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100% of proceeds received from Redbubble in respect to sales of this item, will be donated to Bush Heritage Australia A outback Christmas card. Other Christmas Cards here
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Late afternoon on a snowy day, County Derry, N. Ireland. Taken with a Canon EOS 50, Fuji Reala iso 100, +2 exposure compensation. Scanned, resized then post processed with levels and curves and a hint of usm. The day I took this photo, a snowy fog came down, and I lost all sense of directions. I wandered about for ages, very cold, and getting really scared.
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Design ~ Seasonal Greetings
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A DOG IS FOR LIFE NOT JUST FOR CHRISTMAS…......... Background is stock from Deviant Art
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“Waiting is part of the Trees, Semi-Abstract, and Winter Collections...Watercolour on Fabriano Artistico Hot Pressed Paper…see others below… The Trees are frozen in Silence…Waiting. Sadness is but a part of it all, / Coming so relentlessly in the morning, / The offscouring of dreams. / Why do you run? / The Birch tree does not run. / Stripped of his leaves by the cold winds, / Waiting silently all winter, / Without complaint. / Standing deep in the snow, / Without motion. / He knows the cold will go away, / That the sun will warm the grass green, / And give back his leaves, / And lure back his birds. / He knows that only fools are not sad. J. Kavanaugh /
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/ “Bamboo Night is Part of the new “Tropics” Collection... Watercolour on Fabriano Artistico Hot Pressed Paper.. The aura of bamboo grove by night is charming to behold, / The moon peeks thru the leaves painting the grove in silhouette and silvery shadows, / The trees resonate with the heartbeat of romance, / Each knot feels like the ladder to advance to the higher level of ecstasy of love. J.Narain.. /
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/ “Fandango” is part of the new Collection “Tropics”.. the coconut tree in hot colours, temperature and mood, close-up…inspired by the Latin Dance the Fandango, with music by the Gypsy Kings… Watercolour on Fabriano Artistico Hot Pressed Paper… 1877 Views Dance a light fandango / Take me ‘round and ‘round / Dance a light fandango / Never let me down Steve Miller Band Gypsy KIngs Baila Me (I danced) / Fandango (The Dance).. /
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/ “Imagination “is part of the series “The Trees”, all the seasons together, inspired by the Green movement, and painted in Watercolour on Arches Hot Pressed Paper..see others below 1450 views The tree which moves some to tears of joy, is in the eyes of others, only a green thing that stands in the way. / Some see Nature all ridicule and deformity, and some scarce see Nature at all. / But to the eyes of the man of imagination, Nature is Imagination itself. / William Blake, 1799, The Letters* / / / /
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FEATURED in ‘Dimensions’ / Raindrop taken with a Canon EOS 500D and 150mm macro lens. Image taken from a Christmas card and layered in PS CARDS ARE AVAILABLE WITH OR WITHOUT THE TEXT AND SNOW, please bubblemail me with your preference :-)) /
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Since this was such a popular image this past year, I choose to make it into a full size Christmas Card. / Card can be customized to say any type of holiday greeting that you perfer. 2009 10 10 Featured in the Group ‘Seasonal Greeting Cards’
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From my Christmas Card collection. 304 views, 15 nov.’09
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Gilbert, South Carolina. USA
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“Spellbound” is part of the Winter and Portrait Collection…the painting captures the feeling of submitting ones own will to the tyrannical demands of the storm….my portrayal is one of a goddess of winter…with the red berries in her hair, she embodies its stillness, its sense of silence, darkness, and bitter cold..the falling snow is a “poem of the air,” wrote Longfellow, where the “troubled sky reveals the grief it feels.” / Winter is a time to concentrate on renewing and affirming human relationships. Watercolour on Arches Not Paper… Featured in Out of The Blue Views..134 VIEW THE ENTIRE WINTER COLLECTION HERE The night is darkening round me, / The wild winds coldly blow; / But a tyrant spell has bound me / And I cannot, cannot go. The giant trees are bending / Their bare boughs weighed with snow. / And the storm is fast descending, / And yet I cannot go. Clouds beyond clouds above me, / Wastes beyond wastes below; / But nothing dear can move me; / I will not, cannot go...E. Bronte / Forever Autumn VIEW THE ENTIRE PORTRAIT COLLECTION HERE
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Watercolour painting on Arches watercolour paper. I dropped paint onto wet paper then shaped the painting, adding trees and lines to create the desired effect. Winter Begins Autumn recedes and winter steps in / The leaves have all fallen the snow begins. / Falling softly settling on dried leaves / Gimpses of light sparkle through the trees. Linda
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“Lost” continues the story of four friends who set out for a Christmas weekend in the country…in the first chapter, seen HERE the friends’ day starts out joyfully, but soon deteriorates along with the weather, and they quickly become lost... Watercolour on Saunders Not Paper A moment or two of stunned silence, as it slowly dawned on us that we had no idea where we were…it was the days before Mapquest and GPS and cell phones…we-were-lost…the day was getting rapidly darker as the last of the pallid sun sank behind the hills…Dahlia started to whimper and Mark, never at his best in a crisis told her to shut up, at which she burst into tears…there was no help for it…we would have to get out and walk until we found shelter somewhere…at this suggestion Dahlia’s whimpers turned into yells…she had no boots, only thin shoes suitable for city streets…hearing this Mark completely lost his temper….Dahlia always drove him mad…one wonders why he repeatedly sought her out…after calming them both down I said I felt sure (not really), that the area looked somewhat familiar and there would be a farm or something nearby…after some argument, and taking as much as we could carry, we set off, Dahlia wearing a pair of Tom’s boots which were too large for her, all the while sobbing that we should stay with the car… / The road stretched ahead, bleak and desolate, here and there patches of gleaming ice set to trap the unwary traveller, hill upon hill rising behind…a rocky terrain that did not bode well for anyone trying to negotiate it…not a creature stirred and no bird sang…the wind blew stinging ice pellets at our faces, and in no time our gloves and feet were soaked…but there were ancient dry stone walls edging the road..a sign that somewhere nearby would be shelter…..we turned a corner…”.LOOK” I cried..Janis Z..Fiction..A Weekend in the Country..Ch.2 Lost.. / A Weekend in the Country
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From my Christmas Card Collection. I have been busy the last couple of weeks in my new house and I am getting there. Had loads of things to do, more then I expected but it will be great when the end of next week I will have all the things in my house and finally can life there. Internet is already working…very important :)
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“The Grove” continues the story of four friends who set out for a Christmas weekend in the country…in the first chapter, seen HERE the friends’ day starts out joyfully, but soon deteriorates along with the weather, and they quickly become lost…in the second chapter seen HERE they decide to walk to their destination, but without any idea how to get there... Watercolour on Saunders Not Paper Look” I cried, but my cry fell on deaf ears…Dahlia, who had still been sobbing that we should stay with the car, terrified that she would fall, stumbled and actually fell, and before we knew it slid rapidly into one of the ditches that hidden by snow, lined the roadway…how to get her out without their falling on the treacherous ice, elicited a heated argument between Tom and Mark, Dahlia screaming and thrashing about all the while…finally by Tom yelling that “the more she moved the deeper she sank”, Dahlia got the message and the two men by lying prone on the icy lane, managed to drag her out dripping wet, but… without the boots…it was quickly apparent we would never get them back…no one could possibly reach down to try and find them…we dried her off as best we could, wrapped her in one of the blankets we had luckily brought with us and the two men elected to carry her in turn on their backs…that meant our progress was slower than ever…worse yet, the only torch we had was now flickering badly…to save the battery I turned it off, hoping that we would be guided by the light of the waning moon…... / Suddenly I remembered what I had seen…I turned back excitedly…”Look there”...I pointed to a spot ahead of us…I had seen what looked like a small sheltered grove, but what had really astonished me was the light…blazing brilliant light pouring down through the trees as if from the skies…”Look where? asked Tom…”There” I replied…then stopped silent…my hand dropped to my side…the light had gone…there was nothing there….only impenetrable darkness stared back at us... / Lost / A Weekend in the Country
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