Brett Foster
Profile
- Name
- Brett Foster
- City
- Eltham
- Country
- Australia
- Joined
- Jul 2007
My name is Brett Foster™. I eke out a living designing stuff, writing stuff and photographing stuff. I thank the stars there is so much stuff.
My personal stuff is here
In order to make it easier to view my redbubble stuff there are links to some specific categories below. Let me know what you think.
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I hope you enjoy looking around.
Thanks redbubble!
Groups
Brett Foster is a member of *All Seascapes, *SHOOTERS GALLERY*, All Things Poetic, Prose, Philosophical., Animal Kingdom, Architectural Photography, Black and White Photography, Blood Red - All things vampiric, Cars, Bikes and Motorsports, Challenge Café, Childhood, Collaboral Damage, Colour Me Red!, Electronica/Dance Events & Culture, Fabulous Flowers, HDR Photography, Kairos - Capturing the Decisive Moment, Melbourne, People and Portraiture Photography, PixElations - The Art of Photoshop, Poetry Barn, Practising the Dark Arts, Primates, Short stories - Spherical Scriptings, The Birds, The Sensual Word, The Wedding Inspiration Group and Web Design.
Journal Entries
Out of The Closet
Posted 4 months ago, 23 comments so far.
Long Time No See
Posted 4 months ago, 17 comments so far.
Profile Page Play
Posted 8 months ago, 7 comments so far.
Art
Writings
Fall Down on me like Rain
Would you like to feel that I am here / to catch your tears with mine? / Would I see your smile if I told you / that you fall on me divine?
I used to Live in a World where...
I used to live in a world that / Prized courtship / And romance. / Now dating is on speed.
Muse Potential
She glissades along the hallway shedding a vermilion ribbons to reveal creamy curves of porcelain which reflect and embellish my brume desire.
Always My Love Epiphany
Tonight I watched you in a crowded room.
Music Happens
Adrift of audience, his aged frame supported askew his old grand, his friend, / he recalled the fading moments from recent past as a soliloquy.
Momentary Lapses
These are some of the things I have dreamed / while listening to the whispers that drift between the moments.
