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Taken on the spectacular Victorian west coast – a place that I never tire of frequenting… Each visit evokes new and old excitement and humbles me into the awe of nature. / / / / Canon EOS A2, Velvia 50. / ©T.Middleton2008 / / —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—— /
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More in the Seascapes Group OTHER BEACH SHOTS / REAL ESTATE SERIES / NEW ZEALAND / FROGS / LENSBABY / INFRARED / INDUSTRIAL / SPAM / PANORAMAS / LANDSCAPES
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All work in this portfolio is © Stephanie Rachel Seely. / These materials (images and poems) may NOT be edited, copied, reproduced, printed, distributed, displayed, performed, or used in any way, in whole or in part, without my written permission. Please respect copyright and do not save or upload any images or poems to Photobucket, Flickr, Myspace, Facebook etc. These creative materials are NOT public domain. Acrylic painting on paper. Digitally enhanced
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Gaia is our only home, and the key to her future lies in our hands. If we sustain her well, we can keep her doors open to reveal her beauty, and invite the neighboring sunlight to accompany us. Key modeled in FormZ. Everything else are photos put together in PhotoShop. I used my Sun behind the clouds as the background for this piece This work has been featured in: / Current Issues / Colour Me a Rainbow / Alphabet Soup
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Looks vibrant on alot of the colours. Try it on white, black and the darker tones! enjoy.
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Copyright Daniel Rayfield Photography 2008 / I got to witness one of natures finest sunsets today , a fantastic end to a beautiful week. /
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“Praise” Photography & Artwork / by Holly Kempe © An agapanthus beginning to bloom. “Praise the young and they will blossom.” / ~Irish Proverb
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A shot of the sun rising at Padley Gorge in the Peak District. This is my favourite place in the whole wide world…..so far.
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“Listen a hundred times; ponder a thousand times; speak once.” / - TURKISH PROVERB My son Kane had no idea I was photographing him at this time…He was just wondering sweetly along a path in a local parkland area when suddenly he stopped and leaned on the fence. I honestly could not believe what I was seeing through my viewfinder when he did it. Then when I saw the photograph it just blew me away. Kane is 3 years old in this photograph. This is my all time favourite photograph I’ve taken with my DSLR to date. Played with the colour version in photoshop and am very pleased with the outcome. (black and white ) This was taken with my 300mm Canon lense. ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ WINNER of the LIVE LOVE DREAM Feel the Emotion Challenge WINNER OF WEEKLY CHALLENGE ○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○ /
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“Time Traveler” Photography & Artwork / by Holly Kempe © An old farm “horse” (Chevrolet truck) that now spends its / days as a mobile fruit and vegetable stall on the side of / the road at Gumlu, a little town on a desolate / stretch of the highway between Bowen and Home Hill. / The Chevy serves its retirement days well displaying / luscious mangoes and firm ripe tomatoes on its canvas / covered tray tempting highway travelers to stop and / sample its succulent wares. / Still bright eyed, it leaves its roadside vigil each day at / dusk to meander its way back along a dusty track to its / owners nearby farm. / Hopefully the old Time Traveler will see many more / daily trips up and down memory lane so that others can / enjoy its presence while reminiscing of days gone by. “Gosh that takes me back… or is it forward? / That’s the trouble with time travel, you never / can tell.” / ~ Dr. Who Time Traveler was featured in the: Image Writing group – Jan 09
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Such a mighty stream! No surprise that the waters of Trümmelbach are so powerful; the area this brook drains includes the famous glaciated mountain trio Eiger, Mönch, Jungfrau... Lauterbrunnental, Switzerland. July 2008. Canon EOS 300X, Sigma 28-135, Manfrotto tripod. Post-processing: retouch, tonality adjustment, sharpening, colorize, crop to square, subtle frame.
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This is for my weather project, representing….rain! Hehe. This was quite fun. / I miss you so much, I miss your touch / And the way you hate me / And the calloused skin is wearing thin / And now I can’t breathe / After all I’ve said you should understand / After all I’ve said you should understand / It’s the wait that kills me
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Featured in The Sisterhood – May 09 Featured in Hairstyles – May 09 Featured in Older Kids, 8 to 16 – May 09 Featured in Everyday Women – May 09 Thank you so much to the hosts of these wonderful groups who work so hard and have honoured me by featuring this image!!! My oldest daughter Perrin (13) and I were messing around trying out some portrait shots. I quite liked this one. Canon 400D, natural light
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Winner of the Challenge – Stripe Time – in the group Bubble Boutique – July 09 – thank you for voting! Place second in a selective colour challenge in the Contrasting Perceptions Group – July 09 – thank you! Featured in the group Moms 4 Art – June 09 – thank you so much! The plan was to shoot some fun shots of Perrin (13) in the socks, but while we were busy, Hudson (4) decided he needed to join in the fun. When he plonked himself down in the middle of the shot, I saw an opportunity I couldn’t resist. ( : Canon 400D, pp in photoshop cs2
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Featured on the Homepage 29th August 2009! Featured in For the Love of Canon – July 09 – thank you! Featured in Canon DSLR – July 09 – thanks so much! Another shot of Belle the puppy, this time with her boy, Hudson. Actually she is supposed to belong to my daughter, Tane, but everybody is just enjoying her so much. ( : Canon 400D / Shooting Mode Manual Exposure / Tv( Shutter Speed ) 1/60 / Av( Aperture Value ) 11.0 / ISO Speed 100 / Lens EF-S18-55mm f/3.5-5.6 / Focal Length 45.0 mm
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Featured in The Woman Photographer / Featured in Family Unlimited / Featured in Bits and Pieces / – September 2009 – thank you so much to the hosts of those groups! A portrait of Grace (6). A nature lover, an art lover, a bird and animal lover – the type of person that puts everyone else at ease. I doodled on my daughter with an eye-liner pencil and then coloured it in in photoshop. ( : Taken in natural light. / Camera Model Canon EOS 400D DIGITAL / Shooting Date/Time 2009/08/26 12:59:06 PM / Shooting Mode Manual Exposure / Tv( Shutter Speed ) 1/60 / Av( Aperture Value ) 4.5 / ISO Speed 200 / Lens EF100mm f/2.8 Macro USM / Focal Length 100.0 mm
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Torridon, Highlands, Scotland / / A Soft Caress of Welcome and the Scent of Old High Places. This spacious light was common in those days. A soft silk gossamer net that would have to fade to become mist. That would whisper across the glens in common history and Alexion’s gloaming myth memories. This and that would hide and seek, would become damp and shiver spider pearls from the Popish brown and purple of the mountain. Always catching the edge of a rough dress made from banned and ragged tartan. That would be secret sought for later remembered images and collapse in upon itself to find regional rural meaning. That would eventually create pictures that will hang in the hunting lodges of the rich and royal, in need of cleaning. It was morning fresh mood and midge covered evening in the latter end of Summer in the west. Alexion’s stories of the glen in her century. The Black house highland cow dung, black chicken pecked, villaged small secret world of the hidden and the regional self aware. The high views that were seen differently and with much less romance than now in this sad century. A wish to climb the highest in her remembered sight with the breathless wonder and detailed knowledge of the way down, but still not wanting to return to slavery. The stories mythical of a childhood in this fastness of black rock and crashing falling water. The black witch prediction watchfulness of a mother that did not care and besotted father who apparently did; but only in negative for his animals and the mountain at his back. The black seasoned preacher, with his genital showing perversion and stealing of nightgown righteousness. The light shafted mist that began and ended each short day of work. These were her words. These were the notes musical that tried to convince me of the strangely impossible. That fascinated my youth with such detail as to seem real and seen, experienced and happening then as even now. That to me were legends. That to her were as real as breathing. These she told across my neck lying sweat stuck together as we waited for our breath to come back from the past. That she shouted in her ghost voice to the moon and the unfaithfulness of man. Waiting for an explanation with hypnogogic understanding from me and extra detailed history from her. A soft caress of welcome and the scent of heather and old high places. The even softer accent of whispered clasping and spooned bodies that did not want to let go, no matter what forces were at play. Suppose you juxtapose this memory history with small, sweet sounds on the edge of hearing. Of cold softness, of the bed sinking from beneath and behind. Feeling the weight gradually, slowly filling. There are no sudden movements, only the gradual awareness of something else. Gradual and strange. A weight, a pushing back of the sheets. Of small arms across my chest. Very warm and pointedly aware of nakedness. The brushing of nipples across back and buttocks. There is always in this a smell, an evocative sense of something, somewhere else. Nothing I can usually or immediately resolve, but it comes anyway. I can remember every time a witches warmness moving slowly down my back, solar centring. Gathering around her madness and pulling me in. A prick scintillating pricking that does not feel like love, rising to a pointed word. The centre of a celtic spiral. This is far more than pleasure… She will then and only tell her stories, after the brief vicious coupling that rang in this present past with inexperience and needy solutions. That salty, like the sea, spurted with premature love and sang with unfulfilled hopes before we finished with each others thoughts and myths. / © 2009 Ken Simm.
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