A Snow Leopard. These gorgeous animals live in the mountains of Central Asia and are classified as an endangered species. Click to visit my animal photography & art blog! / Email me at durberville@optushome.com.au Subscribe by Email to Natalie Manuel Photography Find me at Flickr Join my facebook group More of my work on Redbubble* /
I took this photo during the winter of 2006, I just found it again on my computer and thought I’d share.
This is from a shoot for Organic Life Magazine (UK) Published in the December issue 2007. My first magazine publishing!
An infrared shot. / / / / /
SOLD: Laminated Print / / / / /
SOLD: 3 Laminated prints / 7 cards 356 Favouritings / 10896 views Taken on the Hunter River. This is my most popular image….and it’s my best ever infrared. / / / / / /
created for and dedicated to the beautiful Heather King / love you sweetie. :) / /
A winter panorama shot of the valley Valldal on the west coast of Norway, taken during the christmas holiday. Stitched together of 15 pictures. Post-processing: / Stitched some pictures together, obviously. Fixed the contrast with curves, added a lighter curve only on the lower part as the valley was pretty dark, and the mountain tops really light. Added two black and white layers set to hard light (140%), mainly on the sky and the mountain tops.
Shortly after the dream, the mountains breathed out a morning glow across the still surface of a murky glacial lake.
The main stencil image is one layer of the four layer stencil I created in early 2008 inspired by my interest in fashion photography. ‘Snow and Umbrella’ is 1 of 3, utilising the same same stencil and composition of works I’ve posted on Red Bubble at the moment. The other is ‘Rain Birds’ and ‘Umbrella and Rain’.
Sanctuary – Middle English, from Old French sainctuarie, from Late Latin s?nctu?rium, from Latin s?nctus, sacred, sanctify. Sacred place, especially the most sacred part of a sacred place. In ancient times and in the Middle Ages, a sanctuary served as asylum, a place of refuge for persons fleeing from violence or from the penalties of the law. To injure a person in sanctuary or to remove him from it forcibly was considered sacrilege. In Egypt the temples of Osiris and Amon offered the right of sanctuary. Under the Greeks all temples enjoyed this privilege, and certain ones, like the Temple of Apollo at Delphi, were known throughout the Mediterranean world as a haven for fugitives. In Rome fugitive slaves often sought sanctuary. Christian churches were given the right of sanctuary by Constantine I. Abuses of sanctuary, tending to encourage crime, led to its curtailment and abolition. Modern penal codes no longer recognize the right of sanctuary.
Many dreams are forgotten or lost by the time we awaken fully, but that is not usually the case with dreams of flying. Flying dreams are very often a precursor for lucid dreaming; a dream state in which we are aware we are dreaming and can manipulate the outcome of the dream. Freely flying as high or as low as you wish using your arms or feet for direction, often with the ability to do acrobatics in the air is an indication that you feel really superior about something in your life. Once in a while, a flying dream will not go so well, such as when you can’t take off or you lose altitude or something is in your path and you can’t fly past or through it. / Surrealism art prints / Digital art prints / Fantasy digital art wallpapers
Crisp white snow, and more to come; / Looks just right for wintertime fun! TO Personalize YOUR WINTER OR CHRISTMAS GREETING SEND ME A BUBBLE-MAIL Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening Whose woods these are I think I know. / His house is in the village though; / He will not see me stopping here / To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer / To stop without a farmhouse near / Between the woods and frozen lake / The darkest evening of the year. He gives his harness bells a shake / To ask if there is some mistake. / The only other sound’s the sweep / Of easy wind and downy flake. The woods are lovely, dark and deep. / But I have promises to keep, / And miles to go before I sleep, / And miles to go before I sleep. / —Robert Frost _New Hampshire_1923 Cool video of Mr. Frost reciting his poem / FEATURED 03 Dec 2009! Thanks so much!!!
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Just after Christmas ‘08. Snapped on a wooded path near me which connects Hallein and Puch. [ In Salzburg/Austria.] Gemütlichkeit on Wikipedia Featured in: / Trees and Tree Parts / Your Magic Place / The Love of Eerie and Enchanting Artwork / Color Me a Rainbow (and 8th place in the subsequent Best of FEATURED Green Works top 10) / 2nd place in the Ambient Light Challenge, Mood & Ambience group / The Feature Fraternity – For Featured Art, Photography, T-Shirts, Writing / European Everyday Life *RB Homepage, – MANY thanks to Sarah for the recommendation!
Somewhere on Earth…
Northern lights taken at Kvaloya, Troms, Norway
/ __________________ Fictional traditional painting, 18×24 cm / Acrylics, gouache & watercolours on canvas. / Creation Date: 19.09.2009 everyday is halloween calendar series / A collection of grayscale paintings with limited amount of colours for a haunted calendar xx / Inspired by my little-honey co-host n HALLOWEEN group AnitaInverarity and her Cute and Creepy Calendar / IS IT HALLOWEEN YET / — / / — © All images copyright ROUBLE RUST / Spyridoula Bleta / All the images in this gallery are copyrighted, are NOT part of public domain & may not be reproduced, copied, edited, transmitted, uploaded, downloaded, or published in any way without my permission. Any violation of this copyright law will result in a lawsuit.
Calgary, Alberta, Canada
When darkness comes, in the deepest cold of night We howl Vallee Blanche image by Sundstrom
“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
“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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