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A cover art I did a while ago. / Bah, haven’t got any artwork to upload since I haven’t done any illustration lately. Just recently become unemployed again, but prefer to think it as holiday =P I need one anyway. / Ahhhh sleeping in.
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Corio Bay at Portarligton with the You Yangs in the distant background. / On the Bellatine Peninsula near Geelong
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Sukurajima is an active volcano in the south of Japan near the city of Kagoshima. While it was not active when we were there it has been active in recent years – last erupting in February 2000. Best placed of a black background.
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Landscape View North Wales. / Little Orme view from Llandudno sea front. / North Wales.
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beautiful sunset and waves on the beach
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A Summer landscape in Holland
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Ocean at night (taken with a slow shutter speed)
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extreme sunset reflections
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Early morning shot of Paington beach and pier Devon.
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Acrylic On Canvas (Original Sold) Concept: There’s a giant in us that lies in great slumber, a vast potential left untapped still. The book that’s in the hands of the polar bear reads “Awaken the Giant Within”....and he’s still sleeping :-)
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What could I say ?!... Is there something to explain ? to change…? / No…. / Each time He is offering a beauty never approached / Each time you think “this one is the greatest” and you think the same next time… / A piece of master art… / A fragile moment of perfection… Atlantic Ocean, few days ago…
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These photographs were taken using the TtV technique and are part of my TtV: Through the Viewfinder Series Photographed using a 50 year old vintage Argoflex Seventy-five and a Canon. Best viewed LARGE
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Here’s my oldest boy paddling out just like me to watch the sunset after a very hot summer’s day. And yes, here I’m also in the water after him with the camera! / It’s similar to ‘My sunset’ but I wanted to share this one also :o) Nikon D200 / 18-200mm lens / processed in RAW with only the contrast and colour slightly upped, the rest is all real! No photoshop as I have already been asked.
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Little Chipmunk returns home to the Heartwood tree to discover someone left a present… I love when that happens…
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Lonely ship…
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This tee represents inspiration, the search for new ideas, over-coming boundaries and achieving dreams. The quest for new ideas, fulfilment, and self-actualization. Design created in Photoshop CS3 and Corel Painter IX from various textures and brushes, 10 July 2009.
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SOLD 1 Calendar 24 November 2009 Aloha to the anonymous buyer who purchased one of my calendars, I am delighted you enjoy my work. Mahalo nui loa, thank you so much for your wonderful gift of Aloha :))) / / Aloha e Malama pono, Sharon A collection of my favourite composites. Fine Art Photography / Copyright © Sharon Mau 2009 / All Rights Reserved He pua laha ‘ole / A collection of exotic tropical flowers of Hawai’i / Extremely Maui ~ Essence of the Island / A Rich Mix / Awakening in Paradise
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Wales, UK / Nikon D300 / Nikkor 18-200mm / HDR in Photomatix Pro / 1 shot, handheld / PP in PS CS3 including Orton Effect
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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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“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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“The Bothy” continues the story of four friends who set out for a Christmas weekend in the country..the first three chapters can be read by clicking on the links on the images seen below We were shattered….ahead nothing but impregnable darkness..behind us just a faint glimmer from the snow that covered the fields and hills that surrounded us on all sides…with Dahlia getting more burdensome by the minute, we decided to press on in the direction where I thought I saw the light…the snow fell harder…the sled that we loaded with our things dragged heavily behind me..my suggestion that we should leave it behind was quickly vetoed and in light of what happened later, I was glad we brought it along…the wind was relentless…biting, stinging wet particles of rain mixed with snow assaulted us from all sides, as we continued our slow march to ….where?...where we going?...we had no idea but felt an imperative need to keep moving…by this time Dahlia had fallen asleep…a great improvement, as she was now silent, but though she was a slight creature, Mark and Tom were becoming increasingly weary with the weight of her… / Then I saw it again…”There”…I cried, pointing to the sky, and this time the others saw it too…a faint light in the distance, hovering just ahead of us…this encouraging sight spurred us on, and turning the torch on and off in an effort to avoid Dahlia’s fate, we moved through the deepening twilight…one more corner and we saw it…a bothy…partially buried in snow, at the end of lane, and up an incline…The Ritz hotel would not have been more welcome than this little hut, left on purpose it seemed for stranded travellers like us…the door unlocked, we went in, placed Dahlia on some straw in a corner and looked about us for any amenities the bothy might provide…what luck!! there were two candles on a ledge and a few tins of food…we made ourselves as comfortable as possible to wait out the night, shutting the door tightly against the increasing wind which buffeted the building…we fell asleep instantly….much later, the wind seemed to die down… awakened by a slight sound I rose up and in the gloomy murkiness of the room I saw a shadow standing in the open door... For those unacquainted with the term, a bothy is a basic shelter, usually left unlocked and available for anyone to use free of charge. It was also a term for basic accommodation, usually for gardeners or other workers on an estate. Bothies are to be found in remote, mountainous areas of Scotland, northern England and Wales. They are particularly common in the Scottish Highlands.wiki. Watercolour on Saunders Not Paper / The Grove / Lost / A Weekend in the Country
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