Silence Lane / I love cemeteries. / For some people, cemeteries are places of dread. For me, they are places of wonderful quiet and peace. A place of resting, whatever your religion, if any. Memories wrapped in stone and tree shadows. A place to reflect, and wonder about life. Perhaps our lives are just perfect – loved ones all around, financial independence; maybe fame and fortune. / In the end, we all wind up here. / / One life, one chance to feel good about it. / 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) / Come, Dark / Chandelier Brain / Eat Me / The 10th / You’re Strange, Rick / Ever-Queen / Sleeping / Beauty / The Black, White & Grey / / / / Hope / / / One / / / Reap what you Sow / / / Trust / / / Directions / / / Unconditional Love / / / The Long Road / / / Silence Lane
This photo was taken of the tree branches that over hang the graves at St Ann’s Cemetary at Aldinga, South Australia. AUSTRALIAN GUM TREE / / PLEASE VIEW MY GALLERY @ Glenn Alderson Photography Abstract Sunrise & Sunset Ruins & Derelict Buildings Farms & Countryside All Seascapes Botany – Flora Childhood Black & White Birds & Creatures of Flight / © Copyright 2008 Glenn Alderson, All Rights Reserved. / Please note: The watermark shown above will not appear on purchased products.
Narrative it’s a grave stone drawn in pencil God Bless
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I shot this at a cemetery in Fall River, Massachusetts while wondering around with Chazz A portion of the proceeds of this print will be donated to the American Red Cross.
All stock can be found on Deviant Art: Shutter-stock – House Image / fallenagain stock – Birds / Lucy-Eth-Stock – Grave Stones / deathrockstock – Skeleton and Woman xbstock – Texture / amptone-stock – Texture The rest was done with brushes / and some of my personal clip art.
Dealing With Loss – Grief /
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This tiny dragon has a reason for visiting the ancient gravesite, but he’s keeping it to himself… Ink drawing with digital color, 2005 For more of my artwork visit my portfolio at stephaniesmith.com This image was featured in the Dragon’s Fire group!
Artwork: / Me Models: / Myself and the Beautiful TextureoftheSin Original image by the Very Talented Barssel
My Website Artwork: / Me Models: / Myself and the Beautiful TextureoftheSin Original image by the Very Talented Barssel
Artwork: Me Original image by the Very Talented Barssel
My Website Artwork and Model: Me Original Image by the Very Talented Barssel Missing I step off the train / I’m walkin’ down your street again / And past your door / But you don’t live there anymore / It’s years since you’ve been there / And now you’ve disappeared somewhere / Like outer space / You’ve found some better place And I miss you / (Like the deserts miss the rain) / And I miss you / Oh / (Like the deserts miss the rain) Could you be dead? / You always were two steps ahead / Of ev’ryone / We’d walk behind while you would run / I look up at your house / And I can almost hear you shout, down to me / Where I always used to be And I miss you / (Like the deserts miss the rain) / And I miss you / (Like the deserts miss the rain) Back on the train / I ask why did I come again / Can I confess? / I’ve been hangin’ ‘round your old address / And the years have proved / To offer nothin’ since you moved / You’re long gone / But I can’t move on And I miss you / Oh-oh (Like the deserts miss the rain) / And I miss you, yeah / (Like the deserts miss the rain) And I miss you I step off the train / I’m walkin’ down your street again / Past your door / I guess you don’t live there anymore / It’s years since you’ve been there / And now you’ve disappeared somewhere / Like outer space / You’ve found some better place And I miss you / (Like the deserts miss the rain) / And I miss you, yeah / (Like the deserts miss the rain) / And I miss you, and I miss you / (Like the deserts miss the rain) / And I miss you, yeah / (Like the deserts miss the rain) Nothing But The Girl
My Website Background Image, Artwork & Model: Me Model Image by the Very Talented Barssel
Collaboration from the fantastic Cemetary Shoot…. Postwork/Art direction: Me Model:The Beautiful TextureoftheSin Original image by the Very Talented Ademacl
This was taken a while ago at a graveyard on a foggy evening. I did enhance the colors and darken the image to bring out the silhouettes more, but the rest of it is as is. I realize it’s a bit blurry, but I guess you’ll have to deal. © Jessica Walker
Featured in Everyday Women June 09 Featured in Enchanting Powerful Photo Manipulation June 09 Featured in PixElations-The Art of Photoshop June 09 More from the cemetary shoot…. Artwork: / Me Models: / Myself and the Beautiful TextureoftheSin Original image by the Very Talented Ademac
A super old graveyard with some fantastic ol trees right beside a castle in England… I took this on holiday so I cant remember where it was :-) Featured on Redbubble Homepage / Featured in Amazing Graves
Monsignor, I believed Jesus followed me / With his eyes, and when I slept, / An angel peeled an orange / And waited for me to wake up. (Gary Soto)
In the sallow twilight of dusk I sit, / silent and soundless. I’m listening to the rustling leaves, / getting lost in the song of the wind whistling through the trees. I try to be very quiet, my breathing decelerates, / my heart beat winds down. Silent now – almost without a sound – I am sitting here, / swaying to and fro like a straw in the wind. I am listening deep inside of me, / calm I am! / My blood rushes through my body, / like a mountain stream after a thunderstorm. Still getting calmer, listening, / I hear the rain drops clutching to earth almost withouth a sound. I hear the crescendo of the impact when a drop hits the earth. / Hear the gargling sound when it sinks into the ground. Thievishly I follow its way through the arteries of Mother Earth, / I float and swim through the odorous soil. Deeper and deeper I am dragged. / Suddenly there is silence around … I hover in total silence! / Can hardly breath, I am deaf … But then I notice – it isn’t silent here, / I have just become part of the pulse. Steadily the pulse is beating … / silence! * / Written on 15th January 2004 – so it is a bit older. Picture taken on Melaten cemetary, Cologne! / It is so peaceful there …
A photograph of a lipstick heart drawn on Oscar Wilde’s grave in the Pere Lachaise cemetary, Paris. The grave is covered in kisses from admirers. Some minor adjustments were made to the contrast. Taken with a compact Canon IXUS 80.
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