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A funny image of the old moon himself taking havick on earth after the space shuttle crashes into him.
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/ MCN: C90A3-645E0-856EB / / © Imber 2007. All photographs and artworks in this portfolio are copyrighted and owned by the artist, Imber. Any reproduction, modification, publication, transmission, transfer, or exploitation of any of the content, for personal or commercial use, whether in whole or in part, without written permission from the artist is strictly prohibited. All rights reserved.
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As the drought worsens in Australia, our hope for water rests on the windmills. But even they are dry.
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Featured T-Shirt! I’ve always wanted to do a meaningful halftone =) I absolutely love the simplicity and romance of two people not needing to say a word and enjoying each others company. What makes this extra special are the rays from the morning sun. Originally a picture this is the first sunrise of 2008. Hope you like it as much as I had making it!
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/ MCN: CCB37-A1E56-16AAA / / © Imber 2007. All photographs and artworks in this portfolio are copyrighted and owned by the artist, Imber. Any reproduction, modification, publication, transmission, transfer, or exploitation of any of the content, for personal or commercial use, whether in whole or in part, without written permission from the artist is strictly prohibited. All rights reserved.
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I’m so insignificant…I am because there’s the Sun…only then….I can be alive…So it’s the blessings of the Sun that we thrive on… Inspired by the ancient ways of Sun worship in the Hindu faith, religion, mythology and many religions and faiths worldwide.. This painting depicts the five elements, Earth / Water / Air / Sky and / Fire Oil-on-canvas / 36 X 24 inches ...this is what I personaly believe in.. is that there is just ONE God. How come? / This planet earth and the Solar (the sun)syetem sprang from the womb of the sun. (the big bang theory says so as well) it’s probably millions of years after the big bang, life began to spring up on our planet, we human beings were probably the last one to arrive lol:) It is us early human beings that had began to understand that we owe our life to the sun. The sun was the only God until great men and women who preached love, peace harmony amongst us came along and we began to worship them as Gods…it is our own interpretation or misinterpretation of their teachings that we should divide ourselves into religious groups and anyone who’s from another faith should be hated…(so sad) we defeat the very basics of their teachings that the holy men, messengers of God, the great teachers and givers of good to us, in Hinduism we call them Devtas which means ‘The Givers’…some call them prophets…some call them Gods as per their own reasons…For me personally The Sun is the God…If there’s the Sun, Only Then We are… This inspired poem is by a dear and a departed poet HAFIZ … I want both of us / To start talking about this Great Love As if You, I and the Sun were all married / And living in a tiny room. / Helping each other to cook, / Do the wash, / Weave and sew / Care for our beautiful / Animals. We all leave each morning / To labor on the earth’s field. / No one does not lift a great pack. I want both of us to start singing like two / Traveling minstrels / About this Extraordinary Existence / We Share, As If, You, I, and God were all married And living in / A Tiny / Room ...and this poem is by RosaCobos / Water melted from iced melted… / The lake of the new dreams.. / where the reflections of the love they share… / will get into the ear.. / travelling along the sun beams…. / down… there.. / into the profoundity. / Rosa (Beautiful picture… and wonderful poem….just tell your friend…) Featured Work… / Honored, Thank you Masterpieces: Literary Workshop Group
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© Simone Byrne Photography, 2008. All Rights Reserved. 19th March, 2008 A lone tree battles the elements of a drought ridden earth. A digital x-processing effect has been applied to this image. Lockwood, Victoria, Australia Camera: Canon EOS 350D Lens: Canon 18-55mm @ focal length 22mm Exposure: 1/13 sec, f16, ISO 100 Filters: Hoya UV, Cokin 121S Grad ND8 HDR: AEB (-1, 0, +1) Tone Mapping: Photomatix Pro Processing: Adobe Photoshop CS X-Processing: Adobe Lightroom Signed Print Available @ SimoneByrne.com.au Landscape Gallery Seascape Gallery Equine Gallery Spiritual Gallery Miscellaneous Gallery Tree Graveyard Gallery Mornington Peninsula Gallery HDRi Gallery B&W/Mono Gallery Featured Works Thanks for looking, all comments greatly appreciated, Simone.
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Stripped of her beauty, she stands alone, firm and strong. / Falling into sleep as Autumn fades. A time to restore her energy spent. / The cold and bitter winds of winter encircle her, testing her. / But she is safe, her armour protecting her, securing her delicate core from the many elements, shielding her from harm. / The rings of time hardened around her, embracing her, allowing her to sleep without worry. / As every day passes, she will take from the sun, bask in the light of the moon and quench her thirst from the soil drawing strength from her foundations, allowing her to grow. / When the time is right and the warmth of the earth awakens her spirit she will yet again show us her splendour. Give us her beauty. /
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A Lonely Planet In the Middle of Nothingness
by The wizard of edIt was March 2005, somewhere near St Kilda....
It was March 2005, somewhere near St Kilda. I was sitting in a room, on a sofa propped on milk crates, staring at the ceiling. Around my neck was a Philadelphia collar and in my hand was a bottle of gin. The collar was the only sign that I had recently broken my C1, 2 & T1 the gin was to stop me thinking about it. I was staring at the ceiling because it was reasonably tricky to stare anywhere else. I sat quietly contemplating my future. Next to me was a chap called Christopher Lansell, Crispy to his comrades, whom I’d known about 8 minutes. He started talking about some things, wild, imaginative things, I started to reply, and back he came with more, this went on quite successfully for a while. One of these crazy things was an idea he’d been playing with to install a 1:1 billion scale model of the Solar System somewhere in Melbourne. It seemed quite a good idea to me. Almost without any warning at all it was 9am on December 10 of that year, my return ticket to the UK forgotten in the back of a drawer somewhere, and 6 months out of date, my neck visible to all who cared to glance. I’m crouched at the door to our St Kilda studio, attempting to drill a hole into Pluto, except this Pluto is only 2mm in diametre, which makes it very tricky. And in half an hour it’s meant to be on a plinth somewhere near Port Melbourne. / / / / Building the Sun Having drummed up some media interest through an interview on ABC radio and an article in The Age and spent a few months constructing the Sun and nine planets by hand we were actually within minutes of taking our disjointed conversation live. / / / / / Painting the Planets / Planet bases Pluto / Mars / Neptune / Saturn / Jupiter / Having finally secured Pluto to it’s stand, we threw all the models in the back of a trailer and hightailed it to the beach, as we roared along the approach to the marina there was a sudden, and slightly sickening crunch. Crispy braked, we looked at each other in silent fear, then out through the back window of the Toyota. Rolling down the road in the vague direction of Acland Street was a 1.39m golden ball of plywood and satin. Hmmm. We exited the car at speed and, to the amusement of the residents, sprinted off after the star. It was not entirely unscathed, but it was still presentable, and anyway, we were out of time. The weekend was long and disgustingly hot, but the model was a success, large numbers of families turned up on their bikes, with their children, The Age article folded in their pockets, planning to ride the full 6km route to Pluto. And being mid summer the beach and passing traffic was plentiful. Seeing kids stand under the 1.28cm hand painted sphere that was Earth (I even managed to dust the Himalayas with some snow) and point out Australia before running 150m to the Sun and smacking it with their ice cream stained hands was quite rewarding. / Earth, a man with a beard & the Moon, which is as far as Man has ever actually travelled, allegedly. (But not the man with the beard, he may have been no further than Geelong, I don’t know) Mars / The Sun / / / By Sunday night we were knackered but content. Then things started getting interesting. Tony Wheeler, co-founder of Lonely Planet rang us up, said he’d heard about the project but had been out of the country and wondered if he could come and see the models, we, unsurprisingly said yes. Then the council rang us up and said they’d had a lot of calls from the general public asking when they were going to do the project again. They said they hadn’t done it in the first place. It was about this point that words like ‘permanent’ began to appear in conversations. We found a sculptor, Cameron Robbins, an eccentric and extremely talented man based in Collingwood, and commenced talks with the council. It was estimated at costing around $70,000, and so the tedious process of money raising became the focus, Tony pledged a large sum of his personal finances, as did some universities. Things looked good. Then the university pulled out, and we experienced our first wedge of bureaucratic council red tape. Things look bad. And that high and low was a microcosm of how it progressed for the next two years. With a hefty focus on the ‘This is just never going to happen’ line of thought. But now, three years and six months after a conversation on a sofa in St Kilda, there are some people down at the foreshore tidying up the metre high bluestone plinths the planets rest on, and no doubt someone polishing the 360kg of bronze that makes up the Sun, in preparation for the opening on September 21. And I’m going to miss it, because I’m in London, so if you have nothing better to do please pop down to the reserve north of the Marina at 4.45, take some photos, get yourself an epic sense of how fragile and unique Earth really is and give Crispy some support for the endless phone calls and meetings and rolls and rolls of tape he’s deftly sliced through. Pouring the bronze Planets / Saturn, Jupiter, Neptune, Uranus cooling off / Half of the Sun / All of the Sun / Polishing the Sun / The sculptor Cameron Robbins next to polished Sun / Saturn / Venus, Mars, Earth, Mercury & Pluto (yeah it’s not a planet anymore, but it was then) / Pouring concrete base for the Sun / Diamond saw cutting bluestone plinths for the planets / Plinths being lifted into place / / The Sun being moved into place / / / / Model Location / And if you ever see anyone chasing an enormous shining sphere down a road, go and give them a hand.
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Pastel on paper.
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Original, Hand Painted / Oil-on-canvas / 24 X 20 inches Thank you Romo / for… ...”Since this poem was written just for you in another time once upon a dream:) If you would like you can use it with one of your brilliant work of art since they are so full of Life, Love and Joy I think this section of the poem would go wonderful with one of your pieces. Let your love flow like the river… / Let it run wild and free…. / A promise that you can deliver… / Dreams are for you / Dreams are for me / Dreams can come true – Believe! Also, it would bring me joy and be such an honor to have my words associated with your beautiful Art….Robin:)” The Brent River…. While traveling, one can come across several intriguing places by chance… Sometimes you are not prepared enough or even carrying a camera to capture an image of the place that captivates you…but it leaves a deep impression in one’s memory which you can recollect…and I painted that memory…to the best I could recollect of that moment…this was one of those chance visits to the riverside in Greenford, England during one of my several walks…
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slight different variation of colours made into card/wallart too /
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I’m proud and privileged to introduce my great friend and a talent indeed.. LINAJI. We have our first duet, a presentation for you wonderful people at the great Red Bubble. We hope that you enjoy this as much as we have while putting this togather… / / Please visit her site LOOK AND SEE LINAJI Linaji…in her own words… THE ONLY ONE AT THE ONLY PLACE As I stood There.. / I was IT / The Only One Where was I now? / Abandoned? / Predestined? / Somehow here / I was IT! A point between two places / A note between two songs / A smile between two faces / And before long, I knew / This was IT / The Only Place to be / Here in my longing trance / Here inside of me The Only One / At / The Only Place / I could ever be / Here, Here, / My darling Dear, / Here, / Inside of Me… http://www.redbubble.com/people/linaji A landscape…a peep into the future… Original Painting / Oil-on-canvas / 24 X 18 inches
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healing earth energy,,from the Great Spirit. 3d imaging, PSP9 and Painter X
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Just Past Summer It was a time you let go / And caught the wind / Absent a rudder to slice your way through / Just Past Summer, / You let go of wondering how to Love, / You did. / Colors / Blended into one voice / Truth / Beating swiftly / Like cream does to butter. / Just Past Summer, / A fire as big as a sunset / Was started, / Using all the dried up dreams / And the gutter remains. / Rich you said, / Smell the smoke, / Sacred release. / The ashes you spread out like a table / Serving doubt and loneliness / Featuring a cold vichyssoise that had / A hint of Hope. / This hint you said, / Will complement the rest, / Fear not. / Dessert was three layers of / Rich longing, / Covered with a double dark / Butter cream of Love. / Always Love / You said… / Then off you went, / To catch the boat with no rudder, / On a warm Chinook breeze / That took you to Just Past Summer.
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Not long ago i came across the painting Tessellation: 1 by the Creative / Tania Donald i loved her painting as i am a big fan of Mosaic art, I asked Tania if i could do a collaboration work with her painting , to create something in my style,she was very happy and excited to see what I was going to do , I must say i but my heart and soul into this one and it took for ever to finish . / to see more of Tania’s work please visit her site , Thank you Tania for the inspiration. Tessellation: 1
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Sunset Ho’okipa Beach Maui Hawai’i © 2008 Sharon Anne Mau These are true colours with no postprocessing. The beautiful pastel colours of this exquisite sunset are created by atmospheric conditions of the Vog from the volcanic activity on the Big Island. Haʻaheo ka ua i nā pali ~ Proudly swept the rain by the cliffs / Ke nihi aʻela i ka nahele ~ As it glided through the trees / E hahai (uhai) ana paha i ka liko ~ Still following ever the bud / Pua ʻāhihi lehua o uka ~ The ʻāhihi lehua of the vale / Hui: Chorus: / Aloha ʻoe, aloha ʻoe ~ Farewell to you, farewell to you / E ke onaona noho i ka lipo ~ The charming one who dwells in the shaded bowers ~ One fond embrace, One fond embrace ~ / A hoʻi aʻe au ‘Ere ~ I depart until we meet again. Until we meet again / ʻO ka haliʻa aloha i hiki mai ~ Sweet memories come back to me / Ke hone aʻe nei i ~ Bringing fresh remembrances / Kuʻu manawa Of the past ~ ʻO ʻoe nō kaʻu ipo aloha / Dearest one, yes, you are mine own / A loko e hana nei ~ From you, true love shall never depart / Maopopo kuʻu ʻike i ka nani ~ I have seen and watched your loveliness / Nā pua rose o Maunawili ~ The sweet rose of Maunawili / I laila hiaʻia nā manu ~ And ‘tis there the birds of love dwell / Mikiʻala i ka nani o ka lipo ~ And sip the honey from your lips” Her most famous work, a song written by the last reigning Queen of Hawai’i ~ Queen Lili’uokalani (02 September 1838 – 11 November 1917) Queen Lili’uokalani was the last monarch, the last sovereign queen of the Kingdom of Hawai’i. She was originally named Lydia Liliu Loloku Walania Wewehi Kamaka’eha, Lydia Liliuokalani Paki, and also known as Lydia Kamakaʻeha Paki, with the chosen royal name of Liliʻuokalani. Queen Liliʻuokalani was an accomplished author and songwriter. Her book, Hawaiʻi’s Story by Hawaiʻi’s Queen, gave her view of the history of her country and her overthrow and therefore became the first Native Hawaiian female author. Liliʻuokalani was known for her musical talent. Lili’u is said to have played guitar, piano, organ, ‘ukulele and zither. She also sang alto, performing Hawaiian and English sacred and secular music. She would find herself in music. In her memoirs she wrote: “to compose was as natural to me as to breathe. This gift remains a source of the greatest consolation.” She wrote over 165 songs and chants. Some of her best-known musical compositions include the song, “Aloha ʻOe”, “The Queen’s Jubilee”, “He Mele Lahui Hawai’i”, and “Ku’u Pua I Paoakalani” ~ Source: Wikipedia !!
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© 6point1 Photography 2008
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In the Southern Wastes, fools do not last very long. A digital painting created in 2007. Visit: www.shrunkenheaddesign.co.uk for info on me and more of my work.
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This composite, a matrix panoramic image I created using four of my photographs taken on Makena Beach Maui Hawai’i. © 2008 Sharon Anne Mau Gerald May writes in The Awakened Heart ~ “There is a secret set within each of our hearts. It often goes unnoticed, we rarely can put words to it, and yet it guides us throughout the days of our lives. This secret remains hidden for the most part in our deepest selves. It is the desire for life as it was meant to be. Isn’t there a life you have been searching for all your days? You may not always be aware of your search, and there are times when you seem to have abandoned looking altogether. But again and again it returns to us, this yearning that cries out for the life we prize. It is elusive, to be sure. It seems to come and go at will. Seasons may pass until it surfaces again. And though it seems to taunt us, and may at times cause us great pain, we know when it returns that it is priceless. For if we could recover this desire, unearth it from beneath all other distractions, and embrace it as our deepest treasure, we would discover the secret of our existence. You see, life comes to all of us as a mystery. We all share the same dilemma – we long for life and we’re not sure where to find it. We wonder if we ever do find it, can we make it last? The longing for life within us seems incongruent with the life we find around us. What is available seems at times close to what we want, but never quite a fit. Our days come to us as a riddle, and the answers aren’t handed out with our birth certificates. We must journey to find the life we prize. And the guide we have been given is the desire set deep within, the desire we often overlook or mistake for something else or even choose to ignore. The greatest human tragedy is to give up the search. Nothing is of greater importance than the life of our deep heart. To lose heart is to lose everything. And if we are to bring our hearts along in our life’s journey, we simply must not, we cannot, abandon this desire.”
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Fingal Headland Dawn Shoot – Sunday 27 July 2008 Three light elements are present in this shot…the sun coming up, the moon fading and manmade light! As the sun comes up, so the moon fades…. That sparkle you see in the sky is the moon! Best viewed LARGE
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STAR SHINE / OIL / $1500 US (ORIGINAL OIL 18” X 24”) / SIGNED DEDICATED PRINTS AVAILABLE / / We are star stuff. We bathe in sunlight and in moonbeams. In the intense heat and pressure of a billion stars proceeds the essence of life. Without such immense power all life would cease. How intricate is this cosmos. How wonderful is it’s complexity. How magnificent it is to know, to have consciousness, to perceive the wonders of it all. To be sentient beings traveling on this small blue life-filled orb, witnessing the grandeur of a Higher Power’s love for us. The bounty of a God’s love is infinite and timeless and given freely to all. visionary imagist “joey”
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A Peregrine Falcon (Falco peregrinus) flies over the Johnson River at sunrise in the Alaska Range ~ Freedom’s Northern Wind “I. Franconia from the Pemigewasset ~ Once more, O Mountains of the North, / unveil Your brows, and lay your cloudy mantles by / And once more, ere the eyes that seek ye fail, / Uplift against the blue walls of the sky Your mighty shapes, and let the sunshine weave Its golden net-work in your belting woods, / Smile down in rainbows from your falling floods, And on your kingly brows at morn and eve Set crowns of fire! / So shall my soul receive Haply the secret of your calm and strength, / Your unforgotten beauty interfuse My common life, your glorious shapes and hues / And sun-dropped splendors at my bidding come, / Loom vast through dreams, and stretch in billowy length / From the sea-level of my lowland home! / They rise before me! / Last night’s thunder-gust / Roared not in vain: for where its lightnings thrust Their tongues of fire, the great peaks seem so near, / Burned clean of mist, so starkly bold and clear, / I almost pause the wind in the pines to hear, The loose rock’s fall, the steps of browsing deer. / The clouds that shattered on yon slide-worn walls / And splintered on the rocks their spears of rain / Have set in play a thousand waterfalls, / Making the dusk and silence of the woods / Glad with the laughter of the chasing floods, And luminous with blown spray and silver gleams, / While, in the vales below, / the dry-lipped streams Sing to the freshened meadow-lands again. / So, let me hope, / the battle-storm that beats The land with hail and fire may pass away / With its spent thunders at the break of day, / Like last night’s clouds, / and leave, as it retreats, A greener earth and fairer sky behind, / Blown crystal-clear by Freedom’s Northern wind!” Poetry by John Greenleaf Whittier 1862
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