposures…. +2,+1,0,-1,-2 using Photomatix HDR software
Back Braes in the Snow by Tom Gomez

The Back Braes (back lanes) in South Queensferry, Scotland, the town where I live, at 12:36 PM on Christmas Eve, 2009. Snow (other than the short lived inch or so) has become increasingly rare at this latitude in Scotland over the last 20 years, so it is nice to see a decent fall of snow, even if it does cause chaos to our transport systems. I’ve been really ill with flu for the last week. Today has been the first time I felt up to getting outside with my camera. I really thought I was going to miss all the snow. Formerly in the county of West Lothian, South Queensferry lies on the south shore of the Firth of Forth, 10 miles (16 km) west of Edinburgh. It has been an important crossing at least since 1071 when Malcolm III granted free passage at the ‘Queens Ferry’ for pilgrims on their way to St Andrews. A ferry service operated until 1964, the year the Forth Road Bridge was opened. South Queensferry was created a burgh of regality in the 13th century and made a Royal Burgh in 1636. It traded actively with Europe in the 17th century. Buildings dating from this period include Laburnum House, the Hawes Inn, the Tolbooth Tower, the Black Castle, the Old Parish Church and Plewlands House. St Mary’s Episcopal Church (from 1441) was a monastery and hospice before the Reformation. The Hawes Inn features in Robert Louis Stevenson’s novel ‘Kidnapped’. Today, South Queensferry is a dormitory settlement for Edinburgh and a yachting centre with electronics, oil storage and whisky industries. Camera: Canon EOS 450D (Digital Rebel XSi in the USA) / Lens: Canon 18-55mm IS BEST VIEWED LARGER Single RAW image tonemapped in Photomatix Pro 3.2. Related shots can be found at: / South Queensferry, Lowland Scotland and HDR.
Christmas Past by George Cousins

1955..midnight.Montreal, Canada, perfectly still night, freezing cold! Christmas Eve. St. Joseph’s Oratory, also known as Brother Andre’s Shrine. While most sensible people had come and gone back to their warm homes, two of us decided it would be nice to photograph the Shrine at the exact moment of Christmas Day, at least in the Eastern Time Zone. Exakta Varex SLR, pulled out of a parka, very quickly placed on the tripod, and probably exposed for a second or two with a 50mm Biotar f.2 lens wide open. Details are a bit fuzzy now. Oh yes, Kodachrome film, ASA 10. The 35mm.slide was scanned at 4000 dpi with a Canoscan 4000US scanner. Now a bit more about the Basilica: Saint Joseph’s Oratory of Mount Royal, is a Roman Catholic basilica on the northern slope of Mount Royal in Montreal, Quebec, Canada. In 1904,the construction of a small chapel on the side of the mountain near Notre Dame College, was begun by Blessed André Bessette. Soon the growing number of visitors made it too small. and it was enlarged,but a still a larger church was needed and in 1917 one(called the Crypt) was completed – with a seating capacity of 1,000. In 1924, the construction of the basilica was started and it was finally completed in 1967. The Oratory’s dome is the third-largest of its kind in the world, surpassed only by the Basilica of Our Lady of Peace of Yamoussoukro and Saint Peter’s Basilica in Rome. The Basilica is the largest in Canada. The basilica is dedicated to Saint Joseph, to whom Brother André credited all his reported miracles. These were mostly related to some kind of healing power, and many pilgrims (handicapped, blind, ill, etc.) poured into his Basilica, including numerous Protestants. On display in the basilica is a wall covered with thousands of crutches from those who came to the basilica and were healed. Pope John Paul II deemed the miracles to be authentic and beatified Brother André in 1982. A reliquary in the church museum contains Brother André’s heart, which he requested as a protection for the basilica. More than 2 million visitors and pilgrims visit the Oratory every year. It is located at 3800, Queen Mary Road, at Côte-des-Neiges (near to Côte-des-Neiges metro station). On October 19, 2004, the Oratory held its centennial. All the bells of all the churches on the island of Montreal were supposed to ring at 9:00 a.m., though not all churches participated. At 9:05 a.m., the basilica rang its bell in response and celebration. In 2005, the Oratory was added to the List of National Historic Sites of Canada on the occasion of its 100th anniversary. In 2013, a rooftop dome will become open to the public. / (Some of the above information was obtained from Wikipedia, particularly the Dates.)
Staved by Richard Barry

I shot this at a farm last year where hundreds of sheep and cattle had been left by their owner to starve. When I arrived with Inspector Matt (pictured) there were dozens of dead animals littering the land where no grass grew. Inspector Matt was forced to euthenase dozens of animals. Many of these were lambs, orphaned because their mothers had died immediately after giving birth, fatally exhausted by their lack of nutrition. The sheep pictured had died of starvation, like so many others. The farmer was prosecuted and convicted. Nikon D80, Nikor 80-200 F10, LukisArt and CS4.0
Those Who Walked Before Me by Polly Peacock

Most sunrises that I have witnessed have been on the ocean, either while I have been at sea or sitting by the sea. They are always intense, full of colorblinding awe and heart warming. When I have been out at sea and the sky bursts into incredibly breathtaking color out of pitch black only to illuminate deep blue indigo water, I have always been awestruck with the enormity of this incredible breathtaking beauty . The warmth of a new day sun while watching it rise in Mother Nature’s glory is truly spectacular at best. Normally, I photograph sunsets, because they are easier to catch, as I am always awake and aware of lingering clouds that produce awesome paintings in the sky. One particular night, I decided to stay up and watch the sunrise instead. This time, I wasn’t on the ocean, but in my parent’s retirement village, in Pennsylvania, which has a golf course. As soon as I saw a glimmer of light, I started walking very quickly to the golf course to take in the sheer beauty of it all. What I saw was absolutely breathtaking. Mists rose above the neatly manicured and dewy grass, while the sun began to rise above the darkly silhoutted trees. Soon, I found myself racing with excitement. This sunrise was simply spectacular and astounding, as if special Angels had reached down and painted the sky for my sole delight. My pace picked up as I knew that time was limited and that this particular sky painting would soon fade. The curvature of the golf course lines against the taller grass and the sand pits created beautiful linear patterns as I was clicking while I walked. As I saw the sunset turning into softer shades, which now created a beautiful pastel sky painting, with textures beginning to soften and blur, I turned around to walk home. I had walked long, fast and far. Knowing that by the time I reached the end of the golf course that the sunrise would be gone, I was content that I had captured this great beauty. When I returned home, I immediately started processing these photographs, because I knew that they would be spectacular. I felt those special, “AHA moments,” as I took one photograph after another. This particular picture intrigued me, due to the footsteps, which cross over the golf course. I wish I could tell you that special Angels had created those foot imprints, but I can’t. They belonged to me. However, my own footsteps made me think of those who walked before me on this particular piece of Earth. The Lenni Lenape Tribe was known to be prevalent in this area, prior to the arrival of the White Race for 5,000 to 10,000 years. Most of the towns around here that are of historic significance were founded in 1704. General Howe’s troops had occupied this exact area after he defeated General Washington during the battle of the Brandywine, during the Revolutionary War. Personally, I see the problems of the world as those of greed, lust and power, in addition to a lack of understanding and acceptance. All we really own is that which is inside of us. It is this special and unique energy that makes us who we are. We can’t hold onto material things or Mother Nature’s land after we leave our flesh. Somebody else will come along and scoop it all up… It is my hope and prayer that we can all live in peace and as one in Creator’s Universe. It’s also my belief that my Ancestor’s watch over me. They too, had the same hopes, dreams and prayers that I do too. You see, without the Native American people, they would have simply perished and disappeared. These thoughts all came to life for me, after I thought about those who walked before me. I feel that it is important to remember the precious gifts that Native Americans freely shared with the arrival of the White Race in the early 1600’s. The White Race was at a total loss of how to live off of America’s soil, since many were prominent British figures who had formal education, but no experience as Farmers or Hunters. They were taught how to grow vegetables, what remedies could be used from existing flora and fauna for illness and discomfort, how to hunt, and where to hunt, among other survival techniques. The colors White, Yellow, Black and Red represent the four corners of Native American’s sacred circle. Interestingly enough, these colors are also the colors of all people who live on planet Earth. I am extremely blessed and grateful for those who walked before me! This photograph was shot with a Canon 40D equipped with a 70mm wide angle lens.
Marysville Bushfire Aftermath May 2009 by Tom Newman

The ferocious blaze on Black Saturday on the 7th of February 2009, killed more than 170 people and destroyed more than 2,000 properties, 34 people died in Marysville. / Recovery is a slow and difficult process. For further information check here
Empress Orchid by Julie Marks

This painterly abstract is a photography / of tree bark with vibrant color, texture and contrast. Many images are revealed / to project your interpretation of this piece. I / associated to Empress Tzu Hsi or Empress Orchid, the last Empress of China. She is in her violet robes at the bottom of the photograph with an Imperial Headdress as she ponders her fate as the last powerful Chinese Empress of the fallen Chi’ng dynasty. Another powerful presence looms overhead in the top right corner among other powerful imagery in this fascinating historical study. Power is a here- today, gone-tomorrow concept in Chinese history, especially for women. Given the role of women in power in history, the story of the Imperial court was of oppression and severe restrictions on personal freedom and private feelings for women. An enforced distance among members of the imperial family was a time of turmoil constant fear and physical harm affected those who opposed the rigid order of the Chinese Imperial Dynasty. Life for an Emperor or Empress in the forbidden city was imprisonment in a guilded cage. I think the story of ancient history of powerful female political leaders is particularly relevant today as we face an election which in part is a conflict of male/ female domination. More than ever, gender can no longer be the priority. What is needed is a powerful leader unfettered by bureaucracies or elections, who makes political decisions that are genuinely in the national interest. It is impressive that the author, took on the formidable task to “rehabilitate” crucial female figures in Chinese history.The historical tradition describes Empress Orchid as the dragon lady, an overbearing, selfish, greedy, and bloodthirsty ruler. In contrast after extensive research, Min portrays her as a loving mother, trying to protect her country and longing to step down but prevented from doing so by her wishy-washy son. The Last Empress is an endlessly interesting look at palace life, that hermetically sealed world that once existed in China. The author, Min adopts a notably modern psychologizing tone (“How much was Guang-hsu affected when he was wrenched from the family nest?”), earthy language (“You are the most wretched f*#&%$# demon I know!”) and notes of historical prescience (including what “future critics” will say). Min attacks the popular conception of Tzu Hsi as a corrupt, ruthless, power-hungry assassin. Her story delineates the decay and evil from within, combining political machinations and self-aggrandizing power games with such intense inward-looking by most of the imperial court that most failed to see the internal and external dangers encroaching on Beijing until it was far too late. Parallels to the political crisis in the United State’s dangerous misuse of power during the Bush administration resulting in corruption, greed and great peril on a global scale are apparent to those who perceive the damage done by the destructive actions of our President. Whoever becomes our next president has a formidable task to repair the damage done and maybe a change in gender by an experienced and intelligent woman who has extensive political experience is a very important option to consider. It is impertive to be guided by facts, not bias so unlike the story of the dynasty in Ancient China, we can repair the damage done before it is too late. It behooves every citizen to become well informed since so many myths and distortions must be teased out to uncover the truth and alter the course of history for the survival of our planet and the serious dangers that threaten the human population on a global level. What makes the story of the Chinese dynasty so important is how different facts are presented given the time and extensive effort Ms. Min who provides us with a strong and insightful feel for life and the irrepable damage done to China’s imperial city. Known now in the modern English (pinyin) transliteration as Ci Xi, the last Empress of China has until now been portrayed as the manipulative power behind the throne of the last four Emperors of China (her husband and then her own son, followed by a nephew and finally by the infamously impotent Pu Yi), Ci Xi. The Empress in official Chinese history is portrayed as so power-crazed that she singularly caused the downfall of Imperial China. The book, The Last Empress tackles Ci Xi’s life from a quite different angle. Based on extensive research of Beijing’s archives, Min portrays the “evil” Empress as an empathetic figure, a loving wife and perhaps misguided mother, a woman who yearned to be released from the bondage of imperial rule over a nation in rapid decline for the lack of intellectual capacity and political competence of her husband’s successors. Thus, we are presented with an empress in handcuffs, chained to her position of power and wealth by the exigencies of China’s late 19th Century moment. With a new perspective from the author, we understand more about this powerful figure after reading about the first part of the life of Tzu Hsi, or Empress Orchid when she became a widow, mother of the only male heir of the now-deceased emperor. Still, she must contend with palace intrigue on all fronts; even her eunuchs are bribed. She must put up with the smiling faces of men and women who mean her great harm. After her son dies, she adopts her nephew to be emperor, treats him like a son, and despairs of his weakness. Constant deceit is not the only difficulty which must be faced: intrusions of foreigners and domestic rebellion are also part of this violent period at the end of the 19th century. There is the love-hate relationship with the Japanese, the Boxer Rebellion, and widespread mistrust of Western foreigners. Yet Empress Orchid believes that they must appease these factions in order to preserve the dynasty and the throne. All these problems converge to bring the Ch’ing Dynasty to its eventual demise. The last Empress offers a fulfilling sequel to Empress Orchid and a fascinating insider’s perspective on the death throes of an ancient empire. / Please view this in the large format.

Recent Work

Sharon Mau by Sharon Mau

This is a scanned 35mm analogue, a self-portrait I did in 1996 with a Nikon when I was 41 Aloha e Malama pono to my Ohana and friends, if you are interested in a print up to 5×7, please contact me. I am an identical twin, my sister’s name is Karon and today, 01 September, is our birthday. © 2009 – 2010 Fine Art Photography, Research and Photojournalism by Sharon Mau
Where the Butterflies Play - Fantasy by Linda Callaghan

A vibrant, imaginary watercolour on Canson 300 gsm paper using the wet on wet technique with a limited pallette. (21cm x 29cm) Where the Butterflies Play In a land far away deep in the trees / the butterflies float gently on the breeze. / Their little wings flap towards the light / where they play and dance way into the night Linda
DUC - HEADQUARTERS by Larry Trupp

! ! Featured in the ImageWriting (2/24) group on 25 December 2009) Ducks Unlimited Canada (DUC) has been conserving wetlands and their associated habitats for waterfowl, wildlife and people in Manitoba since 1938. That’s the year DUC established its very first conservation project in Canada at Big Grass Marsh near Gladstone, Manitoba. Manitoba’s wetland habitats are precious natural resources that need to be conserved, restored and managed as part of the province’s sustainable environmental, economic and social future. Research from across North America guide habitat programs delivered by DUC. DUC employs scientists, biologists, agrologists, engineers and technical staff specialized in the conservation of wetlands and their associated habitats. DUC also partners with other non-profit organizations, all levels of government, landowners and industry to help reach its conservation goals Location: Taken at dawn last fall, at Oak Hammock Marsh, just north of Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada…This is the Canadian Headquarters of Ducks Unlimited here in Canada. Camera Details: Canon EOS Digital Rebel XTi, 55-250mm Zoom Lens, Aperture exp 5.0, Shutter speed 1/250, ISO 200 HDR enhanced….Tripod Mounted…. blending five exposures…. +2,+1,0,-1,-2 using Photomatix HDR software
Deep in the woods....... by Prasad

Hidden character of the nature. Equipment : Canon EOS 400D, EF S 10 – 22 mm lens & Kenko R72 IR filter. Av : F5.0, Tv : 60 sec. Bulb mode.
Beach Grass by BarbL

This was taken at Kruse Park in Muskegon, Michigan on December 25th, 2009. Was warm enough out to go for a walk on the boardwalk down by the beach…who’d have guessed we’d have rain on Christmas??! As warm as it was, there was still plenty of snow on the ground!
Historic Nauvoo Wagon Ride ~ Illinois, USA by shaneran

This wagon takes visitors all around Historic Nauvoo District as the Wagon Masters recount journal entries of those who lived in Nauvoo in the 1800’s. We visited in the Spring of 2009 and so everything was beautiful and green and with rubber tires instead of the wooden ones that pioneers used, the ride was comfortable and informative. The recounting of experiences of those who lived here over 100 years ago takes the visitor back in time and allows you to see the beautiful city as it was then. / Although a lot of restoration has been done, it is a continuing project. Nauvoo Historic District Nauvoo, Illinois / County of Hancock. / National Register Number: 66000321 / Resource type: District. / Property type: Historic District: Historical.
The Rip Bar by GemmaWiseman

THIS PHOTO HAS NOT BEEN TO THE HAIRDRESSER’S ~ / No shampooing, no blow drying, no tinting, no styling and no cutting! / AU NATUREL! So much fun could be had with this sign! / But, in actual fact, it is a sign on the Portsea Hotel that connects with a bit of geography! The Rip is the pet name for a narrow stretch of water between the Bellarine and Mornington Peninsulas. It is the entrance to Port Phillip Bay from Bass Strait. Why The Rip? It is very dangeous and unpredictable. / And the Portsea Hotel is on the Mornington Peninsula looking out toward The Rip. Camera: Canon / Model: Canon PowerShot A2000 IS / ISO: 80 / Exposure: 1/1000 sec / Aperture: 4.5 / Focal Length: 18.5mm / Flash Used: No / Date: 23.08.09
The Gift... by Karen Helgesen

“WE MAKE A LIVING BY WHAT WE GET. / WE MAKE A LIFE BY WHAT WE GIVE.” WINSTON CHURCHILL My grandson giving and receiving Christmas gift…with great joy in his heart….
Waiting... by Janis Zroback

Of course I had to paint…on a day like this, in between everything else there are always moments of waiting…for timers to go off, for water to boil, for ideas to gel…I get my best inspirations when I’m over whelmed with busyness, and barring death itself and I’m not even sure about that, there is always time to paint…I have named this semi abstract sunflower painting “Waiting”... / I paint Sunflowers any chance I get in a million different ways…some are seen below. Watercolour on Polypropylene Paper Impatient?..no…waiting is full of endless possibilities..it really only takes a minute..Janis Zroback / Sunflowers / Midnight Sun / Sunflower / Here Comes the Sun / Two Things / The Third Thing / Night time in the Sunflower Garden / Sunflowers
Imaginary Frenemies by limerick

Ok. This is portrait of me, painted this year. Some history: In Australia, many years ago, they introduced the Cane Toad… to eat and obliterate a beetle?(please correct me if I have this fact wrong). The thing is, the cane toad is now a larger pest than the beetle originally was. This painting: I was born. Grew a little. And found myself with an elephant friend. (Symbolic – the elephant never forgets). This was great until I realised how destructive it is walking through small apartments and life with a growing elephant in tow… She was also depressing. She wouldn’t and couldn’t let me forget. So, I went and got myself a monkey… to chase off the elephant. But like the cane toad, the monkey thrived, fed the elephant and they lived happily ever after. :) Till now. The monkey resents the fact that I want him gone and is growing vicious. And the bloody elephant is whining off in the distance. I am moving on. Without them. But I painted them as a reminder.. to maybe just be happy with a cat. miow. This is a large painting. Acrylic on canvas. Thanks.
Surprise Christmas Visitor by noffi

Living on a special scenic river here in Ohio has its rewards. This morning as i looked out of the bedroom window I saw an elegant eagle perched on a nearby tree. A wonderful treat on a gloomy rainy day. I took a lot of shots and this is one of many. Canon 7D / 100-400mm lens
Dights Falls by Travis Easton

Dights Falls (pronounced /ˈdɑets/) is located in Melbourne, Victoria just downstream of the junction of the Yarra River with Merri Creek. At this point the river narrows and is constricted between 800,000 year old volcanic, basaltic lava flow and a much older steep, silurian, sedimentary spur. The north side also contains abundant graptolite fossils in sedimentary sandstone. Prior to European settlement, the area was occupied by the indigenous Wurundjeri tribe of the Kulin nation. The rock falls would have provided the Aboriginal people with a natural river crossing and place to trap migrating fish. It was also a meeting place for many clans where they would trade together, settle disputes and exchange brides. In the 1840s, an artificial weir was built on the natural bar of basalt boulders to provide water to the “Ceres” flour mill, one of the first in Victoria. Situated by the Yarra River in Collingwood is the industrial relic known locally as “Dight’s Mill”, one of Melbourne’s oldest and most significant industrial sites. In the early 1840’s John Dight established Melbourne’s first water-powered flour mill on the site. In 1888 ‘Yarra Falls Roller Mills’ built a water-turbine powered mill, which was the largest and most sophisticated of the thirty two water powered mills built in Victoria before 1900. On a ridge above the falls, 250 metres to the east, is an historic marker commemorating the “first white men to discover the river Yarra reaching Yarra Falls on 8th February, 1803. Also to make the first crossing near here with the cattle by the first overlanders John Gardiner, Joseph Hawdon and Captain John Hepburn in December 1836”. The area can be readily accessed from the Yarra River Trail. The rapid has been used many times for the Victorian Canoe Slalom Championships and has been used regularly for training by Australian Olympian Warwick Draper. Source: Wikipedia Camera: Canon EOS 5D mkII / Lens: EF 24-70mm f/2.8L USM @ 24mm / Filters: circular polariser / ISO: 100 / Shutter Speed: 3.2 sec / Aperture: f/22 / WB: Auto / Exposure Compensation: + 2/3rds of a stop / When: 5:00pm on 8/7/09 For other shots from this area check out my Urban Landscapes gallery.

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