Dickinson
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Herb Dickinson
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Lolita Dickinson
United States
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Phil Dickinson
United Kingdom
65 creative works found
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This photo of a bumblebee hanging from a summer blossom goes well with the words of my favorite poet, Emily Dickinson, who described fame as a bee. Like a bee’s song, fame has its happy aspects, but it also has its sting and its share of pain; finally, it has its wing. As fast as it comes, it can readily disappear! Good food for thought for anyone who craves fame! Ironically, Emily Dickinson never knew either the song, the sting,or the wing of fame. She lived as a recluse, hidden from the public eye, all her life. It wasn’t until after her death that her huge inventory of poetry was discovered and she attained world renown as one of the most gifted poets of all time. Quite interesting that she who desired nothing of fame in life achieved it posthumously!
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Emily Dickinson’s poetry is brief yet compacted with meaning. Her well-chosen words always deliver the punch she intended. This little poem is one of my favorites because it is a reminder of the power of words, that they live on in the people to whom we address them, long after they’ve left our mouths. I thought this photo of a little vine wrapping itself around a barbed wire fence went well with Dickinson’s words. The barbs symbolize sharp, hurtful words that damage while the tender vine represents gentle but strong, life-giving words that build up, heal, and encourage.
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When I was teaching high school English, Emily Dickinson’s poem about HOPE was one of my all-time favorites. The great American poet compares hope to a little bird that never stops singing, even during the most turbulent storms, yet demands nothing from the one it encourages. In the present day when despair and doubts abound, this little poem from the past makes a welcome comeback. I took the photo of the Carolina wren as it perched jauntily on a branch near my patio. I love the wren because, in spite of its small size, it has a mighty song. I think it’s a fitting image to couple with Emily Dickinson’s poem. May the picture and the poetry bring hope your way! (The photo is also available without the poem. Just let me know if you’d like that instead.)
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Many think that my shooting for Playboy was a highlight in my career as a photographer. Actually, it was shooting fashion for magazines like Vogue. Arguably, the best of them was Italian Bazaar during the time that Lizette Kattan was the editor. She was smart, understood talent, and gave photographers total freedom to shoot as they pleased. Further, a photographer was asked to turn in only 3 to 5 transparencies of each shot… the photographer could keep all the rest of the film. And, as photographers, we were allowed to choose many of our own models which allowed for the discovery of new model talent. Vogue and Bazaar, USA were inclined to book only the models they considered to be stars or rapidly rising talents in the world of modeling. So, I was denied booking Cindy Crawford for Bazaar, USA at the time she was unknown (but a major model in Chicago). This photo of Janice Dickinson, done in a swimming pool, on the island of Mustique was not part of my fashion assignment. Rather, it was a fun shot, styled by the extrordinary Parisian talent (makeup artist for Christian Dior), Tyen. (Tyen, subsequently, went on to become a top fashion photographer, himself.) Janice was already a major model with whom I had worked quite often. For this shot, Tyen put the garland of flowers about Janice’s head. I plucked one petal and put it between her teeth. My Gitzo tripod was submerged in the pool and a Nikon F3 was mounted just above water level (later that year, I switched to Leica cameras, but that’s another story). I took my Gitzo into oceans and other hostile (to tripods) environments. Each night, my assistant would dismantle the tripod, wash it in fresh water, dry it and reassemble it in the morning. As my photographic prints go, this shot of Janice has been my most popular print after any image of Gia (Carangi) that I may have done (Gia has a wicked fan base). Oh, and though it was not part of my fashion shoot, Bazaar Italia, ran this (similar) image across two pages. That’s why I shoot so many horizontally formatted images!
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John Everett Millias’ painting titled, “Ophelia” was the inspiration for this Mixed Media. / Acrylic . / Sealing wax and Bee Stamp. Emily Dickinson’s poem, “The Gentian Weaves her Fringes.” The Gentian weaves her fringes - / The Maple’s loom is red - / My departing blossoms / Obviate parade. A brief, but patient illness - / An hour to prepare, / And one below this morning / Is where the angels are - / It was a short procession, / The Bobolink was there - / An aged Bee addressed us - / And then we knelt in prayer - / We trust that she was willing - / We ask that we may be. / Summer - Sister - Seraph! / Let us go with thee! In the name of the Bee - / And of the Butterfly - / And of the Breeze—Amen! Actually, the Ophelia image was the springboard for this Mixed Media work. It seems there were a lot of false starts with this one. Initially, I tore up a copy of the Ophelia and scattered and glued it to the surface of the canvas. Hoping to achieve a dream-like quality that would honor Millias, and inspired by the altered art genre, I moved forward. Then, I applied layers upon layers of paint. When I did not like what was happening to the piece, I did not discard it I simply worked around it. I added to it, a little cross with red sealing wax bees. Hours and hour of joy… In some way, Millias’ Ophelia looks as if she is giving a benediction, and this is why I chose to place the closing lines of Dickinson’s poem with it. In the name of the Bee- / And of the Butterfly- / And of the breeze Amen! Emily Dickinson and I would have been great friends. /
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I have a Bird in spring / Which for myself doth sing – / The spring decoys. / And as the summer nears – / And as the Rose appears, / Robin is gone. Yet do I not repine / Knowing that Bird of mine / Though flown – / Learneth beyond the sea / Melody new for me / And will return. Fast is a safer hand / Held in a truer Land / Are mine – / And though they now depart, / Tell I my doubting heart / They’re thine. In a serener Bright, / In a more golden light / I see / Each little doubt and fear, / Each little discord here / Removed. Then will I not repine, / Knowing that Bird of mine / Though flown / Shall in a distant tree / Bright melody for me / Return. / ~ Emily Dickinson Images copyright ©Kimberly Palmer. / Copying, displaying, manipulating or redistribution of any image from this portfolio without permission from the artist is strictly prohibited
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BYGONE ERA IMAGE COLLECTION General Store in the Pioneer Community out the back door of the Dickinson County Heritage Center in Abilene, Kansas ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Please don’t copy or download this image. My photos may NOT be reproduced and/or used in any form without my written permission. If you want this photograph, I would be honored for you to purchase it. ©2008 Patricia Montgomery | Bucks Mountain Galleries All rights reserved.
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On July 26, 2009 this image placed third in the Nostalgia challenge in the Art by Bubble Hosts group. BYGONE ERA IMAGE COLLECTION A general store in the Pioneer Community out the back door of the Dickinson County Heritage Center in Abilene, Kansas. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Please don’t copy or download this image. My photos may NOT be reproduced and/or used in any form without my written permission. If you want this photograph, I would be honored for you to purchase it. ©2008 Patricia Montgomery | Bucks Mountain Galleries All rights reserved.
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Wild Nights – Wild Nights! (Poem 249) / by Emily Dickinson Wild Nights – Wild Nights! / Were I with thee / Wild Nights should be / Our luxury! Futile – the winds – / To a heart in port – / Done with the compass – / Done with the chart! Rowing in Eden – / Ah, the sea! / Might I moor – Tonight – / In thee!
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From the original painting by artist Herb Dickinson. Copyright2008Herb Dickinson / Protected by international copyright. No reproductions in China or any other country without permission.
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Title from a poem by Emily Dickinson I hide myself within my flower, / That wearing on your breast, / You, unsuspecting, wear me too— / And angels know the rest. / / I hide myself within my flower, / That, fading from your vase, / You, unsuspecting, feel for me / Almost a loneliness.
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poem by emily dickinson
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Only 11 layers used for this image which continues the series of works that include the poetry of Emily Dickinson. As if some little Arctic flower, / Upon the polar hem, / Went wandering down the latitudes, / Until it puzzled came / To continents of summer, / To firmaments of sun, / To strange, bright crowds of flowers, / And birds of foreign tongue! / I say, as if this little flower / To Eden wandered in— / What then? Why, nothing, only / Your inference therefrom!
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Emily Dickinson again: The daisy follows soft the sun, / And when his golden walk is done, / Sits shyly at his feet. / He, waking, finds the flower near. / “Wherefore, marauder, art thou here?” / “Because, sir, love is sweet!” / / We are the flower, Thou the sun! / Forgive us, if as days decline, / We nearer steal to Thee, / Enamoured of the parting west, / The peace, the flight, the amethyst, / Night’s possibility!
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Safe in their alabaster chambers, / Untouched by morning and untouched by noon, / Sleep the meek members of the resurrection, / Rafter of satin, and roof of stone. / - Emily Dickinson Holga image on Kodak T-Max film. No digital manipulation. (c) Paul Lavallee 2007 /
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Emily Dickinson is my favorite poet; these lines from one of her poems are a perfect companion to the robin photo I took this morning on my patio.
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Poem by Emily Dickinson
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For a woman considered to be a virgin spinster, I often wondered about Emily Dickinson’s most erotic poem about wild nights, rowing, and mooring within another. A tribute, this. Image of Emily Dickinson —Emily Dickinson Wild nights! Wild nights! / Were I with thee, / Wild nights should be / Our luxury! Futile the winds / To a heart in port, / Done with the compass, / Done with the chart. Rowing in Eden! / Ah! the sea! / Might I but moor / To-night in thee! Featured in the Group: The Sisterhood / Featured in the Group: Show Me a Sign / Featured in the Group: Out of the Past Part of the Thinkers/Genius Series Nausicäa / Pocket Full of Stones / And I Am Apple Orchard / Sam I Am / The Human Condition / So What / A Love Supreme / I Think / Revolutionary / What Thoughts I Have of You Tonight, Walt Whitman /
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A murmur in the trees to note, / Not loud enough for wind; / A star not far enough to seek, / Nor near enough to find; A long, long yellow on the lawn, / A hubbub as of feet; / Not audible, as ours to us, / But dapperer, more sweet; A hurrying home of little men / To houses unperceived,— / All this, and more, if I should tell, / Would never be believed. Of robins in the trundle bed / How many I espy / Whose nightgowns could not hide the wings, / Although I heard them try! But then I promised ne’er to tell; / How could I break my word? / So go your way and I’ll go mine,— / No fear you’ll miss the road…... Words by Emily Dickinson Painting using oil, wax, graphite and acrylic inks.
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NIKON D60 VR NIKOR LENS 18-55 F8 / Facts of the Dickinson Street Bridge, Charleston, West Virginia 2009. Overview: Through truss bridge over Kanawha Blvd., Maccorkle Ave. (WV 61), CSX Transportation, Kanawha River on Dickinson Street in Charleston / Location: Charleston, Kanawha County, West Virginia Status: / Open to traffic History: / Built 1936; rehabilitated 1990.Design through truss. Dimensions: Length of largest span: 420.0 ft. / Total length: 1,148.0 ft. / Deck width: 38.7 ft. / Vertical clearance above deck: 15.2 ft. Recognition: Eligible for the National Register of Historic Places. Also called the South Side Bridge. / / Average daily traffic (as of 2004) / 14,594 DISCOVER DOWNTOWN CHARLESTON FEATURED IN WEST VIRGINIA APRIL 2009
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a collage I made from my beloved mask… / Emily Dickinson (1830–86). Complete Poems. 1924. MUCH madness is divinest sense / To a discerning eye; / Much sense the starkest madness. / ’T is the majority / In this, as all, prevails. 5 / Assent, and you are sane; / Demur,—you ’re straightway dangerous, / And handled with a chain.
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Little Rose / Available as an art print, card, canvas, mounted print and poster. Nobody knows this little Rose / It might a pilgrim be / Did I not take it from the ways / And lift it up to thee. / Only a Bee will miss it / Only a Butterfly, / Hastening from far journey / On its breast to lie / Only a Bird will wonder / Only a Breeze will sigh / Ah Little Rose …..how easy / For such as thee to die / Emily Dickinson / Image copyright © 2009 Shanina Conway. / Copying and displaying or redistribution of this image without permission from the artist is strictly prohibited /
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“Because I could not stop for Death / He kindly stopped for me; / The carriage held but just ourselves / And Immortality.” / ~ Emily Dickinson (photo shot July 2009, Danville, Illinois)
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For every Bird a Nest - / Wherefore in timid quest / Some little Wren goes seeking round - Wherefore when boughs are free - / Households in every tree - / Pilgrim be found? Perhaps a home too high - / Ah Aristocracy! / The little Wren desires - Perhaps of twig so fine - / Of twine e’en superfine, / Her pride aspires - The Lark is not ashamed / To build upon the ground / Her modest house— Yet who of all the throng / Dancing around the sun / Does so rejoice? Emily Dickinson
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