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This man works infront of the Empress Hotel in Victoria, British Columbia. I bought two prints from him, one based around Mother Earth and the other based around the Tree of Life. He has an interesting look to both himself and his prints. On a sidenote, I went back to Victoria about 8 months after I took this, found him selling his wares at the same place and gave him a copy of this photo. The version here is actually the 3rd reincarnation of this shot as I haven’t been truly happy with the post processing until now.
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This is the quote: As the days pass us by, / and our lives are filled with deadlines and responsibilities, / It is only a child who will remind us to take the time to enjoy the simple things in life … to stop and live for the moment, to take in the summer breeze, to chase a shooting star, and to / Stop and Smell The Dandelions~ Info for the Sold Group: / Sold as Mounted Print / on Red Bubble
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This image was chosen as the November ‘09 image to be included in the 2009 Christmas Seasons calendar by CalendaRus. There have been two sales of this calendar. BYGONE ERA IMAGE COLLECTION We saw this wonderful old wagon on the side of the road during a road trip through West Virginia in December 2005. This vintage wagon is “Miss December” in my 2009 calendar. There has been one sale of this image. Thank you for stopping by to comment on this image. I don’t normally respond with individual thank-you comments due to time constraints (slow dial-up speed). I prefer to spend my limited time on RB by commenting on your work instead. However, I want you to know how much it means to me that you took the time to view and comment on my work! Patricia ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Please don’t copy or download this image. My photos may NOT be reproduced and/or used in any form without my written permission. If you want this photograph, I would be honored for you to purchase it. ©2008 Patricia Montgomery | Bucks Mountain Galleries All rights reserved.
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This is a TtV image (Through the Viewfinder), using the alternative photographic technique of composing the image through an old twin reflex camera (argus75)and taking the picture with a digital camera and a 1;1 macro lens’.
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we found a neat old barn and stable, inside i loved this leftover area…played with this for my first try with some hdr…fake that is since i used one shot…crtiquing welcome
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Final image of the “Alice’s Dream” series Pen & Ink Freehand 18 X 12 inches / 46 X 31 cm Original : / Sold / contact my Agents at Gallery 112 / .........................................................................
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Wall and branches
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“I was born in the breezes, and I had studied the sea as perhaps few men have studied it, neglecting all else.” Joshua Slocum (Painting)
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This is a TtV image (Through the Viewfinder), using the alternative photographic technique of composing the image through an old twin reflex camera and taking the picture with a new digital camera’.
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The result of listening to a ton of Christmas songs and watching “Sweeney Todd” last night, lol. Yay.
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THE OLD WOMAN’S SONG Yes, I’m an old woman, and I’ve seen it all. / Now I can’t see: I could walk into a wall. Yes, I’m an old woman, with scars and lines. / I’ve been hit and abused too many times. Yes, I’m an old woman, I never could win. / So I took up a needle and sewed my own chin. Yes, I’m an old woman,—I sewed up my chin. / There are burns on my face from my late husband’s sin. Yes, I’m an old woman and God’s given me life. / It’s been many long years since I lived as a wife. Yes, I’m an old woman but I no longer must hide. / And I still have my faith, my modesty, my pride. Yes, I’m an old woman and I have a white head. / But sometimes I think I might better be dead. Yes, dear, I’m an old woman and I can’t tell when / Allah will call me to die. But I’ll be at peace then. by -=Dayonda / __ / PHOTO by Russell Lee Klika / :Russell is an inspired and terrific Camera Artist! He’s a combat photographer, and goes where the actions is. To purchase or to see more more excellent photos, visit his portfolio now! This poem was inspired by Russell’s Photo “Untitled”, above. / 18:34 8/15/2008 09 Sep 2008- I now believe that the markings on this woman’s face are the result of tattooings, having seen another of Sgt. Klika’s photos of another person with the same pattern.
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Glowing with experience
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This is a TtV image (Through the Viewfinder), using the alternative photographic technique of composing the image through an old twin reflex (argus75) camera and taking the picture with a new digital camera’.
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sequel to “Alice’s Dream” Pen & Ink Freehand 18 X 12 inches / 46 X 31 cm Original : / Sold / contact my Agents at Gallery 112 / ........................................................................
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On October 9, 2008 this image placed In the top ten of a Gold Rush & Ghost Towns group challenge. A colorful building in a small-scale version of an old west ghost town on Hwy 9 between Zion National Park and the town of St. George, Utah. It was closed and now I can’t remember the name of the attraction. This is Miss Molly’s House of Negotiable Affection. BYGONE ERA IMAGE COLLECTION Thank you for stopping by to comment on this image. I don’t normally respond with individual thank-you comments due to time constraints (slow dial-up speed). I prefer to spend my limited time on RB by commenting on your work instead. However, I want you to know how much it means to me that you took the time to view and comment on my work! Patricia ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Please don’t copy or download this image. My photos may NOT be reproduced and/or used in any form without my written permission. If you want this photograph, I would be honored for you to purchase it. ©2008 Patricia Montgomery | Bucks Mountain Galleries All rights reserved.
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A good look at the general “Who cares, let’s party” attitude towards the Earth’s overall plight. . . Pen & Ink and Color Pencil and Photoshopped Globe
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Zabber Dast!, noting like pakistani craftsmanship…...........way ahead of anyone’s time.
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Beach House / Mixed Media Production by Karin Taylor / from the Beach Series / ink pastel acrylic charcoal adobe photoshop canvas textured paper / One day I was thinking…..i want to just sketch something, rather than imagine it and stylise the image…..so out i went in the little broom broom car and sat opposite a very sweet little cottage near the beach one morning… It was lovely sitting in the car in the morning sun, having some lovely free time just to draw. it was such a pretty little cottage…with stained glass on the huge front door and a large verandah, it must’ve been very old as they don’t build ‘em like this these days :) ..probably an old queenslander the palms were swaying over the top, and the gardens all overgrown…. Once I got home i added some colour, and a lot later played a little with it in photoshop, using a filter and bumping the colours up
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Hi folks Little Karin would be about 4 years old in this pic / My mum made this lime green dress out of a crepe material / with the addition of lace flowers, mum made a lot of clothes, / and we had some mother and daughter outfits, which I’ll / never forget :) Not for sale… / Just loading this for Baby Faces of Red Bubble group.. / came across it today and thought I’d add it to the ones already loaded / it’s so much fun!
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A friends car now just part of the landscape!
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Acrylics & oil pastel on canvas This painting is the inspiration for a poem by CC Arshagra. I am honored. “PAIN’S MIGHT … Oh The Tender Soul Of It All” The wound is, and life lands / To lose youth to pain’s age / Tomorrows came to cover you / And the hemorrhaging of it all To mind days of love’s endless battle with will / The treatments and drugs and the scalpels’ tear sealed / Whilst lo, your guard of love protected receiving / The subject of: You are an object to save The study and practice of treating the unknown / The science of mystery fed by narcotics / An oath of God-nature with a license to heal / Controlled by the most faithful desperate pleas pricing Oh how—God would teach you—the long ends of pain / How love’s guilt could rear up your sins living end / The will of your love for life grew ever-strong / Till here alone your plight withstood the fell time The wound is, and living life lands / To win wars of pain and rest not: more the same / To conquer controlling your dividing mind vice / To be love and be all wars’ opposites vying Then lo, time’s technology beat what is mortal / The heart was not going to kill you—The mother / What pain now knew so did your fight to recover / And Death’s loss was measured by what war was won? Then the day comes to know you cannot survive death / You cannot defeat life, love, or your soul’s self / There is no war questioning how your soul forms / Long—you are still here, (lost?) fighting with pain So you lay down your arms and say ‘Let the storms come,’ / And lo, what you always have known as defeat / Was a storm’s profound calm, and immeasurable peace / Your fight to fix life broken—fell to its knees To undergo living life here—sow to grow / You gave your fists hands to touch Death’s not alone / And you unfurled your wings here to span the whole globe / But were rained on by stones you have thrown Now all that pain taught you was still close at hand / You have only to move your mind’s wrathful command / And crush all things mortal with suffering’s might / And price your pride is wrong and paid by you’re right How pain has (constantly) taught you so well / But who lives within one sane heavenly hell? / If nothing is just the beginning of life / And death is a gift earned by one’s honest path Yet in pain’s domain—all wars cannot be one / For pain less its life, fears your own wholeness shared / Pain can not grasp not protecting its face / Its purpose is to trust no one but itself A dichotomy of answers held hands stretched apart / And mind you they never must form one love’s cup / To pool the world quenching pain’s love beyond thirst / And keep not the share of all swallowing others Forever pain weighs it must not grow extinct / Its powers of fortune fear losing its’ plight / But love comes and offers it freedom from this: / Fore-save pains lost knowledge of healing itself And the wound is, and now life lands upon the future was / Living has reached your eyes’ soul / And blindness has forced you to see your soul’s ravel / Through the loom of Good’s Evil & Evil’s Good travels Soul steps are here, as it all turns too real. / Physical stones tied to spirit’s unknown / By webs of raw innocence; faultless at birth / Blamed now and weighed at survival’s sane cliff Being’s form growing has gifted you this / The days are now filling with priceless relief / And more now what lessens inverted dimensions / Still your wing’s flights are delayed by flight lessons Sum love impossible is being born / How you cry at the gorge of your brain’s fabric torn / For pain is a headstone awaiting its’ site / But peace of mind can’t find its plot on this earth It’s here; being born, like the nose on your face / Now the wind gives you all the breath you need / The healing choice of pain ends; old wounds will die / Lay down your harm-laden weapons of fault For all faults are done! / There is no reward! / You are here now! / Harm none; include self! Live you are / Hereby one self and no more / Respect death’s gift / Moment by soul-moments form Heal pain and others will be led by you / Heal pain and other will be healed by you / Let go of pain’s will / For this is Your choice © Copyright 1/9/2008 C.C. Arshagra / From “the Poetry of good-bye” Series and collention (Unpublished work)
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