Blue open
575 creative works found
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Overriding blue naturally occurring as night falls. /
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a morning walk on the deserted northumberland coast with my family – a really beautiful place to be.
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played around with some extension rings
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I can’t resist taking a close up of his big blue eyes.
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www.cathleentarawhiti.co.nz Featured in A Single Flower / Thank you. 1000+ views People/Portraiture HDR Photography Macro Photography Architecture Collaborations Skyscapes Animals/Birds/Insects Street Art Street Photography Everyday Objects Seascapes/Rivers/All Water Summer Photography Odd/Unusual Flowers/Plants/Trees Landscapes New Zealand Abstract Humour Black and White Photography Canon 400D
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Featured in the group “Not What It Seems” Featured in the group “Room with a View” TOP TEN in the “Title Image Challenge” of the Abstract Realism Group (67 entries) TOP TEN in the “Patterns on Man Made Objects” of the Shapes & Patterns Group (80 entries) Sunrise – detail of facade of the Arabella Sheraton (Viewed from the Cullinan Hotel) / (Cape Town – South Africa)
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“Open for Business” Photography & Artwork / by Holly Kempe © An art gallery at the historic town of Silverton in outback New South Wales, Australia. “History with its flickering lamp stumbles along the trail of the past, trying to reconstruct its scenes, to revive its echoes, and kindle with pale gleams the passion of former days.” ~Winston Churchill Competition: Top Ten placement of the Outback Australia group.
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Romans 3:22-24 This righteousness from God comes through faith in Jesus Christ to all who believe. There is no difference, for all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God, and are justified freely by his grace through the redemption that came by Christ Jesus.
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Open the Door and Let Her In…... The woman watches / As the broken man begins to dance, / Could it be that in her presence / He is falling apart, / Or that the warmth of her gaze, / Finds him gradually becoming whole again. / His freedom, her absolution. The words fall useless on the ground, / Letters spilling into the dirt / Meaning discarded, / A blank page lays crumpled before her / Staring without judgment / At her trembling hand. / Reason is beyond reproach. Time tiptoes past unnoticed / On its way to someone else’s story / Hope follows regardless / And the sun rises and sets / On useless thoughts unguarded. / Who dares to walk this path? / Yet who dares to not. / / The woman listens / As the silent man begins to sing / The words dust themselves off / And join the fragile notes / In a private dance of healing / Truth’s melody cuts through time / And lays memory bare, Forgive me, it sings / I am only human. Thank you from the heart to Linaji / for her nomination of myself and this artwork, to the amazing Pay It Forward Group. I am deeply honoured to have my work included in this prestigious circle of creative souls, so thank you to the group hosts and especially to dear Linaji for her nomination and the following beautiful words that went with it….. / / “Wendy Slee has my vote for her image Forgiveness and her poem of the same name. Wendy and this image came to me at a perfect time in my life when I was at the point of allowing total forgiveness towards my father. Since that moment when I viewed her stunning work I have enjoyed a relationship with this amazing Soul. She is a leader here on the bubble and is fearless where her heart burns bright. Her exceptional work in Wildlife Appeal and her perfect timing in my life as friend and Co-Creator makes it easy for me to nominate Wendy and her work Forgiveness here at Play It Forward. Congrats you sweet heART!! You Deserve So Much!!”
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A shot I took at a little parc for children.I was with my grand-children and the parc was already closed when that peacock decided to open his tail…for the first time in my life I saw the splender of that special bird.
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Acrylic On Canvas (commissioned) Ophelia having a wonderful day-out with her tulip friends. “Oh my! There are so many of them here, will I be able to remember all their names??” Ophelia hooted! :D / / You can view or buy my other “Tulip Love Affair” creations at my Zazzle Gallery:
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oil on canvas – 2×3 feet – songs… like a healing breeze IONA , my all time favorite band, is from scotland/UK. they are considered what would be prog celtic rock. much of their music is very etheral at first but leads into incredibly powerful movements. IONA’s core members are world-class musicans. david bainbridge and troy donockley are amazing artists. and lead singer joanne hogg’s voice can easily be described as pristeen. they have also produced what is my “desert island” cd (as in – if you could only take one…) it’s called open sky . i’ve probably listened to it 200 times. this painting is not an abstraction of the CD cover per se, but it is inspired by it and the songs themselves… Open Sky Rev. 22:2 There’s a tree in my garden / Tall and dark with countless leaves / And it whispers in the air / And it dances in the breeze / And it sways in the storm / But its hold is strong And like the hope / That’s come my way / And turns me round / To face the sky / The rhythm of this world / The gift of life / The essence that can never die By a river crystal bright / There’s a tree where waters flow / Leaves that fall for our healing / Scattered on the world below / Where angels dance / And the people sing… a song of hope that’s come my way
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Acrylic on canvas 60×45cm Painted 2009 Original available for purchase
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Arequipa, Peru Iglesia San Augustin !
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Blue Bottle Jellyfish in the cocktail glass. hahaha / I named it “Blue Spirit” / We get a lot of Blue Bottle Jellyfish on the beach. Acrylic on canvas / 76×122cm / Original for sale
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OPENing He knew where I’d start / Jaw line.. / Sweet scent towards the lips / Bottom one first, sucking the color from / His heart / Sliding inside his cool mouth / Fresh like a garden of mint / Opals to mine. / So I got to mine..ing / Shining Inside I felt this collaboration / of sorts / as he pressed his face into mine. / Why was that so thrilling? / The pressure of his face, moving around / The structure of my bones / (the structure of me) taking hands and pulling my hair from the / Roots / jungle roots / delightful exploration / Did he see my Tasmanian devil rise? / Or was that him I had found behind / My blurred sense of outdated compromise? I was driven now, / To ease up and allow for his fluttering / Responsive / Abandon / Fruitful fingers take me / to the river / (flooding love) / past all levees of pain / Now, / scent of companionships and lost dreams / All at once forgotten / Allowing satiation of my entire Need / Tonight. Linaji 2009 OPEINING / Pronunciation: / \ˈōp-niŋ, ˈō-pə-\ / Function: / noun / Date: / 13th century 1 a: an act or instance of making or becoming open b: an act or instance of beginning : commencement ; especially : a formal and usually public event by which something new is put officially into operation2: something that is open: as a (1): breach, aperture (2): an open width : span b: an area without trees or with scattered usually mature trees that occurs as a break in a forest : something that constitutes a beginning: as a: a usually planned series of moves made at the beginning of a game of chess or checkers — compare endgame, middle game b: a first performance 4 a: occasion, chance b: an opportunity for employment Poem INspired by Billyb comment to said art. OPening 2, The Gift / (greedy… open it up. what can i say to somthing so poetic.. so I shall decipher your poem and add a twist at the end) You knew exactly / about the opening of this gift / wrapped in honey bee silk / laced with the trouble of your ties / yesterday lies / me / NOW.. / all bundled up and waiting for your soft / fingertips to tear into my depths / sparing me nothing but your lust / for more / Our bodies a pallet of complementary colors.. / opposites on this wheel of life / yet so alarming and real / you and I / bouncing off the light of our love / inside you / craving you / needing you / pollination understood as I untie / your best kept secrets / secreating soul worth visions / that keep me frozen in time, / waiting afar for a life that screams / at me like the neon wrapping of you. / Take me, / Want me, / Take me / Want me.. / flashing boldly in my space, / reserved for yesterdays choices. / The gift here / adding defining presence to a life / that may end / blown apart / smoking gun / in some muggy town in Florida. Linaji.. inspired by the poetic prose of Billyb / 2009 / (as she blows the smoke from the tip of the gun)
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Fractal explorer composite The universe is a form of divine law, / your reasonable father. When you feel ungrateful to him, / the shapes of the world seem mean and ugly. Make peace with that father, the elegant patterning, / and every experience will fill with immediacy. Rumi
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There is emptiness. Full of longing. Full of bubbles of the thread of light that glistens with no purpose except to be. The fullness is vague, confusing, eternally too big for me to see. Yet it is too small to hold. The air folds over into water and sand. The lava of life force drains into ponds of music. This matter glows with patterns of color and shadow. / It is not empty at all. I look as hard as I can and search for a direction. All I see is a door. Then two doors. Closed for now. Yet is anything really closed? Is it really a door? Or is it an idea I have formed? Is it just a different kind of space? The space around me whirls in my eyes to my hands to my brain to my ears that hear the tinkle tinkle tinkle of a wind chime that clatters on the door frame and spills to the window and binds me with the surroundings which are everywhere and everything. Moving is constant even when I stay still. Trying to focus. Trying to try. Then giving up. And just enjoying the blue glow and the odor of coffee and the sound of a whisper and the feel of cotton and the breath of loved ones here and there and nowhere and everywhere and the speech of a song’s lyrics that reverberates in my head, brain, and every cell that swims with the tide of openness and freedom and compassion and knowledge and gratitude. / And all I can say, in my lack of understanding, is “thank you.” Door Waiting to Open is acrylic paint, gesso, India ink and marking pen on poster board 15”x20”
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Nikon D60, orton effect, single file hdr / Top Ten in the challenge Flower fields Top Ten in the challenge From Underneath
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Nikon D60 + OE
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Nikon D60 + OE / North Yorkshire fields, UK THIRD PLACE IN THE CHALLENGE Meadows
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Where will I go ? What shall I do ? / All questions for the future…. Straight from my Canon A630. Featured in Newfangled nonedited photography. Written by Erhan : The place you belong to is / The place you feel your home, / The place where you feel the peace / Inside of your heart, / Your mind with “no minds”… / THe door leads you to / The place where you belong to / THe place; / Inside of your heart.. October10, 2009 / Erhan OZBIYIK
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Apophysis composite What was said to the rose that made it open was said to me here in my chest Rumi
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