Blue crossing
404 creative works found
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Sold a large framed print to unknown buyer – through RB – August 2007 Another version, less bright Seascapes / New Zealand / Frogs / Lensbaby / Infrared / Industrial / Spam / Panorama / Landscapes / Real Estate Series / People
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NEW ZEALAND / FROGS / LENSBABY / INFRARED / BEACH / INDUSTRIAL / SPAM / PANORAMAS / LANDSCAPES / REAL ESTATE SERIES
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Version uploaded and accepted at OE They didn’t like the colour in this one NEW ZEALAND
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The delivery driveway at a local shopping centre. Others in this series:
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At the end of a sunrise shoot at Charlottes Pass, Kosciuszko National Park, one cold autumn morning, the sun was catching the frost and that caught my eye – luckily I had a sleeping mat with me to lie on to get down and get this perspective. (brrrrrr!!!!) Taken on slide film and Cross Processed, then scanned…
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This photo was taken in Windsor, Nova Scotia. The lone cross was pointed out to me by my girlfriend. I’m really happy with the way this shot turned out. / ______________ / Check out more of my art from these categories: / Holiday Cards / Abstracts / Sketches / Birds / Seascapes/Landscapes/Sunsets / ______________ /
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For my fellow line-obsessed out there – in particular, Mick & Christine :) / / Personal Selection / Abstract / Architecture / Candid / Digitalart / Emotive / Humourous / Industrial / Inspirational / Interior / Landscape / Nature / People / Portraits / Street / Urban / / Coburg High School – Series / About the series / / Writings (or ramblings) / Untitled / Beauty / /
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A self developed Holga shot / A broom / A mannequin minus a nose I fail to see what else I could have done to improve this.
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St Nicholas Chapel St Ives Cornwall England
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Title sourced from the Brisbane News real estate pages: / Victoria Point, Queensland REAL ESTATE SERIES / NEW ZEALAND / FROGS / LENSBABY / INFRARED / BEACH / INDUSTRIAL / PANORAMAS / LANDSCAPES / SPAM PHOTOS
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Mooloolaba beach, mid morning. OTHER BEACH SHOTS / NEW ZEALAND / FROGS / LENSBABY / INFRARED / INDUSTRIAL / SPAM / PANORAMAS / LANDSCAPES
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I added some drama.. but I do so love the Russian Orthodox Churches in the city.. this one is off Gary Street.
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My rules for photography and art are very simple – I like it, or I don’t… / / Thanks for visiting my folio :) / I certainly appreciate your taking time to view what I’ve been up to, and enjoy reading your comments. / / / Writings (or ramblings) / Weaver / High-Flyer / The 10th / The In-Between Place / The Haggard Crone / Come, Dark / Chandelier Brain / Eat Me / You’re Strange, Rick / Ever-Queen / Sleeping / Beauty / The Black, White & Grey / /
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A torch, a bible, a cross…....and one imporant fact. Jesus loves you.
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Location: Kaunispää, UKK National Park / (Inari, Lapland, Finland)
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A collection of my deep and meaningful mixed media paintings…. to read more about the inspiration for each one, please click on the linkety links below Jan Pilgrimage / Feb Seasons / Mar Hidden Treasure / Apr Heart of Gold / May Flying Machine / Jun Midnight Blues / Jul Polly’s Pearls / Aug Titian Blonde / Sep Still Waters / Oct iliki Spirit of Aloha / Nov Thoughts Become Things / Dec Cross Your Heart Other Christmas cards and art by Karin / Be sure to check out My Other Calendars too / Migaloomagic Calendar / Boats and Beach Babes Calendar / Asia Fun Calendar / Classics Calendar / Bums & Boobs Down Under Calendar / Asia Calendar / Brown Paper Creations Calendar / Love is a Big Hug Calendar
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Acrylic on canvas. God gave this to me this afternoon. Sometimes the temptations of this world can be overwhelming. Hold on to the Truth and trust in the promises of God. Be blessed! /
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The monsters find him confusing and quite repulsive. You know, just like that “Twilight Zone” episode…only not on television…and with monsters and cross-hatching. (Okay, so they actually have very little in common.)
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SAME CHURCH DIFFERENT ANGLE AND TREATMENT.. LOVE THESE BUILDINGS.. / had a suggestion to find a few other kinds of churches from different countries with this kind of religion.. perhaps a study of these.. all taken in the car!! my girl ..friend would not stop! /
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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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Ink, pencil, watercolour and a pinch of photoshop.
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steve like this one (bodymechanic). I will hang it in the next Gallery 26 show. It’s very textured, layered, and it has sparkles.
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