Abstract gallery
591 creative works found
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All artwork is © Rhonda L. Hall, All Rights Reserved. You may not use, replicate, manipulate, redistribute, or modify this image without my express consent.
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An black and white abstract view of a Disc Golf game stand, showing silver metal base and hanging chains in an interesting composition. All artwork is © Rhonda L. Hall, All Rights Reserved. You may not use, replicate, manipulate, redistribute, or modify this image without my express consent.
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Trees reflected in the rippled water of a creek. All artwork is © Rhonda L. Hall, All Rights Reserved. You may not use, replicate, manipulate, redistribute, or modify this image without my express consent.
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Abstract view of shells stained and varnished by lakewater, giving them a organic patina of greens and browns and a beautiful natural luster. All artwork is © Rhonda L. Hall, All Rights Reserved. You may not use, replicate, manipulate, redistribute, or modify this image without my express consent.
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Abstract view of shells stained and varnished by lakewater, giving them a organic patina of greens and browns and a beautiful natural luster. A crack and some flaking in one shell adds a bit of interest and texture. All artwork is © Rhonda L. Hall, All Rights Reserved. You may not use, replicate, manipulate, redistribute, or modify this image without my express consent. / /
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Attractively designed wooden jewelry in earthy tones is displayed against a lovely lakewater varnished shell with beautifully colored striations, all set against a deep black background. All artwork is © Rhonda L. Hall, All Rights Reserved. You may not use, replicate, manipulate, redistribute, or modify this image without my express consent.
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The skeletal remains of a silver dollar plant at winter’s end,... All artwork is © Rhonda L. Hall, All Rights Reserved. You may not use, replicate, manipulate, redistribute, or modify this image without my express consent.
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...a fan-shaped deposit formed where a fast flowing stream flattens, slows, and spreads typically at the exit of a canyon onto a flatter plain. Macro of tree bark. All artwork is © Rhonda L. Hall, All Rights Reserved. You may not use, replicate, manipulate, redistribute, or modify this image without my express consent.
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Interesting old shack spotted along a back road in New York State, U.S.A. Great piece of Americana. Hillbilly Cabin featured in “Dilapidated Buildings”, and nominated for the avatar compition, also featured in “The Red Barn”. All artwork is © Rhonda L. Hall, All Rights Reserved. You may not use, replicate, manipulate, redistribute, or modify this image without my express consent.
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A miniature splashing, gurgling, bubbling waterfall. All artwork is © Rhonda L. Hall, All Rights Reserved. You may not use, replicate, manipulate, redistribute, or modify this image without my express consent.
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One half of a Wisteria seed pod still clinging to the vine after the winter season, with one healthy seed still attached. All artwork is © Rhonda L. Hall, All Rights Reserved. You may not use, replicate, manipulate, redistribute, or modify this image without my express consent.
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All artwork is © Rhonda L. Hall, All Rights Reserved. You may not use, replicate, manipulate, redistribute, or modify this image without my express consent.
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Summertime Treat All artwork is © Rhonda L. Hall, All Rights Reserved. You may not use, replicate, manipulate, redistribute, or modify this image without my express consent.
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...as a peacock… All artwork is © Rhonda L. Hall, All Rights Reserved. You may not use, replicate, manipulate, redistribute, or modify this image without my express consent.
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Untouched Macro of a rock All artwork is © Rhonda L. Hall, All Rights Reserved. You may not use, replicate, manipulate, redistribute, or modify this image without my express consent.
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Renascence by Edna St. Vincent Millay / (Truncated Version ! :-) ALL I could see from where I stood / Was three long mountains and a wood; / I turned and looked another way, / And saw three islands in a bay. / So with my eyes I traced the line / Of the horizon, thin and fine, / Straight around till I was come / Back to where I’d started from; / And all I saw from where I stood / Was three long mountains and a wood. / Over these things I could not see; / These were the things that bounded me; / And I could touch them with my hand, / Almost, I thought, from where I stand. / And all at once things seemed so small / My breath came short, and scarce at all. / But, sure, the sky is big, I said; / Miles and miles above my head; / So here upon my back I’ll lie / And look my fill into the sky. / And so I looked, and, after all, / The sky was not so very tall. / The sky, I said, must somewhere stop, / And - sure enough! - I see the top! / The sky, I thought, is not so grand; / I ‘most could touch it with my hand! / And reaching up my hand to try, / I screamed to feel it touch the sky. / I screamed, and - lo! - Infinity / Came down and settled over me; / Forced back my scream into my chest, / Bent back my arm upon my breast, / And, pressing of the Undefined / The definition on my mind, / Held up before my eyes a glass / Through which my shrinking sight did pass / Until it seemed I must behold / Immensity made manifold; / Whispered to me a word whose sound / Deafened the air for worlds around, / And brought unmuffled to my ears / The gossiping of friendly spheres, / The creaking of the tented sky, / The ticking of Eternity. / I saw and heard, and knew at last / The How and Why of all things, past, / And present, and forevermore. I know not how such things can be; / I only know there came to me / A fragrance such as never clings / To aught save happy living things; / A sound as of some joyous elf / Singing sweet songs to please himself, / And, through and over everything, / A sense of glad awakening. / The grass, a-tiptoe at my ear, / Whispering to me I could hear; / I felt the rain’s cool finger-tips / Brushed tenderly across my lips, / Laid gently on my sealed sight, / And all at once the heavy night / Fell from my eyes and I could see, - / A drenched and dripping apple-tree, / A last long line of silver rain, / A sky grown clear and blue again. / And as I looked a quickening gust / Of wind blew up to me and thrust / Into my face a miracle / Of orchard-breath, and with the smell, - / I know not how such things can be!— / I breathed my soul back into me. / Ah! Up then from the ground sprang I / And hailed the earth with such a cry / As is not heard save from a man / Who has been dead, and lives again. / About the trees my arms I wound; / Like one gone mad I hugged the ground; / I raised my quivering arms on high; / I laughed and laughed into the sky, / Till at my throat a strangling sob / Caught fiercely, and a great heart-throb / Sent instant tears into my eyes; / O God, I cried, no dark disguise / Can e’er hereafter hide from me / Thy radiant identity! / Thou canst not move across the grass / But my quick eyes will see Thee pass, / Nor speak, however silently, / But my hushed voice will answer Thee. / I know the path that tells Thy way / Through the cool eve of every day; / God, I can push the grass apart / And lay my finger on Thy heart! The world stands out on either side / No wider than the heart is wide; / Above the world is stretched the sky, - / No higher than the soul is high. / The heart can push the sea and land / Farther away on either hand; / The soul can split the sky in two, / And let the face of God shine through. / But East and West will pinch the heart / That can not keep them pushed apart; / And he whose soul is flat - the sky / Will cave in on him by and by. Full Version Here All artwork is © Rhonda L. Hall, All Rights Reserved. You may not use, replicate, manipulate, redistribute, or modify this image without my express consent.
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The Little Ghost I knew her for a little ghost / That in my garden walked; / The wall is high - higher than most - / And the green gate was locked. And yet I did not think of that / Till after she was gone— / I knew her by the broad white hat, / All ruffled, she had on. By the dear ruffles round her feet, / By her small hands that hung / In their lace mitts, austere and sweet, / Her gown’s white folds among. I watched to see if she would stay, / What she would do—and oh! / She looked as if she liked the way / I let my garden grow! She bent above my favourite mint / With conscious garden grace, / She smiled and smiled—there was no hint / Of sadness in her face. She held her gown on either side / To let her slippers show, / And up the walk she went with pride, / The way great ladies go. And where the wall is built in new / And is of ivy bare / She paused—then opened and passed through / A gate that once was there. Used 3 layers, with alpha layers, made about 50% transparent with erase tool, and completely erased backgrounds. Decreased saturation to make girls B&W, and colorized the gate. Copied and pasted images into base photo of garden using GIMP2. All artwork is © Rhonda L. Hall, All Rights Reserved. You may not use, replicate, manipulate, redistribute, or modify this image without my express consent. /
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All artwork is © Rhonda L. Hall, All Rights Reserved. You may not use, replicate, manipulate, redistribute, or modify this image without my express consent.
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“Strangers” We’ve found a kind of paradise / In a flower’s bloom. / We’ve seen the end of a mystic land / So close it meets the parting sun. / We’ve shared the thoughts that two could share, / We feel the truth, magic that we send… Searching for something new / Isle of Gold in flowers’ bloom… We’ve heard a kind of paradise / Beyond the desert’s dunes. / We’ve walked the earth in solitude, / So cold we need the warmth of sun. / We’ve lived the life that we could live, / We see the truth, magic that begins… Searching for something new / Isle of Gold in flowers’ bloom… We’ve found a kind of paradise, / Below a sky so new. / We’ve weaved a web of mystery so wide, / We need the light of day. / We’ve worn the cloak of secret lives, / We’ve seen the truth, magic that we send… Searching for something new / Isle of Gold in flowers’ bloom….. So when will it end? / So when, when will we meet, my friend? ~ Lyrics by Yoko Kanno All artwork is © Rhonda L. Hall, All Rights Reserved. You may not use, replicate, manipulate, redistribute, or modify this image without my express consent.
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Macro of Tree Bark All artwork is © Rhonda L. Hall, All Rights Reserved. You may not use, replicate, manipulate, redistribute, or modify this image without my express consent.
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sold 20×20” matted print – art market invanhoe
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Love Song is a painted steel sculpture by John Lacz and is among the many pieces of art on display in The Mill Brook Art Gallery and Sculpture Gardens in Concord, NH. This sculpture carries a price tag of $550.00. This was one of my favorite pieces in the gallery. Photographed Aug. 16, 2009. Enjoy! Len / I INVITE YOU TO ENJOY MORE OF MY PHOTOGRAPHS. CLICK HERE TO VIEW MY PORTFOLIO. ENJOY YOUR VISIT! / THANK YOU! ~Len
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Here is a small selection of my work. Charcoal, Acrylic and Oil. / I hope you enjoy it. Have a happy and safe New Year. Best Wishes Paul To see more work visit : http://www.paulhortongallery.co.uk
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Ultra Fractal 5.02 Enjoy!
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