Cherish
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Initially I wasn’t going to upload portraits to redbubble…but had have changed my mind! Just a few :) My lovely friend and her gorgeous little son.
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My daughter and my granddaughter. / I have always said ” Of all the bad/wrong things I have done I must have done something VERY Right ” / My Children bring color into my world / They make me Proud of who they have become / They make my laugh and sometimes cry / They never, ever stop amazing me by all they do. / They are the VERY best of me. / I Love them more than life itself. / Make your cups always runneth over.
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©2007-2008 Aimee Stewart, Foxfires – please see my CC Terms of Use before considering using this image for any personal or commercial use http://foxfires.deviantart.com/journal/15905899/ / —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—- There are so many familiar sayings out there about ‘Time’ as we know it. Time heals all wounds. Time flies when you’re having fun. Time stands still. Time waits for no one. If I could turn back the hands of Time. Frozen in Time. Timeless…. you get the idea. Well, I wanted to create a series that perhaps captured the essence of these things, in relation to human emotion. And so my Time series was born. I know in my heart what each of them means, but I did not name them anything specific, so that the viewer could make up their own mind as to the meaning of each piece. I think that is something unique to every individual. So…my heartfelt thanks for continuing to watch and support my artistic endeavors. It feeds the fire that burns and inspires. / Aimee
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Dandelion Tear~ Wishes / Author: Amber Elizabeth Fromm / Artist:Nancy Coyle HERE Dandelion Tears, Wishes As A Young Child / In Sunlit Meadow / I’d Blow On Wishes / In Dandelions / To Drown Out…. / The Shadows. Those Golden Wishes / Were Filled With So / Many Dreams… Filled With Magic / And Hopes… / So It Seemed… My Dandelion Wishes / All Covered In Tears… / Wishes I Prayed For / Over The Years. But The Sunlight… / Can Dry Those Old / Tears Away… And I Return… / With My Dandelion / Wish Of The Day!! I’ve Cherished / Dandelion Wishes / Right From The Start…. / Keeping Innocence… / Refusing To Scar… Among Those Tears / In Wishes…Are My / Pockets Full / Of Dreams Dandelion Tear Wishes… / Are Few And / Between… Ever Keeping My Dandelion / Wishes Cherishing My / Dreams… For As A Young Child / In Sunlit Meadows / I’d Blow On Wishes / In Dandelions To Drown Out…. / My Shadows. Remembering To Ever / Forget Those… Dandelion Tear Wishes… / Chasing Dandelion / Dreams… Away From / The Sorrows. Dandelion Wishes / Magical Hope! / For The Morrow…
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said the elephant to the mouse *Also available as an artwork (card/print/poster etc)
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More flowers here
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©2007-2008 Aimee Stewart, Foxfires – please see my CC Terms of Use before considering using this image for any personal or commercial use http://foxfires.deviantart.com/journal/15905899/ / —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—- There are so many familiar sayings out there about ‘Time’ as we know it. Time heals all wounds. Time flies when you’re having fun. Time stands still. Time waits for no one. If I could turn back the hands of Time. Frozen in Time. Timeless…. you get the idea. Well, I wanted to create a series that perhaps captured the essence of these things, in relation to human emotion. And so my Time series was born. I know in my heart what each of them means, but I did not name them anything specific, so that the viewer could make up their own mind as to the meaning of each piece. I think that is something unique to every individual. So…my heartfelt thanks for continuing to watch and support my artistic endeavors. It feeds the fire that burns and inspires. / Aimee
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©2008 BMoore Photography & Design…................................... / www.bamagirl38.com All Rights Reserved…..............
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Acrylic on canvas / We shouldn’t under estimate the importance of hugs. / Klimt inspired.
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I can assure you that tonight there is not a picture I’ve put up that means more to me than this one. It was difficult to adjust the focus as my tears were fogging up the viewfinder. Pulling them in with the 300 mm lense…I knew it was too dark out. I knew the pictures weren’t going to be technically “good”. / Both girls had come into the house crying earlier in the evening. Trembling… bruised.. grass stained. They had made a sharp turn with the 4-wheeler and flipped it at the end of our driveway. All of our kids have been driving this four wheeler since they were about seven years old. Lately I’ve watched the girls grow more daring. More bold. Our warnings to “slow down” and “stay in the yard” began to carry less weight in the lightness of their own sense of immortality. Aside from some minor “road rash” they are essentially unharmed. / Thank God. It was a typical friday in Fall in many ways: Indian summer weather with a blazing orange sunset and harvest moon. Our family of six, spread out now as the kids grow older. My oldest boy working at the grocery store in town. My other son playing at a football game in a town an hour away. My husband bringing the hay in from the alfalfa field as the sun touches the horizon. And me with my camera watching my girls and our two dogs race up and down the driveway in youthful exhuberance. Every night when I lay my head down on my pillow at night… I know I wont’ sleep until the last one has walked in the door. I worry about them driving. I worry about them getting injured in sports. I worry about their grades. I worry about their wrecklessness. I worry that they don’t sleep enough, eat enough, study enough. What mother doesn’t. Right? I’ve seen a lot of kids carried off the football field. Every game I pray that it won’t be mine. My husband works with the Sheriff’s Department on weekends in a college town. Lots of drinking and partying. Lots of stories about kids in car wrecks. I pray every time they turn the key to go somewhere. And all my life I’ve grown up hearing stories of farm accidents. We all grew up around the tractors and 4-wheelers and dirt bikes. My kids are no different. As I watched the girls skipping up the driveway tonight, I knew that one prayer in particular had been answered today: / God, please keep them safe. / I know this is long. But if you have kids, (or really just anyone you love!)............... I hope this will remind you to pull them closer. / /
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Where the love flows / where respect grows / where talent overloads
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Spotted at Circular Quay…
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If you have any care for me, care for yourself. / / by Publius Ovid {43BC -AD17} Acrylics, pigment and gold leaf
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Cherish that which is good…............ Desire all good things, and remove yourself from that which is of evil…................. TODAY is a brand new day, A brand new life, A brand new walk…........ Cherish…....................Always looking up…...... Always soaring higher and always loving like NEVER LOVED BEFORE…........... / Bonita ©2008 B. Moore Photography & Design….................................................. / www.bamagirl38.com ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
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said the Elephant to the Mouse original medium: ink on paper Aso available as a tee
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Everafter
by Craig Shillingtonnothing left is said undone / nothing more is always gone / we’ll lay like this till daylight song / and kiss the pale morning long
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Shot on the Californian coast USA October 2007
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This was a quick snap…..it was amazing to see this dragonfly take a brief rest on these beautiful flowers…. A moment to cherish, indeed…..
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This card no doubt speaks for itself after the events of the past week in our family. Landscapes Trees Cards EOD Rusty Flowers Architecture Macro CatchAll DM
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I began experimenting with adding different colours to bitumen recently. It has been pretty successful though normal oil paint takes a lot longer to dry and so ends up with Nell and Kirsty fur in it. / The Bitumen itself is the stuff that is used for fixing chimmney flues and apparently guttering. It is a lot cheaper than oil paint, and can be obtained in large ugly tins from hardware stores for a pittance. / To this piece I added Cadmium red and orange, to some of the otter recent pieces I also experimented with Yellows and violets. / Oh and I made up the dress completely which I am kind of happy with. / This piece is the sister to “Anna Begins” and they hang together,being cleverly and wisely bought by the same people. Well certainly it affects us all in velvet lines and nails dug into palms and heights drawing us to their creeping, gorgeous edges. That final appointment trembling inside our fragile masques. This is where you are. This is what you have left. / Courage as plagued and futile as fear, dignity an un-credible, absurd end point. / The words as pale and as oxymoronic as a just war or a healthy wound. Asking and questing, snatching at our clothes, comfort me comfort me share this with me, oh you must feel what I feel. Here, I’ll take your hand and push with painful strength to the muscle and bone and webs of red red flesh stringy and old. My words are nothing to the swollen mass in my chest. / Dipped and silvered with simple kindness and past love. If only to hear the morning in the pliable, ductile moments full of the scent of sex. When we lay giggling like children and sounding sane and just like humans, just like anyone, like anyone, like everyone else. / We shall never say time on our hands again. Brittle and small like the singularity of your throbbing appetites. After the fall. Yes. / Time on our hands is time IN our hands. Remember this, swept up in the kleptomaniac present. Hear it ticking behind you, within you rehearsed and constant in any heat you can find. / Imagine the shocking thrill of your parents’ eyes locking for the first time. Entwine your consciousness with the first moment that you saw, breathless and startled, the beauty in your reflection. / I want to share with you so much, so much; my heart is boiling full of knowledge, in a river where blood is born, an ivory string, a floating spinning ball in an ocean of involution, seventeen syllables holding the world clenched in vehemently, intensely ALIVE wonder. Both faces of Janus for me, for you, a dark and hungry god. A broken white abacus furiously calculating, but such wonders oh such wonders to share. And these old wounds, deep and real and crusted with scars as they are, it is these that have created us, burned us out from the husks that we were. Phoenix mother, hands like clouds.
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My son’s PitBull Pup Rocky; this was taken at only a few weeks old and has always been a favorite of mine. Unfortunately, taken with an older camera, and a smaller image so may only be suitable for cards. Nonetheless, here it is…........I hope you find it as adorable as I did. Oh yes, and I almost forgot to add: Rocky is actually asleep in my Grandaughter’s car seat….very appropriate I think.
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My favourite flower -Lisianthus
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