Awake
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this is one of my favorites to this day. It’s an oldie though. / oil on canvas.
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Far too early. / Lake Rotoroa, locally known as Hamilton lake, New Zealand www.cathleentarawhiti.co.nz Featured in Your Magic Place / Thank you. Featured in Canon vs. Nikon / Thank you. Canon 40D 1000+ views People/Portraiture HDR Photography Macro Photography Architecture Collaborations Skyscapes Animals/Birds/Insects Street Photography Everyday Objects Seascapes/Rivers/All Water Summer Photography Odd/Unusual Flowers/Plants/Trees Landscapes New Zealand Abstract Humour Black and White Photography
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other t-shirts / www.yanmostees.com
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Make: Canon / Model: Canon PowerShot S5 IS / Shutter Speed: 1/2 second / F Number: F/3.5 / Focal Length: 25 mm / ISO Speed: 200 / Date Picture Taken: Mar 31, 2008, 10:46:55 AM
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When the warm sun hit the ground in the woods near Lage Vuursche/The Netherlands on a beautiful spring morning in early May, you could see the steam rise. Or were the spirits of the morning dancing a welcome dance for the sun that kissed them awake? / Taken near Lage Vuursche in the Netherlands. Near Lage Vuursche, 2nd May 2008, 8.51 am / Panasonic DMC-TZ3, 4,6-46 mm at 24 mm / F 4,8, 1/60, ISO 100
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these little work give me so much peace . I had to find something that calmed me a tad so I create theses …I needed a release from myself and the hurtful work I do… i awake with these thoughts in my mind put on my piano music and day dream …of soiltude of peace …of catching myself before I fall you can’t see it here but i have finished these with a varnish that looks like glass …..a thick resin … 10”x8” on wood panel ….it just might be the smallest work I have done
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Model – Meluxine These are some outtake/alternates from the same shoot as Apple Blossom Girl – I actually took LOTS of shots from that set and am having strife picking the final shots to use, and since I treat RB as an alt/outtake spot as well as a preview/never before seen/standard portfolio, I figured what the hell ;) This particular pair were shot on my late Grandfather’s Ensign Selfix 820 on god knows what film, Fuji NPS 160 I thiiiiink… or possibly Portra 400NC. I had no idea what to expect, having never put film through the damn thing before, so the fact they worked and looked delightfully dreamy was very cool. These are scanned from the 120 neg, straight off the camera – no editing aside from putting them next to each other and whacking my watermark on them. Woohoo. You can read about the camera here: http://licm.org.uk/livingImage/Selfix820.html Copyright 2008 Harmony Nicholas
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Featured on RedBubble Homepage – 7th December 2008 Lost… somewhere in the magical city of Salzburg (Note: This image was originally labelled incorrectly as an alleyway somewhere in Prague, Czech Republic). I have always been fascinated with cobblestone streets and narrow alleyways. And for some peculiar reason, I am always prompted to remember an old Chris Rea song (Windy Town) whenever I think of cobblestones. Oh, the joy and wonder of musical memory triggers :-) Salzburg, Austria, 2006. [Creative Effects: Colour Removal, Sepia filter, Brightness adjustment, Omni Spotlight with Photoshop] Windy Town by Chris Rea Driving home from the highland line / We done some gigs on the Clyde and the Tyne / They flew us in from a Hamburg strip / The taste of Dusseldorf still on our lips / And on the bus there is a friend of mine / We go way back to the scene of the crime / We sit up front and share a cigarette / And try to remember what we tried to forget He said “Do you remember?” / He said “Do you recall?” / I said “Yeah I remember, oh, I remember it all” / Every time that cold wind blows / Every time I hear that sound / Late night trains shunting down by the river / I remember windy town We come so far and we move so fast / Making hay see it all go past / Round the world and round again / Up and down on that gravy train / But every time that cold wind blows / Every time I hear that sound / The east coast cross winds on the cold wet stone / I remember windy town The freezing corners and the empty streets / The burning passion and the cold wet feet / Three tricky miles home every night / Dodging from the shadows underneath those amber lights / No car for kissing and nowhere to go / Except inside each other and I loved you so / I held your face as you shivered in the rain / Girl I’ll always love you and I’ll love you again / Oh everytime, everytime Every time that cold wind blows / Every time I hear that sound / Late night trains shunting down by the river / I remember windy town / Every time that cold wind blows / Every time I hear that sound / The east coast cross winds on the cold wet stone / I remember windy town
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_hey now, overcome your concern about the weather / and whether or not i’m still alive / check the vital signs / so soft spoken and shy / never gets high anymore / did you poison my food, forgive me i’ve paranoid flu i’ve been lying wide awake paralyzed by the buzzing of the television / these modern things we know, getting you off / these modern things we know, getting you off haunting us, these different meanings and spectral beings. / We’re fighting sleep with broken, rusted weaponry. / Sing so softly and low, like you want me to hear. / Stolen what you can’t afford, / What’s that muffle beating for? i’ve been lying wide awake paralyzed by the buzzing of the television / these modern things we know, getting you off / these modern things we know, getting you off Something I could never say, speak so softly and low. / Something I could never say. / (Yltfos os kaeps) [speak so softly backwards] / Something I could never say. / (Yltfos os kaeps) / Something I could never say. / (Yltfos os kaeps.) / (Speak so softly and low.) / Something I could never say, speak so softly and low. / (Speak so softly.) / (Yltfos os kaeps.) / If you love me let me go. / (Stolen what you can’t…) / Speak so softly. / (Speak so softly.) / (Stolen what you can’t afford, what’s that muffle beat…) / (Yltfos os kaeps.) / (Speak so softly.) / (Something I can never say. Speak so softly and low.) / (Speak so… softly.) / (Yltfos os kaeps. Yltfos os kaeps. Yltfos.)_ - circa survive self portrait montage
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It’s Tea Time! / Let’s have a cup! Featured in the Group Victorian Viewfinders January 21, 2009 / Featured in the Group The Buyers Club January 22, 2009 / Featured in the Group A Photographer’s Craft January 31, 2009 /
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Another photo from a beautiful morning at Anglesea, taken at the same outing as Anglesea Moon I am happy to receive constructive criticism on any of my work from anyone via bubblemail. It is a great way of learning.
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Slowly Spring is waking up .. it is getting warmer, the birds are singing their morning songs … Nature is taking a deep breath, getting ready to spoil us once again with beautiful colours and scents…. After the winter months it is time for us to awaken also.. let our spirits roam, open our arms to the gifts Mother Nature has to offer us, embrace them, accept them…. Photocollage, using various photomaterial from my own stock, after work done in PSP .. and using various filters. woman stock: thanks to Lockstock
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Part of our new greeting card line Message from the Muse © Angi Sullins & Silas Toball For inspiration visit the Message from the Muse Blog! For our gallery of inspirational and mytho-poetic art visit Duirwaigh Studios Duirwaigh Studios: / There you can find prints, greeting cards, calendars, books and more that will make perfect gifts. Plus our inspirational film “A Knock at the Door” and more…
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Shot on the Wildlife Refuge near Lawton, Oklahoma. Big bushes with seed pods on the end. Early spring. Cloudy day… even sprinkled a few times. March 2009 Nikon D80 / Not altered. Slight color correction in CS4 is all. This is in color actually… Featured on the Homepage on 9 June 09! / Thank You So Much!!! / 504 views at time of entry into 500 views group
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My Website SP The Gift She swims through consciousness, dimly aware of the morning light / as the day filters through the blur of her half opened eyelids / Resting her forearm across her brow / she stares up at the blue ceiling above her bed / until the foggy mist from her dream filled sleep finally starts to clear / Her mind awakens like a well oiled clock / cogs turning slowly at first / then with a little fine micromechanical early morning tuning / her pendulum begins to sway rhythmically in time with the day / Thoughts of things to come and yesterday are again set in motion Appointments filter through / and then there’s the parcel she needs to send / Must wrap it up in brown paper, tied with string / remembering to slip in the handwritten note she promised him / penned in scrolls and Indian ink / Rolling on her side, curling her knees up to her chest / she stares unseeing at the wall / She’ll spray his surprise with her favourite perfume / reminding him of her scent / and smiling, she visualises him opening her carefully prepared gift She see’s him untie the string / even hears the paper crackling as he lifts back the folds / slowly reaching in to finger the fabric / she watches in her mind as he lifts lace from soft, white tissue paper / and his utter surprise that she has fulfilled her promise / Smiling to herself she closes her eyes / snuggling deliciously deeper under the covers / wrapping her arms around her knees / while savouring the misty sweet daydream / Tender thoughts of love, hope and desire all tied up in string TMac
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model: Krystal / hair & mua: Sophie the whole series Tracey told me I could add one more without you all getting bored of me ;)
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Worms are so last year
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Watercolor, ink, paper “Awake, north wind, and come, south wind! Blow on my garden, that its fragrance may spread abroad. Let my lover come into his garden and taste its choice fruits.” / (Songs 4:16) It is difficult for the Soul to lose the height of comfort reached, even though all her sacrifices are like tiny beads slipping through her fingers in comparison with the divine reward of His love. The good works the Soul does for Him are not what delights God, but her herself when she remains in Him. The Bride answers to her Beloved: “Whatever wind is blowing: dry north, burning my garden, or gentle south breeze, whatever hardships enter my life, I say – Come, my Beloved, the garden belongs to You only. I will follow You wherever You call me. Let my life be like a table generously laid for You and Your friends.”
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Featured In The Art Of Pain / VAVOOM – Vibration in Art & Words Inspired by one of the most beautiful songs, Falling Awake by Gary Jules. This represents how society is constantly forming and moulding you to be who they want you to be. And the best feeling is when you fall awake and realise who you have become and just break free. You fall away and fall into yourself… Eagle in the dark / Feathers in the pages / Monkeys in my heart / Rattling their cages / Found a way to blue / Another ghost to follow / Said its only up to you / It’s the hardest pill to swallow / Mmmmmhmmmmmhhhmmm You never get to choose / You live on what they send you / You know the kind of use / Things you love will get you / One foot in the grave / One foot in the shower / There’s never time to save / You’re paying by the hour And that’s just the way it goes / Falling awake / And that’s just the way it goes Slipping through the bars / Aware of the danger / Of riding in the cars / Taking candy from strangers / You’re never out of hand / Never out of pocket / Super sonic man / Do you want to buy a rocket Well that’s just the way it goes / Falling awake / Falling awake / And that’s just the way it goes / Falling awake / Falling awake Eagle in the dark / Feathers in the pages / Monkeys in my heart / Are rattling their cages / I could learn to play the game / Learn to run the hustle / If I only had the brains / The money or the muscle P.S. Get your hands on this song ASAP, its so beautiful… Ahh… self portrait
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All work in this portfolio is © Stephanie Rachel Seely. / These materials (images and poems) may NOT be edited, copied, reproduced, printed, distributed, displayed, performed, or used in any way, in whole or in part, without my written permission. Please respect copyright and do not save or upload any images or poems to Photobucket, Flickr, Myspace, Facebook etc. These creative materials are NOT public domain. This work was featured in Dimensions, First Things, and Art & Stories Made For Children Won the Silhouettes challenge – September 25, 3009 Placed 6th in the Silhouette Reflections challenge Today I learned how to make semi-realistic water reflections. So here is my first completed attempt using a sunrise photo I took a few days ago. Stock Credits / Umbrella / Girl / Stock copyrights remain the property of their respective owners.
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part 7 of my phoenix series / “emanations of positive energy “ photo-manipulation + digital painting © 2009 jokiargu creations / All rights reserved thank you for viewing my heART!!!
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The discovery in 1994 of the Wollemi Pine (Wollemia nobilis), one of the world’s oldest and rarest plants, was described at the time as “the equivalent of finding a small dinosaur still alive on earth.” Now safely propagated and its future assured (this one lives in a pot in a Sydney backyard), the location of that original find, in a remote area of a national park, is still a closely guarded secret.
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