Dawnsky2
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Dawnsky2
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FATHER & SON
by Sally OmarThe Father sits proudly / With his son at his side / Must teach him many things / About the sea and the tide / How he must learn / To fish in…
Thank you, Laura!!!! Please check out Laura’s (Dawnsky2) other awesome artwork / and writings on the RB
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.and if gingerbread man doesn’t hurry, he will be soaked… panda,gingerbread man Characters kindly shared to all by krwgraphics.com thanks kerry
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In honor of the anniversary of my ancestors, The Cherokee (Tsalagi) – I wish to share a part of myself with all who have joined The Beginning of a new Trail... The Spirit of the Native Indian group has honored us all on this day and for this I am grateful. The photograph is part of an old quilt with the Cherokee Seven -pointed star which represents the seven clans; I am of the Bird Clan, our color is purple and our wood is Maple; the Owl represents my name “WindOwl”, this particular Owl is a barn owl that I rescued several years ago from being shot, then run over – I learned much from this raptor while we spent 9 months together, before his release. Cherokee Prayer / Oh Great Spirit, / grant that I never find fault with my neighbor / until I have walked the trail of life in his moccasins. DOHIYI to ALL who have joined in this remembrance… Coppertrees / Sophie / jan landers / Romo Amazing heARTworks…
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YAY feature!! Gateways group
by Dawnsky2WOW..another feature,,whhooooppee!! A BIG thank you to the hosts of Gateways for featuring…
WOW..another feature,,whhooooppee!! A BIG thank you to the hosts of Gateways for featuring ‘Through to the poppy fields,, / i very much appreciate it,,thank you,, Laura:)))))))))
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The Sioux Warrior
by Dawnsky2*I was very honoured when Maureen Bloesch asked me to collaborate with her for the Native Amer…
The Sioux Warrior by Maureen Bloesch
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3d imaging, psp, with multiple layers / /
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3d imaging, vue 7 background.
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image to accompany a series of poems i am writing. I am sitting on the soft green moss / And I bet you wanna know why? / Oh the day I‘ve had, / It’s brought a tear to my eye. / Today I rode on a tortoise shell, / I wanted a lift to the wishing well, / I go there every Sunday morning, / with a very shiny penny. I thought today, it would make a change / since my wings were feeling kind of strange, / to catch a lift with Trevor. / On I hopped / And off we popped, down the bumpy lane. / We started off at a very slow pace / perfect, after all, / we weren’t in a woodland race. / I lazily yawned / glancing at the meadow beyond. / From under the mushrooms the fairies waved / the babies rolled and laughed and played, / what a glorious day. / The Butterflies fluttered by, / bees buzzed from flower to flower, / and the sun was high / in the pale blue sky, / it was very pleasant for mid July. / I was happy to sit on Trevor’s hard shell / thinking I’d have a nice ride, to the wishing well. But poor old Trevor trod on a stone / it was bad enough to make him moan. / He picked up his leg and gave it a shake, / but now we know this was a mistake. / I toppled over to the right / I nearly fell off, but not quite. / The cane slipped from my butterfingers / clattering on his shell, like firecrackers. / I turned to grab it, but I missed / and it bounced off of my boney wrist / right on top of Trevor’s head! / And that was it. / Trevor got scared / and I wasn’t prepared. Off we flew up the lane, at thirty miles an hour / I didn’t know he would pick up speed / once we rounded the corner! / We must have been doing forty-five / when we shot passed Mrs. B Hive. / I hadn’t realized he could go this quick / I decided it must be his party trick. As the wind rushed by my face / I wondered how my hat had stayed in place. / By now my bum was getting sore / and my feet were dragging in the floor, / all of a sudden he jumped a twig / I don’t know why, it wasn’t big! / But that was enough to send me flying / my eyes popped open, and I considered crying. / I clung to the front of his lumpy shell / and then we passed the wishing well! Up ahead the pond grew nearer / I could see the ripples, become clearer and clearer! / I closed my eyes as I don’t like water / I don’t wash very often, not as much as I oughta! / The next thing I knew is that Trevor had stopped / and straight over his head I had popped. I found out later that he can’t swim / and so now I will have to teach him, / But for now, I’m sitting on the cool green moss, / and drying my poor soaking wings / thinking about the days comings and goings. / Next Sunday I will go to the wishing well / But certainly not on Trevor’s shell!
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I am sitting on the soft green moss / And I bet you wanna know why? / Oh the day I‘ve had, / It’s brought a tear to my eye. / Today I rode on a tortoise shell, / I wanted a lift to the wishing well, / I go there every Sunday morning, / with a very shiny penny. I thought today, it would make a change / since my wings were feeling kind of strange, / to catch a lift with Trevor. / On I hopped / And off we popped, down the bumpy lane. / We started off at a very slow pace / perfect, after all, / we weren’t in a woodland race. / I lazily yawned / glancing at the meadow beyond. / From under the mushrooms the fairies waved / the babies rolled and laughed and played, / what a glorious day. / The Butterflies fluttered by, / bees buzzed from flower to flower, / and the sun was high / in the pale blue sky, / it was very pleasant for mid July. / I was happy to sit on Trevor’s hard shell / thinking I’d have a nice ride, to the wishing well. But poor old Trevor trod on a stone / it was bad enough to make him moan. / He picked up his leg and gave it a shake, / but now we know this was a mistake. / I toppled over to the right / I nearly fell off, but not quite. / The cane slipped from my butterfingers / clattering on his shell, like firecrackers. / I turned to grab it, but I missed / and it bounced off of my boney wrist / right on top of Trevor’s head! / And that was it. / Trevor got scared / and I wasn’t prepared. Off we flew up the lane, at thirty miles an hour / I didn’t know he would pick up speed / once we rounded the corner! / We must have been doing forty-five / when we shot passed Mrs. B Hive. / I hadn’t realized he could go this quick / I decided it must be his party trick. As the wind rushed by my face / I wondered how my hat had stayed in place. / By now my bum was getting sore / and my feet were dragging in the floor, / all of a sudden he jumped a twig / I don’t know why, it wasn’t big! / But that was enough to send me flying / my eyes popped open, and I considered crying. / I clung to the front of his lumpy shell / and then we passed the wishing well! Up ahead the pond grew nearer / I could see the ripples, become clearer and clearer! / I closed my eyes as I don’t like water / I don’t wash very often, not as much as I oughta! / The next thing I knew is that Trevor had stopped / and straight over his head I had popped. I found out later that he can’t swim / and so now I will have to teach him, / But for now, I’m sitting on the cool green moss, / and drying my poor soaking wings / thinking about the days comings and goings. / Next Sunday I will go to the wishing well / But certainly not on Trevor’s shell!
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I have not been on as much coz....
by Dawnsky2....................I got my very first book cover image Commission, YAY..WOOOOOH ! So,,, it will take a few more days since i am…
....................I got my very first book cover image Commission, YAY..WOOOOOH ! So,,, it will take a few more days since i am so new to it, but the images are coming on very well and i am enjoying EVERY minute of it…. WOW,, i can’t believe i am going to have one of my works, on a Book cover.!!!!!!!!!!!! Sorry, i will start to comment of everyones work as soon as i can, i know all my friends here will understand. thanks so much.. / Laura :)))))))))))
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daz stuido renders, taken to CS3.
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It’s Friday morning / bright and early, just gone five past eight / and I’m sitting staring at my breakfast plate. / I bet you wanna know why? I looked forward to my plate of fruit / along with some red onion root. / But now somehow, I didn’t feel hungry, / let me tell you my story. I placed my apple in the middle / and my banana at the bottom, / it looked to me like a smiley face / so I put the strawberry eyes in place. / The onion root made very good hair / but I needed ears, so I cut up a pear. And there it was, my happy face / made up of healthy stuff, / I could hear my tummy growling loudly / and I hoped it was enough! I started with a strawberry eye / big, fat, Juicy and red / between my teeth I squashed the seeds / they were hard like tiny little beads. / I flicked the green bit in the bin, / and from where I was sitting, it nearly went in! It was then I heard a funny sound / almost like a giggle / I turned my head and looked around, / but saw nothing there and frowned. / I shrugged and turned to face my plate, / to pick something nice to eat. / After I’d peeled off the Yellow jacket / I found the banana was soft and sweet / and I squished it through my rotten teeth. I picked up the apple and took a bite / And then placed it back on the plate. / Half way through my second chew / A pair of eyes came into view. A head popped out, gave me a grin / and then it shot back in again. / I held up my apple and gave it a shake, / and out fell a mini snake! Well actually, it was a maggot / it was big though, / since it had eaten the inside of my apple out. ‘What are you doing in there?’ I asked / ‘Well, it’s coz I’m still hungry’ he said / ‘What do you mean, you’re still hungry?’ I said / He grinned, / ‘Well I’ve just finished off your loaf of bread, / and I’ve cleaned the jar to the chocolate spread.’ / ‘I really enjoyed the strawberry pie / I’ve been in the cupboard, you’ve a huge supply’ / He grinned. I told myself it could’ve been worse, / I may have needed to see the nurse. / You know the saying? / What’s worse than seeing a maggot in your apple? / Seeing only half a maggot in your apple!
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cs3, and daz studio
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daz studio, psp
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daz studio, psp
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Here’s my next cover image, Deadly Fate for Author Dana Davis I was given her ideas for the cover and created as she wished. This cover is the first of a Trilogy called Teadai Prophecies. Having so much Fun creating these!
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Links coming soon / Here is the 2nd image cover for Author Dana Davis, for the Tirlogy The Teadai Prophecies. Again Dana gives me the discription of what image she would like and i do my best to re-create that. / Laura’s Website
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Here’s the next digi cover image, / this is for the Author Margaret Marr / It’s the first in the Grave Keeper Trilogy, Dark of the Moon / a crime/thriller novel. Coming soon / Again i am given a discription of what the Author would like and i do my best to create it for her. Laura’s Website
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Book Three of the Teadai Prophecies. / A discription was given to me from the Author and i recreated it. / Author Dana Davis / Laura’s Website
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Laura’s Website The Grave Keeper Trilogy, / 2nd cover image for Author Margaret Marr / Rage against the dying Light, Adult crime/thriller / coming soon
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Laura’s Website / 2nd stance, 3d imaging psp and ps /
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Laura’s Website / 3rd stance. / 3d imaging,psp and ps /
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This is my next cover image, designed for Author J.S.Bradford / Creatures of the Covenant Coming soon / I was given the discription for the cover and did my best to create it. Laura’s Website
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