Calming mountain
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Sunset / dusk and a boat, Convict Lake in Mammoth Lakes, CA / “Eureka” (I have found it) The ultimate merge of being one with your environment. Nature, human, beauty. / —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-- / *—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—
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This picture was taken on a golf place,it’s on a top of a mountain,very impressive to walk over there.That’s the reason for the sharp line.I put a crescent of a moon and add a little bit of blue…et voilà. We can feel alone but being part of nature is the key for happiness , an invidual renewed by all the beautiful thinks arround us . / / /
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Remains of autumn’s splendor with a babbling mountain stream in the background. This has been digitally rendered to resemble a watercolor but effects aren’t that noticeable at smaller sizes.This stream is found in the Tremont Area of the Great Smoky Mountain National Park
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Silhouette of a vintage vessel sailing along a mountain coastline.
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An alpine lake reflecting first light kissing the peak of Mt. Rainier on a cold summer morning as the mist rises off the lake.
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This work was featured in Live, Love, Dream. The background (sky and water) is a photograph of clouds I took during summer 2007 just before sunrise. I never really figured out what to do with it. Inspired by the dreamy tune of Catch A Fall by 4 Strings. I had this song on repeat while I made this. Original Shot / Reworked Version /
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Sitated near Fox Glacier Lake Matheson is protected from wind, thus producing a mirror image of Aoraki / Mt Cook and Mt Tasman. The lake was formed about 14,000 years ago and is in a valley floor. It is surrounded by native white pine, red pine,flax and numerous species of ferns. This is New Zealand’s most photographed lake Canon 400D Canon 18/55mm lens /
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Perfect reflection in Morskie Oko lake, the Tatra Mountains, Poland
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Early Appalachian life must have been filled with golden mornings. Wonder how often they would pause from their chores, and just drink in the glorious light filtering through the fog. Stopped and gave thanks to God for his blessings and felt at awe with his creation. Wonder how often they knew they had found their pot of gold. Not in a monetary sense, but in the riches of life. They struggled from day to day but how often did they rejoice at what they were blessed with. The coolness of the mist upon their face. The warmth of the sun as it forged its way through the fog. The sounds of nature as she too is awakening to greet the morn. Wonder how rich they may have felt seeing the warm glow softly lighting the fruits of their labor. You too can feel this. You too can feel awakened and renewed with the dawn, if only willing to experience it. Visit and help preserve that which we are blessed with.……Image taken at the Mountain Farm Museum, GSMNP
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Acrylic On Canvas Concept: Ophelia having some solitude, she’s meditating on what love is all about…love between lovers, between friends, between parents and children, between teacher and students, between owners and their pets and etc….the greatest love is when one is willing to lay down his/her life(others-seeking and not self-seeking) for another person whom he/she loves. While painting this, it also reminds me of a famous chinese love tale, “The Butterfly Lovers”....thus a pair of butterflies. It is a tragic tale about how a couple could only find their love bliss after they pass on and both became butterflies.I’m contented to have found my bliss :D View my other “Love Meditations” creations at my Zazzle store:
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Mt. Rainier reveals its majesty as it peeks from behind low clouds and reflects in the still waters of Bench LAke
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I have been here and seen the coming of man to my rivers. In my shadows have walked wildlife that no longer walk here. From my lofty peaks you can see for many miles. Once I stood higher than the far western mountains. I may have shifted and changed but I remain. My rivers are cold and my forest cool. From my bowels man has both feed himself and built his shelters. He has raped my slopes for my wood. Fought wars within me. I still survive. Mist still shroud my valleys. Flowers still shine their beauty for all to see. Come walk my paths an fish my streams. Stand on my peaks and walk my valleys. Loose yourself within yourself as your cares fade away when your with me. I am the Great Smoky Mountains, the Great Iron Mountains, Far Blue Mountains, the Sha-cona-ga. Most just call me the Smokies, and I remain. And a quote from John Muir “The mountains, are fountains, not only of rivers and fertile soil, but of men
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Early mourning is so calming and peaceful. The fog that has shrouded the landscape is slowly lifting. Nature seems to be in slow motion and hush. Sit and enjoy what God has gave you. Let nature enfold completely, your whole being, completely covering you with its serenity……..Cades Cove GSMNP
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Wolf and eagle Prisma drawing on black paper. 16×20 /
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Pull over and rest a while. Don’t let the stress of your daily life and bumper to bumper traffic get you down. Stop and hang around a while. Explore my banks for something missed by the hosts of those rushing by. They give but a glance and often miss my beauty. Let the rushing today, be my waters as they babble on their way. Let my waters and wind be a song in your ears. Hear the quaking of my leaves as they rustle above you. Close your eyes and let me envelop you. See you feel better already ain’t you glad you decided to hang around awhile…..Little River from the side of Little River Road, Great Smoky Mountain N.P.
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Morning sun filters through the trees at John Olivers Cabin with a few dogwoods in the background…The cabin is almost completly surrounded by split-rail fence also…...The Oliver’s bought land in the Cove in 1826 and this cabin site remained in the family until the Park was established. The house is typical of many found on the eastern frontier in the mid-1850s, and reflects the skills and techniques brought into the mountains by descendants of British and European immigrants. This cabin is located on the Cades Cove Loop Road, in the Great Smoky Mountain N.P.
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A perfectly still morning with Gold Creek Pond Reflecting the Cascade Mountains with a hint of fall mist rising off the water
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Hear me for my song I will sing / Let your heart slow within thee / Listen and peace I will bring / My song is calming you’ll see I tumble down this long hill / Listen to me as I go / Close your eyes, be very still / Clear your mind of what you know Hear me as I splash below / My murmuring song do here / As over the rock I tumble so / Your mind then will become clear To go now, but you must bide / My song was without one word / Has brought you peace deep inside / Sense you stopped an me you heard Picture was taken along The Roaring Fork in back of Ephraim Bales cabin, GSMNP
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One may wonder why after building one of the finest houses in the Cove, they didn’t tear down the old one. Since they lived in the end of the 19th century it would be hard to know for sure. We can surmise reasons from what we know of that era. Those that ventured into the mountains were a resourceful people. They were prone to not waste anything or taking anything for granted. What they had they got by the sweat they put in it. Perhaps they were more worried about heating the main house up cooking a meal or canning, than they were of the appearance of Matilda’s cabin. Maybe they wanted room for kids later on or a place for strangers to sleep. It could be used for a warm place for some of the livestock; it would a beat milking the cow in the freezing barn. We may never know what they used it for, for it had many possibilities. We know times were hard and you usually worked from “can see” to “can’t see”, septine on Sundays. They lived off what they could provide their selves. Perhaps they just left it to remind them of how good they did have it…..more info on these cabins can be found on the other images of the same place….made in Cades Cove, GSMNP !
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Big difference in probably one of the worst built and best built cabins in the Smokies the smaller shabbier cabin of Matilda’s was hurriedly thrown together. The larger very well built cabin was built by Henry Whitehead after he married her….. There is always room for improvement wheatear it be in buildings, our own lives or our photography/Arts. So often we get hung up on our way being best. Usually it is only best for us. Never be afraid to try and do different things, ya never know it could be a big improvement in your on life/works…The planks on the end of the big cabin was placed over the sawn logs on this side of the cabin. This was the side that caught most the bad weather and improved the weather ability of it. The sawn logs already were masterfully crafted but Henry saw they could be improved upon…………More on Henry’s place are found with other photos of this place images below are also links. The Smokehouse can be seen in the far back side of the cabins.
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