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Author: Sally Omar / Word Count: 141 / browse writing next / The years passed quickly / Each one faster than before / Hours flew by / Soon there would be no more She toiled very hard / Working on the land / Her face was wrinkled / Rough were the palms of her hand Her husband passed on / Children moved away / She now treasured every moment / Every single day Old fashioned was she / A woman of pride / Always told the truth / Never did she lie Could not understand / How things were so rearranged / People so different / The world had certainly changed She walked the path / Of the righteous …always eager to please / Prayed every day / Down on her knees She was often lonely / Missed her family and friends / Still she appreciated life / And would till the end She knew the day was coming / To unburden her load / She knew that soon / Would be the End Of The Road / Thanks very much Sally Omar :)
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/ MCN: CE8AF-C274C-91FDF / / © Imber 2007. All photographs and artworks in this portfolio are copyrighted and owned by the artist, Imber. Any reproduction, modification, publication, transmission, transfer, or exploitation of any of the content, for personal or commercial use, whether in whole or in part, without written permission from the artist is strictly prohibited. All rights reserved.
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/ MCN: C4369-F11B0-74D70 / / © Imber 2007. All photographs and artworks in this portfolio are copyrighted and owned by the artist, Imber. Any reproduction, modification, publication, transmission, transfer, or exploitation of any of the content, for personal or commercial use, whether in whole or in part, without written permission from the artist is strictly prohibited. All rights reserved /
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Chase, in black and white. Portrait of an artist, musician, godson, beautiful person inside and out. Copyright
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Chase, in color. Portrait of an artist, musician, godson, beautiful person inside and out. Copyright
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A small laneway in Venice, Italy, one rainy morning. Thanks to Janys Hyde / for the description of the location of this shot: / the bridge just visible on the right which leads into the square of S.S. Apostoli one of the squares en route along the Lista di Spagna, a main thoroughfare between the railway station and the Rialto Bridge. 2008 This photograph in the The Top Ten of the Black and White Photography group Street challenge Featured on the home page, 24 Sept 2008. Featured in the European Everyday Life group, Oct ‘08. © All images are copyright Daniela Di Cesare 2008. You may not use any images (in whole or in part) without written consent from artist. All rights reserved.
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Chefchaouen is a city in northwest Morocco. It is the chief town of the province of the same name. Chefchaouen is situated in the Rif Mountains, just inland from Tangier and Tetouan. The city was founded in 1471, as a small fortress which still exists to this day, by Moorish exiles from Spain to fight the Portuguese invasions of northern Morocco. It was known as one of the main concentrations of Moriscos and Jews who sought refuge in this mountainous city after the Spanish Reconquista in medieval times. In 1920, the Spanish seized Chefchaouen to form part of Spanish Morocco. They returned the city after the independence of Morocco in 1956. The name ‘Chefchaouen’ refers to the shapes of the mountain tops that tower over the town, that look like the two horns (chaoua) of a goat. It literally means “look at the horns”. The blue-rinsed houses and buildings, are a tradition that comes from the town’s former Jewish population. (Care of Wikipedia) / The Blue City This photo won the “Urban Jungle” challenge at All Around the Styles group, October 3, 2008.
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/ MCN: CE233-1391C-65B8D / / © Imber 2008. All photographs and artworks in this portfolio are copyrighted and owned by the artist, Imber. Any reproduction, modification, publication, transmission, transfer, or exploitation of any of the content, for personal or commercial use, whether in whole or in part, without written permission from the artist is strictly prohibited. All rights reserved.
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If Heaven and Hell decide / That they both are satisfied / Illuminate the NOs on their vacancy signs If there’s no one beside you / When your soul embarks / Then I’ll follow you into the dark - Death Cab for Cutie Enjoy!! _
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Macro photograph taken from a dead leaf! All of my photographs are now available to buy in gallery size prints, on paper or canvas Please contact me directly for sizes and pricing! My Sales / UrbanArt / Panoramics / Rockscapes / Barkscapes / Flowers / Paintings / Sunsets / Story Photoart Please visit my group / Nature’s Macro Canvas / Macro photography group for Abstract Landscapes/Art found in nature! and my new group…... / Abstract Macro Urban Art
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Chefchaouen is a city in northwest Morocco. It is the chief town of the province of the same name. Chefchaouen is situated in the Rif Mountains, just inland from Tangier and Tetouan. The city was founded in 1471, as a small fortress which still exists to this day, by Moorish exiles from Spain to fight the Portuguese invasions of northern Morocco. It was known as one of the main concentrations of Moriscos and Jews who sought refuge in this mountainous city after the Spanish Reconquista in medieval times. In 1920, the Spanish seized Chefchaouen to form part of Spanish Morocco. They returned the city after the independence of Morocco in 1956. The name ‘Chefchaouen’ refers to the shapes of the mountain tops that tower over the town, that look like the two horns (chaoua) of a goat. It literally means “look at the horns”. The blue-rinsed houses and buildings, are a tradition that comes from the town’s former Jewish population. (Care of Wikipedia) / The Blue City II
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A day at the beach in Essaouira, Morocco. July 2007. A lovely little beach town, in the middle of summer, this place was like an oasis. We left Marrakesh which was getting up to 40 degrees Celsius each day and I remember being on the bus for about 3 hours and then ten minutes outside of Essaouira the temperature dropped about 10 degrees. It was such an amazing relief. Even still, it was very hot and I can’t imagine going to the beach dressed like this. It’s a far cry from Australian beaches I have to say!
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This family of 8 is not homeless (though I’m sure they are close to it) The photo was taken in July 2007, the hottest summer I have ever experienced, though probably an annual thing for the locals of Morocco. The family was sleeping on the roof because the days were reaching 45 Celsius, and the nights were not much better. Everyone stayed in the shade during the days and came out at night to go about their business. Even small children were up till 2am. Needless to say, it made my trip exhausting but exciting. Fes or Fez (Arabic فاس [Fās], French Fès) is the third largest city in Morocco, after Casablanca and Rabat, with a population of 946,815 (2004 census). It is the capital of the Fès-Boulemane Region. Fes is one of the four so-called “imperial cities” (the others are Marrakech, Meknes and Rabat). The Medina of Fes el Bali, the largest of the two medinas of Fes, is believed to be the largest contiguous car-free urban area in the world. Fes el Bali is classified as a UNESCO World Heritage Site. (Care of Wikipedia, read more “http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fes,_Morocco” ).
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This is a photo taken just before dawn in the woods of Mont Laurier, just before one reaches Val D’or, where one drives in the nearby Canadian national park for hours with only nature and wildlife. It’s a winter morning at about 5:30am and the camera is pointed away from where the sun was to come up.
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Yesterday went to Limoge,Charente. / Found this fantastic wall,all of it is a painting ,..... © Copyright 2008 Jo Hoden “C’est la Vie”, All Rights Reserved
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Just beautifull ,it’s art by itself, Bishnoi, Rajahstan, India
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How the Bride of Innocence was conceived . . .
by Jaeda DeWaltWhy Red? / I love accenting images with Red because red is the color of pain, the color of love, of stolen innocence, it is the color th…
Why Red? / I love accenting images with Red because red is the color of pain, the color of love, of stolen innocence, it is the color that flows during birth when a woman brings life into this world, it is often the color that flows out of us as we leave this earth. Today i am sharing part one of, “The Bride of Innocence”. The backgrounds you see are from the balcony pics i took during the daytime. WHAT THE LOSS OF INNOCENCE ISN’T My fellow creative Marny Barnes offered me some words that were powerful and rang true: I refuse to beleive that you don’t hold a peice of that innocene still…somewhere in all that torture you were strong enough to keep some of that innocence safe and just for you. AND I will tell you why I think that. YOU STILL see beauty all around you, / You bleed beauty and innocence out of all your work, / You touch the beauty in the torture and the pain and it grows roses…and color….and ART. If you had no innocence, you would not see the world and other peoples art with such wonder. I SEE INNOCENCE IN YOU. / YOUR HEART IS PURE AND BEAUTIFUL. YOUR ART IS BEAUTIFUL. / THE WORDS YOU LEAVE TO INSPIRE OTHERS / (ON YOUR OWN WORK…..AND THEIRS) IS BEAUTIFUL There is a mourning for the innocence i never got to have or experience as a child. / That is part of what makes incest and sexual abuse so painful. HOWEVER . . . / Marny brought to the light of my consciousness, something i failed to realize and address in my work . . . That my sweetness, my love, did not die when i was abused. It is still at my core and at my essence. My love of sweet joys remain, my softness, light, grace and hope. And these are aspects i will seek to express in my future survivor-orientated work. And i thank you Marny so much for bringing that to the surface of my consciousness. THE CONCEPTION / The Bride of Innocence (Jaeda as the Brides) was conceived back toward the end of May. That’s when construction workers put up scaffolding and started tearing down the supports on my 3rd story balcony and tarped it off. The construction guys worked a few days on my balcony, tearing stuff down, said something about needing to get permits – due to structural damage . . . and they haven’t been back since. So i decided i would get some pictures, now that my balcony is double long (they tore down the wall that separates my neighbor and me). Everything was bathed in a surreal blue light, from the tarp. The scaffolding was also double long and it looked like an endless hallway leading to the land of dreams, to heaven, anything your imagination can conjure up. The balcony itself looked very sad, broken and i kind of liked it’s decayed appeal and thought, at least i could use this to my advantage, creatively! So i went out on my balcony, during the day and night, and took lots of pictures. At night the tarped scaffolding resembled a boat marina or harbor at night. It looked so very different from, the hallway to heaven, of daylight. Previous to the balcony pictures, i had taken some studio pics of me in a makeshift bridal gown. I borrowed the bridal veil from my sister. Ripped the satin bottom off of an old nightgown for the top and used a sheer window treatment panel for the gown part/bottom because i don’t sew! LOL The bridal pictures i took of myself in the studio are what popped into my head as i was photographing the balcony and “The Bride of Innocence” was conceived. It is a slightly sad, disturbing series . . . but i wanted the next series i created to be along the lines of my Red Jane series. I felt like digging deep into all the little nooks and crannies of my soul and Spirit. All of those dark, repressed places that cry out to be acknowledged and expressed. partake and enjoy PEACE and LIGHT / j a e d a :) The Bride of Change The Bride of CHANGE / Peers through the isolating veil of pain and abuse – she is vulnerable / Her weakness is her strength because she OVERCOMES For she will no longer succumb to a tainted existence / Nor the toxic relationships, that leave dark stains on her soul / She knows . . .these ghosts of perversion and possession must go And the red of pain mixes with pink whispers of hope / She summoning the strength / To reach out, start anew and become WHOLE © Jaeda DeWalt listen to Jaeda recite The Bride of Change / —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—- The Bride of Innocence Pretty in Pink / She softly mourns for the bride she never got to be / No pristine, white gown for this lovely lady / She will never be the Bride of INNOCENCE She does not seek what she can not be given . . . / For innocence is the one gift, / That once stolen, / Can never be replaced yet the loss is forgiven © Jaeda DeWalt listen to Jaeda recite The Bride of Innocence / —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—- The Bride of Pain The Bride of PAIN is stuck inside / A blurry nightmare / As her subconscious rewinds her past / And plays it for her – over and over again . . . It is the kind of nightmare where / Violated flesh bleeds red / And the sound of innocence being stolen gets lost / Inside a hazy maze of surreal blue hues She falls to her knees in agony / She wants to find her way out of this repetitive dream / She knows to save herself / She must change the ending . . . © Jaeda DeWalt listen to Jaeda recite The Bride of Pain —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-- CLOSE-UPS
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The middle-aged buck came right out in front the camera as if to say “Hey, remember me?!” :) Nobody could forget him (not River or me) because he met with us everyday from last spring to fall! And we both love him! :) Everyday we managed to get to the woods to meet with him, our day seemed “right” and “whole” because of it. He made us happy and encountering, watching and playing with him IS, true to the meaning of the word, our (my dog River’s and mine) passion! For the remembrance of this magnificent buck, I shall donate this piece of work to charity for his, and the well being of all the living in the forest! Donation to charity / 50% of the proceeds of the sale of this image will be donated to Nature Canada
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On my shoppingday in Jodhpur, Rajahstan, India
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This is one of the sunrise shots at the north of Montreal in the mountains near Gigi’s home, in a freezing Sunday morning where my fingers feel like the freezing chairs in the picture. :) Thank you for taking me there Gigi! I guess one could say that I love anything that has to do with nature including the living beings, the woods, the trees, the rivers and streams, and the mountains of course, but the sunrise – I can never get enough “watching” of the few minutes each day when the sun comes up. Is it a “passion”, well…. :)
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My mule deer family was having an intense discussion about something – I suspected that it was about River who mistook herself for a fawn! :) They knew that the fawns “initiated” her “identity confusion” – not sure River, or most of the fawns, wanted to “fix” it though, as they all seemed to enjoy a “dog-fawn” among them. :)
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