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Canon rebelxt sigma 17-70mm elements pp / / Sold as matted print / Southern Ontario Canada
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Buy it here ThomasDodd.com/Store Thanks for the pain, / love(and hate) / the ex… /
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I have changed the name, quite suddenly~ Thank you for viewing Sara Wilson © Inspired by Daniel Lim, aka fawn fruits : } Edit / If you are interested in buying this as a print, please visit my Etsy shop at http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=5359876
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Sales of this design – 2 so far / / / Littlest Elephant Love Links TShirt / / / A Mixed Media production on Aquarelle paper / original available @ $110 (unframed as is) / size of original 28.5cmx35cm / ink, pastel, acrylic, charcoal
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Sales of this Design? – 5 sales so far :) / / “Shoes available at Zazzle”http://www.zazzle.com/karin_taylor_zazzle ’’Asian Series’ card by Karin Taylor This dear little asian girl has stolen my heart! She’s so sweet and shy. She wears a traditional chinese costume with her feet slightly turned in. Flowers in her crazy ‘updo’ hair secured with a couple of chopsticks! Chinese Red Fan Girl stands before a warm glowing screen, patiently waiting for her little friend from Japan, ‘Little Blue Kimono’ to arrive. Chinese Red Fan Girl wears a pair of geta on her tootsies, a gift from ‘Little Blue’ The kanji symbols in the background on the screen translate into ‘One’s Dearest Wish’
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Thank you to the Red Bubble team for featuring this photo on their art page…my first..a very big deal to me. Sincerest thanks!!! Featured in the First Things group…with thanks to the hosts! Featured in the Reaching Freedom…with thanks to the beautiful hosts! Featured in the Outsiders…sincere thanks, dear hosts! I have a fascination with ravens…and Poe…and poetry. This photo is being posted with Vonne in mind…I love her Rowen stories. Model with thanks to Christopher and Claire! Inspired by Edgar Allan Poe ~ The Raven ~ 1845 Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary, / Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, / While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, / As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. / `’Tis some visitor,’ I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door - / Only this, and nothing more.’
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Jo and Michael other images in this series
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deer and hunter other images in this series
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This creation has been inspired by the Traditional Irish Song : Skibbereen. I focused here on the old and happy times while they where living in Skibbereen, in Dear Ireland. / It’s like an instant shot of the father’s memory, when he was happy, he remembers the good days when his wife was alive. / We all have photographies of people we love. That’s what i wanted to show here, a positive touch while the song is so sad! . Yet sold 1 poster and 1 card of this creation. My gallery is Copyright © Wandering Soul. All rights reserved. / All the materials contained in my gallery may not be reproduced, copied, edited, published, transmitted or uploaded in any way without my written permission. My images do not belong to the public domain. / Please read the Etiquette Policy and respect it! / Modifying, tubing, cropping, using it for letters or stationeries, layouts, backgrounds, stock, copyrighting, stealing my work is not only against the law but unethical. / Altaring or using without express written permission is stealing. View More ART here!
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Sales of this TShirt ? – 3 sales so far :) / / “Shoes available at Zazzle”http://www.zazzle.com/karin_taylor_zazzle ’’Asian Series’ card by Karin Taylor This dear little asian girl has stolen my heart! She’s so sweet and shy. She wears a traditional chinese costume with her feet slightly turned in. Flowers in her crazy ‘updo’ hair secured with a couple of chopsticks! Chinese Red Fan Girl stands before a warm glowing screen, patiently waiting for her little friend from Japan, ‘Little Blue Kimono’ to arrive. Chinese Red Doll wears a pair of geta on her tootsies, a gift from ‘Little Blue’
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The roaring waterfalls of Iguazu, a small patch of grass amidst all that watery violence, fighting for survival. / Available as wallpaper
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A photo from my project “Latvian Landscapes”.
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Acrylic On Canvas Wherever Mel and Phoebe may go, they will always be so dear and so precious to Ophelia…they are connected no matter the length of distance that separates them….such is the beauty of their frendship :D / You can view and buy my other “Heartstrings” creations from my Zazzle Gallery:
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Picture of a small Fallow Deer in the sun
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This is a collaboration between myself and Empress for WitheringMoons’ competition Secret Place I want to thank Kate for accepting the challenge of writing a new piece and to congratulate her on such a wonderful result, Dear Diary all written in a day! I only put her up to the challenge less than a day ago.. time zones mean nothing! Thanks also to WitheringMoon for such an inspiring Competition. Anyway, enough of me, over to Kate… Dear Diary Angel crouches atop the pillar, still as the monument she mimics. A sigh escapes her lips and her wings furl in a dark embrace as soft footfalls dance closer. ‘Sapphira. Don’t.’ Partway between the light and the dark, Sapphira spins. She’s a lily of a woman, a shining young thing with pearls and baby’s breath crowning ebony ringlets that spill down to tickle the book she holds. Her fingers tighten, clutching the volume close to her heart. ‘Once it’s gone, it’s dust and there’s no getting it back.’ Angel lands lightly on the Lane, boots soundless on the lush grass. ‘Not even a legendary love.’ / Sapphire stands proud, her shoulder back, steel infusing her spine. ‘I can. I will.’ / ‘No. I’m sorry, Sapphira.’ Angel’s regret is genuine and it colours her voice in shades of mauve. ‘I’m probably one of the few who knows that Lovers Lane is really a corruption of Lover Slain, and one of even less who knows who’s buried beneath out feet. And who you really are.’ ‘Congratulations.’ Sapphira’s smile is brief, a momentary quirk of plum-dark lips that fails to reach her midnight eyes. / ‘I know all that.’ Angel steps closer. ‘But I don’t know how you found the book.’ / Sapphira’s pale hand caresses the book which seems to arch into the stroke like a cat. ‘It found me. Eventually. It is my diary, after all.’ / ‘Ah, yes. A record of a young woman’s hopes and dreams, her wishes and secrets.’ / ‘Don’t forget potential blackmail material.’ / Angel folds her arms and nods thoughtfully. ‘Which is rather why I thought it was burnt with all your other belongings.’ / ‘Like heroes, books never die. They just go elsewhere.’ / ‘Have we covered the banter and cryptic taunts yet? Or are you done?’ / Sapphira glances up at the quarter moon riding low in the sky above Siren’s Gate. The pure light illuminates her face and her resolve. ‘I’m done. Done with waiting and for conditions to be met. I have the key to unlock Destiny’s Door and there is nothing left for me to lose.’ / Angel hums skeptically. ‘That’s what they all say until they’re proved wrong. Usually in some horribly messy fashion guaranteed to stain the brickwork.’ / ‘It doesn’t matter.’ Sapphira flicks the latch apart and skims through pages. The gold talisman ring on her left hand winks. / ‘It does if you have to clean up the mess,’ Angel points out. / Sapphira slices a sharp fingernail across her palm, cups her hand as the blood wells. A delicate frown distorts her brow. ‘The turning of the year, midway between Above and Below, between Before and After…’ / Angel wrinkles her nose as mists coalesce. For a popular nightspot Lovers Lane is lonely tonight, rife with aversions and small mercies. The mists cloud the boundaries, hiding the buildings, muffling the streetlights… and shifting the Lane to another plane. / Straight as a stiletto, green as a fairway, the Lovers Lane becomes the entire world. Mists hem its edges and frame the endpoints. Even mists don’t dare occlude the Deco Dinner or the gothic slendour of the Fata Morgana Tea Palace although they can reduce them to ghosts. / Sapphira shivers and the ruby liquid in the cup of her hand threatens to spill. ‘Almost.’ / ‘Hallow ground. Interesting.’ Angel’s wings retain the full rich colours of midnight, impervious to the half-tones that dominate this version of reality. Except for the verdant turf, herself, and the woman with book. ‘What exactly is your party trick, Sapphira?’ / Sapphira turns another page. She checks over her shoulder, compares behind with ahead and moves until she stands in the middle of the Lane. She drags the tip of her shoe across the ground and the grass unzips. ‘It won’t be a secret much longer.’ / ‘Yes, that’s what I’m concerned about.’ / Sapphira isn’t listening. Her focus is on the well of blood in her hand. Brighter than glory, precious as love, red as rage, it seeps from the slash across her heart and fate lines, closing in on the moment when it will overflow. She brings her hand in line with the break in the ground, starts to angle the outside edge down— / Angel catches Sapphira’s hand and forces it into a fist. / ‘No!’ / ‘That’s what I tried to tell you,’ Angels says. ‘Whatever you call up won’t be him. Just like you’re not you anymore.’ / Sapphira struggles. Angel grabs her other hand, tugs Sapphira round and up on to her toes. Angel’s hold is implacable, her expression gentle. ‘Sapphira. You’ve been dead for decades.’ / Sapphira’s lashes flutter. ‘Pardon?’ / ‘Denial and Belief are powerful forces and when you combine them…’ Angel winces. ‘Sorry.’ / ‘Oh.’ / Angel catches the diary as Sapphira dissolves. The weight of the book is a surprise, drags her arm down. The snap of Angel’s wings flaring for balance is one bruise too many and brings the Lane back into phase with Siren’s Gate. / The moon continues its serene journey and music escapes from the twelve bars between the Diner and the Palace, perhaps a little bluer than normal. / This time Angel’s sigh is heavy as regret in winter. She shakes her head. ‘The Forbidden Book Vault is getting close to full.’ (c) kate smith
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Jo and Michael other images in this series
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/ Baby Onesie available <a href="http://www.zazzle.com/littlest_elephant_love_links_shirt-235970795332371858">Zazzle</a><br /><a href="http://www.redbubble.com/people/karin/t-shirts/2154960-1-littlest-elephant-love-links-tshirt"><img src="http://images-2.redbubble.net/img/clothing/bodycolor:navy/cropped/size:large/style:womens/view:preview/2154960-1-littlest-elephant-love-links.jpg" alt="" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.redbubble.com/people/karin/art/2150715-2-the-littlest-elephant"><img src="http://images-0.redbubble.net/img/art/framecolor:cherry/framestyle:flat30/mattecolor:off%20white/product:framed-print/size:small/view:preview/2150715-2-the-littlest-elephant.jpg" alt="" /></a><br />A Mixed Media production on Aquarelle paper<br />original available $110 (unframed as is) / size of original 28.5cmx35cm / ink, pastel, acrylic, charcoal
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best regards, / the rest of the world. xx
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Dear Marie Stock: model: Lisajen-stock / textures: amptone-stock and Enchantedgal-Stock The rest was brush work.
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doe other images in this series
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Waiting for “THE” shot …I thought about taking a photo(with my other camera,D 200 from nikon)of my other camera to make a silhouette…I love mornings like this …so peaceful and calm… /
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This was taken at the Wild Life Ranch in San Antonio Texas. I am so amazed how people paid an arm and a leg to enter this place only to ran about and expect the aminals to come to them. I sat for 20 mins in one spot and just observed the aminals. It was not just by chance. Animals shots take alot of work. Although some people can get lucky.
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