Allen
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Madeline M Allen
Canada
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Glen Allen
United Kingdom
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Rhys Allen
Australia
883 creative works found
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My inner rumblings reflect my personal trials, dreams, needs and obligations. My Artwork reflects who I am! / / WINDSWEPT SPIRITS / / / Smudge Art TM / Photography / Fractal Art / / By: Madeline M. Allen Thank you for viewing my work Image copyright © 2008, Madeline M. Allen / Copying and displaying or redistribution of this image without permission from the artist is strictly prohibited*
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A shirt for Edward Cullen fans.
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My inner rumblings reflect my personal trials, dreams, needs and obligations. My Artwork reflects who I am! THOU SHALT NOT STEAL MY ART / / Fractal / Smudge Art TM. / Photography / By: Madeline M. Allen Thank you for viewing my work. Image copyright © 2008, Madeline M. Allen / Copying and displaying or redistribution of this image without permission from the artist is strictly prohibited.
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My inner rumblings reflect my personal trials, dreams, needs and obligations. My Artwork reflects who I am! / / Photography / By: Madeline M. Allen Thank you for viewing my work. Image copyright © 2008, Madeline M. Allen / Copying and displaying or redistribution of this image without permission from the artist is strictly prohibited.
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My inner rumblings reflect my personal trials, dreams, needs and obligations. My Artwork reflects who I am! / / AURORA POLARIS / / Photography / Fractal Art / By: Madeline M. Allen Thank you for viewing my work. Image copyright © 2008, Madeline M. Allen / Copying and displaying or redistribution of this image without permission from the artist is strictly prohibited.
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An Allen’s Hummingbird .. among the wildflower, red columbine. Taken at Shipley Nature Center in Huntington Beach, California. Canon EOS 50D Camera and Canon EF 100-400mm f/4.5-5.6 L IS USM Lens. 1/1600 s / Aperture Priority / f/5.6 / ISO: 400 / Focal Length: 285mm / Hand held, no flash
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My inner rumblings reflect my personal trials, dreams, needs and obligations. My Artwork reflects who I am! / / GOSLING THREE / / / Smudge Art TM. / Photography / Fractal Art / / By: Madeline M. Allen Thank you for viewing my work Image copyright © 2008, Madeline M. Allen / Copying and displaying or redistribution of this image without permission from the artist is strictly prohibited*
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My inner rumblings reflect my personal trials, dreams, needs and obligations. My Artwork reflects who I am ! / / PRAIRE SKY / Photography / By: Madeline M. Allen Thank you for viewing my work Image copyright © 2008, Madeline M. Allen / Copying and displaying or redistribution of this image without permission from the artist is strictly prohibited / PHOTOGRAPHY BY: Madeline in Collaboration with Cliff My many Thanks to my friend Cliff for doing such a great job with this ordinary picture. Turning it into a fantastic piece of artwork ! You are fantastic my friend!! / /
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My inner rumblings reflect my personal trials, dreams, needs and obligations. My Artwork reflects who I am! / / / UNFOLDING / Fractal / Smudge Art TM. / Photography / By: Madeline M. Allen / / MCN: CDDA7-13813-F52C2 Thank you for viewing my work. / Image copyright © 2008, Madeline M. Allen / Copying and displaying or redistribution of this image without permission from the artist is strictly prohibited.
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Artwork ” HEAVENLY SPIRIT “ / / Tue May 27 03:16:09 MDT 2008 / MCN:C1E90-66305-FAE48 / / My inner rumblings reflect my personal trials, dreams, needs and obligations. My Artwork reflects who I am! / / Smudge Art TM. / Fractal Art / Photography By: Madeline M. Allen Thank you for viewing my work. Image copyright © 2008, Madeline M. Allen / Copying and displaying or redistribution of this image without permission from the artist is strictly prohibited.
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My inner rumblings reflect my personal trials, dreams, needs and obligations. My Artwork reflects who I am! THOU SHALT NOT STEAL MY ART / / Photography / By: Madeline M. Allen Thank you for viewing my work. Image copyright © 2008, Madeline M. Allen / Copying and displaying or redistribution of this image without permission from the artist is strictly prohibited.
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This piece is an earlier work related to my Elemental Worlds exhibition from 2003 and 2004. The image was created with LightWave 3D and Bryce with some minor post work done in Photoshop. © 2003. Smaller unlimited prints are now available here on RedBubble. More of my work can be viewed at my online gallery: DAViD M. ALLeN
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My inner rumblings reflect my personal trials, dreams, needs and obligations. My Artwork reflects who I am! / / Yes.ter.year 1955* / / Smudge Art TM. / Photography / By: Madeline M. Allen / Thank you for viewing my work / Image copyright © 2008, Madeline M. Allen / Copying and displaying or redistribution of this image without permission from the artist is strictly prohibited / xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx / On the eve of my Hubby and I going home to Newfoundland , Canada on holidays and a 2 week photo shoot of my beautiful homeland island. I can not think of a better picture to add to this competion LLD4. I have very fond memories of this old train titled “YER-TER-YEAR 1955 ” and it is a great represation of my life growing up in the small town of Badger,Newfoundland !!! / In its day, the Newfoundland railway carried passengers and freight between Port aux Basques and St. John’s with frequent stops in Corner Brook. At the time, the fastest train in the province was known as the Newfie Bullet. While the Newfoundland Railway no longer operates, the Newfie Bullet is now the focal point of the Railway Society of Newfoundland Historic Train Site. / xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx / SNOWBOUND ON THE NEWFIE BULLET / December 1958 / by Reg Miller, RCAF Seeing photos of the “Newfie Bullet” brings back fond memories of travelling on a swaying, slow-moving, heavy smoke spouting train. It was great. My most memorable recollection happened around mid-December of 1958 when I was in the Royal Canadian Air Force and on my way home on leave from Whitehorse to St. John’s. I was travelling via Trans Canada Air Lines but when we got to Stephenville, the pilot advised us the weather from there to St. John’s was too bad for flying and we were going to be transferred to the “Bullet.” Adventure time!!!! So off we went by rail thinking we would reach our destination the next day. Unfortunately, the next day the train could go no further than Goobies because the rail line to St. John’s was quite impassable. In those days, I was a drinker and luckily we were stuck a short distance from the local beer/liquor outlet – which caused a loud cheer from the passengers when we were told this. On the FOURTH day, the rail plough finally reached us and we were able to get under-way, which was just as well because the spirits had all been consumed, as had most of the food that the railway was providing free of charge. It was a wonderful four days and everyone (at least in our car) had taken the unscheduled stop in grand style. The only unfortunate thing was that I had taken numerous photos of our entrapment and when I got back to Whitehorse the following February and sent the film in for development, I got a free film back and a letter advising me that one film in a thousand gets messed up when being developed and it just happened to be mine. That was disappointing!! Regardless, I had the memories and they were terrific. I certainly hated to see the grand old “Newfie Bullet” disappear. / xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx / / /
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My inner rumblings reflect my personal trials, dreams, needs and obligations. My Artwork reflects who I am! / / Fractal / Smudge Art TM. By: Madeline M. Allen Thank you for viewing my work. Image copyright © 2008, Madeline M. Allen / Copying and displaying or redistribution of this image without permission from the artist is strictly prohibited. /
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A bunch of colorful cute birds.
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Smudge Art TM. By: Madeline M. Allen Thank you for viewing my work. Image copyright © 2007, Madeline M. Allen Copying and displaying or redistribution of this image without permission from the artist is strictly prohibited.
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My inner rumblings reflect my personal trials, dreams, needs and obligations. My Artwork reflects who I am! / SUNSET OVER JOE GLOBE LAKE / Taken in the central Newfoundland,Canada wilderness / Photography By: Madeline M. Allen Thank you for viewing my work Image copyright © 2008, Madeline M. Allen / Copying and displaying or redistribution of this image without permission from the artist is strictly prohibited*
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My inner rumblings reflect my personal trials, dreams, needs and obligations. My Artwork reflects who I am! / / MOONLIT NIGHT* / / / Smudge Art TM. / Photography / Fractal Art By: Madeline M. Allen Thank you for viewing my work Image copyright © 2008, Madeline M. Allen / Copying and displaying or redistribution of this image without permission from the artist is strictly prohibited
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Inspired by Edgar Allen Poe’s masterful and thought provoking poem The Raven _Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary, / Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, / While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, / As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. / `’Tis some visitor,’ I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door - / Only this, and nothing more.’ Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, / And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. / Eagerly I wished the morrow; – vainly I had sought to borrow / From my books surcease of sorrow – sorrow for the lost Lenore - / For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore - / Nameless here for evermore. And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain / Thrilled me – filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; / So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating / `’Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door - / Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; - / This it is, and nothing more,’ Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer, / `Sir,’ said I, `or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; / But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, / And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, / That I scarce was sure I heard you’ – here I opened wide the door; - / Darkness there, and nothing more. Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing, / Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before / But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token, / And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, `Lenore!’ / This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, `Lenore!’ / Merely this and nothing more. Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning, / Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before. / `Surely,’ said I, `surely that is something at my window lattice; / Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore - / Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; - / ‘Tis the wind and nothing more!’ Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, / In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore. / Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he; / But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door - / Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door - / Perched, and sat, and nothing more. Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, / By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, / `Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,’ I said, `art sure no craven. / Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore - / Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night’s Plutonian shore!’ / Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.’ Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly, / Though its answer little meaning – little relevancy bore; / For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being / Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door - / Bird or beast above the sculptured bust above his chamber door, / With such name as `Nevermore.’ But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only, / That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour. / Nothing further then he uttered – not a feather then he fluttered - / Till I scarcely more than muttered `Other friends have flown before - / On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.’ / Then the bird said, `Nevermore.’ Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken, / `Doubtless,’ said I, `what it utters is its only stock and store, / Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster / Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore - / Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore / Of “Never-nevermore.”’ But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling, / Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door; / Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking / Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore - / What this grim, ungainly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore / Meant in croaking `Nevermore.’ This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing / To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom’s core; / This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining / On the cushion’s velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o’er, / But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o’er, / She shall press, ah, nevermore! Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer / Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. / `Wretch,’ I cried, `thy God hath lent thee – by these angels he has sent thee / Respite – respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore! / Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!’ / Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.’ `Prophet!’ said I, `thing of evil! – prophet still, if bird or devil! - / Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, / Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted - / On this home by horror haunted – tell me truly, I implore - / Is there – is there balm in Gilead? – tell me – tell me, I implore!’ / Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.’ `Prophet!’ said I, `thing of evil! – prophet still, if bird or devil! / By that Heaven that bends above us – by that God we both adore - / Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, / It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels named Lenore - / Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels named Lenore?’ / Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.’ `Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!’ I shrieked upstarting - / `Get thee back into the tempest and the Night’s Plutonian shore! / Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken! / Leave my loneliness unbroken! – quit the bust above my door! / Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!’ / Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.’ And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting / On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; / And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming, / And the lamp-light o’er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor; / And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor / Shall be lifted – nevermore!_
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My inner rumblings reflect my personal trials, dreams, needs and obligations. My Artwork reflects who I am! / / MIDNIGHT ON THE TUNDRA / / / Photography / Fractal Art / By: Madeline M. Allen Thank you for viewing my work Image copyright © 2008, Madeline M. Allen / Copying and displaying or redistribution of this image without permission from the artist is strictly prohibited*
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My inner rumblings reflect my personal trials, dreams, needs and obligations. My Artwork reflects who I am ! / / / TIGER REFUGE / A COLLABORATION / Photography of El Tiger was provided by my partner in a contest / by Bill Gamblin / The Fractal scenery by myself. Thank you Bill my friend this one was a lot of fun also . By: Madeline M. Allen / / Thank you for viewing my work. / Image copyright © 2008, Madeline M. Allen / Copying and displaying or redistribution of this image without permission from the artist is strictly prohibited.*
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Digital photograph Photoshop enhanced. My neighbor Kim adopted this animal shelter rescue, named for her beautiful blue eyes. She like the picture so much that she decided to purchase a medium framed print. To date it is my one and only sale on RB. Beautiful, Beautiful Blue When I exit my door there sits she on the sill looking out at me. I always wave and call her name “Blue”. Her meow seems to say hello also to you. I step up to the glass. There, my hand I press. She comes over to the pane, bows her head as if to accept my carress and my own to bless. Beautiful, beautiful blue, you are part of me now and I, now, am part of you. Beautiful, beautiful blue.
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Smudge Art TM. / Photography By: Madeline M. Allen Thank you for viewing my work. Image copyright © 2007, Madeline M. Allen Copying and displaying or redistribution of this image without permission from the artist is strictly prohibited Sunsets
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My inner rumblings reflect my personal trials, dreams, needs and obligations. My Artwork reflects who I am! / / LUNAR WOLF / / / Photography / By: Madeline M. Allen Thank you for viewing my work Image copyright © 2008, Madeline M. Allen / Copying and displaying or redistribution of this image without permission from the artist is strictly prohibited*
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