Dawne Olson
Profile
- Name
- Dawne Olson
- Age
- 39
- City
- Vermillion
- Country
- United States
- Joined
- Mar 2008
A quote by D.H. Lawrence best articulates the driving force behind my love for photography: “The human soul needs actual beauty more than bread.”
Thanks to RedBubble for setting up a virtual table where we can enjoy the feast!
Groups
Dawne Olson is a member of Abstracts from Nature, All Things Poetic, Prose, Philosophical., AMERICA's National Parks and WILDLIFE Habitat, Black and White Photography, Canada, Don't Fence Me In, Equine Art and Photography, Fabulous Flowers, Farms and Countryside, Happy Haven, Hard Science Rocks, In The Shadows, Landscape Photography, Lightning and Storms, Live, Love, Dream, Macro Photography, Mother Nature's Finest, Natural Developments, Night Photography, Photography Critique and Advice, Rivers and Streams, Shoot The Moon, Shots in the Fog, Spiritual Art, Sunrise, Sunset, The Birds, Trees, Vibrant and Vivid Color, Waterfall Photography, Wild Nature Photography & Writing and Wondrous Workhorses.
Journal Entries
An Interesting Sale this Week!
Posted 6 days ago, 7 comments so far.
One of my favorite images was "featured" this morning.
Posted 16 days ago, 6 comments so far.
My first "real" (non-family) sale!
Posted 17 days ago, 5 comments so far.
God bless the Trees!
Posted 24 days ago, 2 comments so far.
I'm so surprised! Featured again...
Posted 27 days ago, 4 comments so far.
Yeah! Featured works!
Posted about 1 month ago, 2 comments so far.
Summer Vacation!!
Posted about 1 month ago, 1 comment so far.
More good stuff
Posted 3 months ago.
Photo and Story (Thanks!)
Posted 3 months ago.
Art
Writings
The Circle Rainbow
An arch is the shape which we commonly attribute to rainbows, but did you know that the true shape of a rainbow is that of a circle and not a bow?
The Tear
Solitary foe / escaping through / the window / of my soul / declaring woe / and no one / knew / the bitter cup / was full?
A Lot of Want
I know an old cowboy. his blue eyes sparkle when he talks to me. “Where’ve you been girl?”
The Promised Garden
for lest our love in Eden grew it simply can not be / that blood nor sweat nor tears would end / nor set the garden of thy heart from thorns and toil free
