Bird wave
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My dad asked me to paint seagulls on his painting, because he liked the bird I painted in the past. / Animals / Birds / Drawings / Flowers / Water / Holiday / Paintings / Sunsets / Autumn
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Background shot- location, south west coast of South Australia mermaid stock / . / . . /
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How many sales of this design – 1 sale so far :) / Pelican Love is from the ‘Beach Series’ and ‘Friends Series’ of original paintings by Karin Taylor. / It was created using ink and pastel on pastel paper. There is a beautiful story about the love that pelicans have for their babies, I thought I’d share it with you Reference taken from the Wikepedia Encyclopedia (please forgive the length of this, but it is SO interesting, thought I may as well share the whole thing !) In medieval Europe, the pelican was thought to be particularly attentive to her young, to the point of providing her own blood when no other food was available. As a result, the pelican became a symbol of the Passion of Jesus and of the Eucharist. It also became a symbol in bestiaries for self-sacrifice, and was used in heraldry (“a pelican in her piety” or “a pelican vulning (wounding) herself”). Another version of this is that the pelican used to kill its young and then resurrect them with its blood, this being analogous to the sacrifice of Jesus. Thus the symbol of the Irish Blood Transfusion Service (IBTS) is a pelican, and for most of its existence the headquarters of the service was located at Pelican House in Dublin, Ireland. For example, the emblems of both Corpus Christi College, Cambridge and Corpus Christi College, Oxford are pelicans, showing its use as a medieval Christian symbol (‘Corpus Christi’ means ‘body of Christ’). Likewise a folktale from India says that a pelican killed her young by rough treatment but was then so contrite that she resurrected them with her own blood.[1] These legends may have arisen because the pelican used to suffer from a disease that left a red mark on its chest[citation needed]. Alternatively it may be that pelicans look as if they are stabbing themselves as they often press their bill into their chest to fully empty their pouch. Yet other possibilities are that they often rest their bills on their breasts, and that the Dalmatian Pelican has a blood-red pouch in the early breeding season.[1]
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Gulls
by J AndersonSeagulls over the Atlantic / 10” x 8” Watercolor on Arches Cold pressed 140gm Paper Original Sold
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Framed under glass with midnight blue matt. / Frame size 80cm x 95cm / Artwork 56cm x 74cm / approximately / Polly’s Pearls by Karin Taylor / from the Inspired Series / these prints and cards from an original mixed media production / on aquarelle paper (ink, pastel, acrylic, charcoal, pencil)
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Taken in Atlantic City, NJ on a business trip with a Nikon D50. Lens was 28-200
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This is how my first serious painting looks like and I chose to paint an owl. That was like 6 years ago I think :D Very few had seen this. When I was painting this, I was thinking “If I were an owl, I would be able to hear the sweet whispers of lovers in the park.”...yep, in case you are wondering, those are sound waves, owls have such fantastic hearing that’s simply amazing!! I always treasure the beginner’s spirit and I kept reminding myself not to lose it….because once you become used to something, it loses that magic, It is now nicely framed and hanging in the most intimate part of my apartment. For those of you who may be curious to see how my owls look like now, you can check them out at my udonchow gallery here in RB :D / /
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All photographs and artworks in this portfolio are copyrighted and owned by the artist, Anne Staub. 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 myself is prohibited. All rights reserved.
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American White Ibis, Eudocimus albus is a species of wading bird of the ibis family Threskiornithidae which occurs from the mid-Atlantic coast of the United States south through most of the New World tropics. It occurs in marshy wetlands and pools near the coast. It also occurs on mowed grass, lawns, and has become common in some city parks, where it can be found feeding alone or with other Ibis. It builds a stick nest in trees, bushes, or over water, and 2 to 5 eggs are typically laid. White ibises are monogamous and colonial, usually nesting in mixed colonies with other wading species. This ibis feeds by probing with its long, downcurved beak. Its diet consists of various fish, frogs and other water creatures, as well as insects and small reptiles. Adults are 65 cm long with a 95 cm wingspan. They have all-white plumage except for black wingtips (visible in flight) and reddish bills and legs. The red bill blends into the face of breeding birds; non-breeding birds show a pink to red face. Juveniles are largely brown with duller bare parts; they are distinguished from the Glossy and White-faced Ibises by white underparts and rumps. Over all both sexes look alike. Like the other species of ibis, the White Ibis flies with neck and legs outstretched, often in long, loose lines. The song of the male is an advertising hunk-hunk-hunk-hunk. The female squeals. When feeding, the birds often give a soft, grunting croo, croo, croo as they forage. Wilipedia Walton Rocks Beach area, South Hutchinson Island in Jensen Beach, FL / Nikon D70s / 70-300mm / F8, 1/1000 / 10/31/08 – 276/48 Featured in Waterfowl / Sold – Matted print / / / / / Ibis in Snow? – Pencil done in pencil. / / / /
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Resources: sxc.hu & personal
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Our first lighthouses were actually given to us by Nature. Sailors sometimes used landmarks such as glowing volcanoes to guide them. In the Ancient World, trading ships were eventually built enabling navigators to sail long distances to buy and sell goods. In the days of wooden ships with sails, the wind and waves could easily push them against the rocks and wreck them. And so, the need for lighthouses as warning signals arose. One of the Seven Wonders of the Ancient World was a lighthouse—the famous Pharos of Alexandria, Egypt. It is the first one that is recorded in history and was built about 280 BC.
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Another in the Masters series. / This is the centre part of a long panoramic watercolour. By Thomas Bush Hardy, 1895. I’ve moved some of the boats to be closer together, as my version is a small painting, 10×7 inches, on rough Bockingford tinted cream paper, 140lb. I will be painting the full length seascape in the future.
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Sea gulls against an ocean wave.
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My version of a Thomas Bush Hardy (1842-97). From an 1895 watercolour of Ramsgate Harbour. A panoramic shaped painting, 23” x 10”. / Hand-made, 140lb rough paper. / For sale! Over 20 hours work. Multiple layers of semi-transparent and opaque watercolour, and white zinc gouache for highlights. Viewing in larger size is necessary.
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This is an acrylic canvas painting 20” wide x 23” long of Australian Pelicans. Pelicans are beautiful large Black and White water birds. They have very long beaks that have a small hook on the end and a stretching pouch underneath. There are 7 species of Pelicans in the world. Pelicans fly just above the water’s surface in long lines and never dive. Growing up as a child I can remember my Grandfather singing to us…. “Oh a wonderous bird is the Pelican his beak holds more than his belican!” This was painted as a birthday present for a friend of mine who is turning 50 this weekend and her favourite bird is a Pelican. FEATURED IN GOING COASTAL
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/ Medium – pencil, black marker, pastel, watercolour pencils, coloured pencils, charcoal / Substrate – acid free professional tracing paper Living a balanced lifestyle isn’t easy….... / can be a little bit like balancing an egg on your head some days :)
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Original beach image by my good friend Barssel / Dreaming you into Life The sea spray on my face lingers, dissolving into my thoughts / Deliciously captivating to my fertile mind / My eyelashes murmur softly / Like grass on the dunes / Closing my eyes, I breathe deeply and dream you into life / You come to me now in this windswept cove / Seeking out treasures and wading through rock pools beside me / Searching grottos for memory jewels / We select precious shells to throw into the crystal bowl of days gone by Tracing the waves gently teasing the shore / Believing we are the only souls on earth / In our own tiny moment of afternoon splendour / Setting sunrays tickling our spines / Warming our necks and conjuring up promises of things to come / Peering into smiling eyes and pools of understanding / Knowing, just knowing all will be as it should / Nurtured in the way it was dreamed of all along / / As we glide along with our senses heightened / Sea air rushes in and around us / Mingling and entwining our souls / Like a pink fairy floss storm at the fair / Eagerly awaiting the fluffy candy of love / Fully aware of that tempting sweet aroma / The first taste begging to melt over our tongues / Like heaven and nectar rolled into a honey desire The gulls cry out to us with encouragement / Watching and floating on morphed hopes and dreams / That spiral up like thought clouds from our subconsciousness / Hopeful of conquering the quest of ages / They dip and swoop through everlasting mirages / High on endorphins, caught in euphoric rainbows / Glistening with raindrop refractions filled with sensual gifts / Created in the wonderment of a yearning love from within My sand covered toes curl in surprise / As the cool sea returns me to reality / I let my eyes wander lazily to the rocky balcony beyond / Wishing you were there waiting for my smile / Watching me dance over miniature waves / Stooping to scoop up another lost treasure / I tilt my head, my hair flying as if electrically charged / Imagining you calling me back to my hearts dream TMac
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But more wonderful than the lore of old men and the lore of books is the secret lore of ocean. Blue, green, gray, white or black; smooth, ruffled, or mountainous; that ocean is not silent. All my days have I watched it and listened to it, and I know it well. At first it told to me only the plain little tales of calm beaches and near ports, but with the years it grew more friendly and spoke of other things; of things more strange and more distant in space and time. Sometimes at twilight the gray vapors of the horizon have parted to grant me glimpses of the ways beyond; and sometimes at night the deep waters of the sea have grown clear and phosphorescent, to grant me glimpses of the ways beneath. And these glimpses have been as often of the ways that were and the ways that might be, as of the ways that are; for ocean is more ancient than the mountains, and freighted with the memories and the dreams of Time. (H. P. Lovecraft)
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Taken with a Canon Digital Rebel XSI… / 1/800 / 8.0 / ISO 200 / WB custom / lens Canon 70-200mm IS
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featured in A Spiritual Walk 10-24-2009 / featured in The World As We See It 10-24-2009 / Eagle They came flying from far away, now I’m under their spell / I love hearing the stories that they tell / They’ve seen places beyond my land and they’ve found new horizons / They speak strangely but I understand And I dream I’m an eagle / And I dream I can spread my wings / Flying high, high, I’m a bird in the sky / I’m an eagle that rides on the breeze / High, high, what a feeling to fly / Over mountains and forests and seas / And to go anywhere that I please As all good friends we talk all night, and we fly wing to wing / I have questions and they know everything / There’s no limit to what I feel, we climb higher and higher / Am I dreaming or is it all real? Is it true I’m an eagle? / Is it true I can spread my wings? / Flying high, high, I’m a bird in the sky / (I’m an eagle) / I’m an eagle that rides on the breeze / High, high, what a feeling to fly / (What a feeling) / Over mountains and forests and seas / And to go anywhere that I please And I dream I’m an eagle / And I dream I can spread my wings / Flying high, high, I’m a bird in the sky / (I’m an eagle) / I’m an eagle that rides on the breeze / High, high, what a feeling to fly / (What a feeling) / Over mountains and forests and seas / Flying high, high, I’m a bird in the sky / (I’m an eagle) / I’m an eagle that rides on the breeze / High, high, what a feeling to fly / (What a feeling) / Over mountains and forests and seas / And to go anywhere that I please
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