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This is the first in a series of explorations into The Lost City theme. Symbolic representations of my own life. Collage of various extractions from my photos and worked in Photoshop.
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Street textures, tags, and typography found in Montmartre, Paris.
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Lock
by Sorin ReckLock
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A wall of an old church building that could be demolished but should be saved – Glebe in Sydney This wall has since been grafittied over
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Photograph of an old building facade in Richmond. / This photograph was featured in the group Full Frontal Facades, and in the group The Feature Fraternity , and was voted into the top ten in two The Woman Photographer group challenges., as well as the First Things challenge “History Echoes” / /
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Portrait / Architectural / people/culture / Macro / Landscape / Still Life / Animal / Nude/FineArt / SunsetCollection / Flowers / Model Maria Anne / Model Saskia Ying / Model Blondie / Model Tammy / Kids / The Book Of Love —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-- All The Materials Contained May Not Be Reproduced, Copied, Edited, Published, Transmitted Or Uploaded In Any Way Without My Permission. My Images Do Not Belong To The Public Domain. / © Antoine Dagobert: using this image for any purpose and in any way, without prior permission, may lead to legal action. —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-- / Old Things / / A sweet old spirit, / …whispers by / Asking me, / if I’d like to say hi / I respond back to you, / …with best intent / No way will I ever, / misrepresent A new friend I’ve found, / …I’m sure of this / Just chatting with you, / makes me nervous / The nerves, / …are not long to stay / As your wit engulfs me, / Totally Drawn towards, / …this spirit before me / Your charismic energy, / drives me to implore thee / Please tell me more, / …I want to know all about you / Feeling certain, / That you are about to Even though we are, / …new friends to be / I feel it will have, / …an old familiar quality Tygrr Robertson
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OM-3. Fujichrome Sensia 100. Nikon Coolscan V. old rail car with rust slowly eating through multiple layers of primer paint and metal. Winnsboro, SC. USA.
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digital abstract mixed media / (flame fractal and photographic textures) / / About a possible future day when we remember all what machines could do for us, till they ceased to exist and became rusted memories. / / CREDIT : / Many thanks to Cameron Gray for providing his free textures on his Parable Visions website. / / / DATE OF CREATION : 2007.10.12th / / DETAILS / Click a thumbnail for a real-size detail from the original~ / / / / / © 2007 Nodakami
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This image of a rusted piece of metal reminded me of a landscape with both foreground and background mountains which are broken up by a lake.
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Portrait / Architectural / people/culture / Macro / Landscape / Still Life / Animal / Nude/FineArt / SunsetCollection / Flowers / Model Maria Anne / Model Saskia Ying / Model Blondie / Model Tammy / Kids / The Book Of Love All The Materials Contained May Not Be Reproduced, Copied, Edited, Published, Transmitted Or Uploaded In Any Way Without My Permission. My Images Do Not Belong To The Public Domain. / © Antoine Dagobert: using this image for any purpose and in any way, without prior permission, may lead to legal action. —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—--
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This is a digital abstract piece using a flame fractal and photographic textures. / / Sister piece to Machines could do the work / / CREDIT : / Many thanks to Cameron Gray for providing his free textures on his Parable Visions website. / / / DATE OF CREATION : 2007.10.12th / / / © 2007 Nodakami
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I Love this work,I had so much fun creating this art work , we all have been a FOOL or know some one who is a FOOL in our life time. / —-—-—-—-—-—-—-— / Rhana Griffin / wrote a great Poem also called the FOOL , I love it and goes very well with this art work . / , Thank you Rhana , please do visit her site to see more of her work. / THE FOOL In the corner sits a fool, / her head, once held so high / now hangs between her knees / as hot tears of shame / fall silently to / drip onto her feet. In the corner sits a fool / her golden locks, / once tossed in confidence / now fall victim / to the rough hacking of the / shears held in her hands. In the corner sits a fool / the flowers of praise / once heaped upon her / now lie dead, turning to dust / borne away on the winds / of her own self disgust. In the corner sits a fool / her fine raiment / once worn so proudly / now ripped to shreds / by the talons of the many / whose den she accidently stumbled upon. In the corner sits a girl / broken but… / never beaten, / who belatedly realises / she has been played for a / fool Her tears now spent, / she raises her head defiantly, / fixes a baleful stare / upon the cause of her suffering / and whispers… / never again
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The Old Town square, Prague
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Abstract Macro Photography – Natural Nature close up of an old, dead, decaying tree / armley woods / Leeds
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I measure every Grief I meet / With narrow, probing, Eyes.. / I wonder if it weighs like Mine / Or has an Easier size. I wonder if They bore it long / Or did it just begin / I could not tell the Date of Mine / It feels so old a pain I wonder if it hurts to live / And if They have to try / And whether..could They choose between / It would not be..to die I note that Some, gone patient long, / At length, renew their smile.. / An imitation of a Light / That has so little Oil I wonder if when Years have piled / Some Thousands on the Harm / That hurt them early..such a lapse / Could give them any Balm Or would they go on aching still / Through Centuries of Nerve / Enlightened to a larger Pain / In Contrast with the Love The Grieved are many…I am told. / There is the various Cause.. / Death is but one..and comes but once / And only nails the eyes There’s Grief of Want..and grief of Cold.. / A sort they call “Despair” / There’s Banishment from native Eyes / In Sight of Native Air And though I may not guess the kind. / Correctly..yet to me / A piercing Comfort it affords / In passing Calvary. To note the fashions…of the Cross, / And how they’re mostly worn… / Still fascinated to presume / That Some, are like My Own.Emily Dickinson / / 12×14 is a bit of an anomaly for me, and is the beginning of a new journey….painted in watercolour on Arches Rough Paper it is also part of the Abstract Collection and the Tools Series…...the title refers to numbers and shapes and lengths, a carpenter, tools, math, metaphor, humanity, stories….. / There are so many layers to the painting…as part of the tool series, it is a picture of nails, but once you get past that, it turns into something else…the pain of piercing grief, the ties to Christianity, death and eyes nailed shut, the number of triangles which seem to go on to infinity, three points, the measurement of time, the measurement of the nails themselves…the structure that they make which is somewhat like a house…the sharp points etc..etc..and the background which though it seems like a landscape, is also reminiscent of the nails… the poem says so much too…. I hope it helps to get a deeper understanding of the painting /
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This is a very close up photorgraph of an old, rusting, decaying, steel, metal fence. / Water Lane / Leeds City Centre
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early spring morning sold cards / /
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featured in Peace,LOve&Happiness Hippies 11-01-2009 / featured in The World As We See It 10-27-2009 Now that she’s back in the atmosphere / With drops of Jupiter in her hair / Yeah, yeah, yeah / She acts like summer and walks like rain / Reminds me that there’s time to change / Yeah, yeah, yeah / Since the return of her stay on the moon / She listen’s like spring and she talks like June / Yeah, yeah, yeah But tell me, / Did you sail across the sun / Did you make it to the Milky Way / To see the lights are faded / And that heaven is overrated Tell me / Did you fall for a shooting star / One without a permanent scar / And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there Now that she’s back from that soul vacation / Tracing her way throught the constellation / Yeah, yeah, yeah / She checks out Mozart while she does Tae-Bo / Reminds me that there’s room to grow / Yeah, yeah, yeah / Now that she’s back in the atmosphere / I’m afraid that she might think of me as / Plain ‘ol Jane / Told a story ‘bout a man who was to afraid to fly so he never did land But tell me / Did the wind sweep you off your feet? / Did you finally get the chance to / Dance along the light of day / And head back to the Milky Way Tell me / Did Venus blow your mind / Was it everything you wanted to find? / And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there? Can you imagine no / Love, pride, deep-fried chicken / Your best friend always sticking up for you / Even when I know you’re wrong / Can you imagine no / First dance, freeze-dried romance / Five hour phone conversation / The best soy latte that you ever had and me But tell me / Did the wind sweep you off your feet / Did you finally get the chance to / Dance along the light of day / And head back to the Milky Way Tell me / Did you sail across the sun / Did you make it to the Milky Way / To see the lights are faded / And that heaven is overrated Tell me / Did you fall for a shooting star / One without a permanent scar / And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself Na, na, na, na / (And did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day?) / Na, na, na, na / (And did you fall from a shooting star, fall from a shooting star) / Na, na, na, na / (An now you’re lonely looking for yourself out there) (Train) Created with Apophysis&Incendia /
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