Elephants
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coloured pencil
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3d digital art of three African Elephants Making a defence stand. Pgm bryce3d
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Lisa C. Weber ©2007 (Created with Bryce 6.1) Visit My Complete Portfolio for all My 3D Rendering Artwork. Thanks for dropping by and enjoy!
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I just wanted to use up the paints left over from another painting and painted this elephant using a brush and a toothpick in oil’s.
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said the Elephant to the Mouse original medium: ink on paper Aso available as a tee
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After our early morning elephant ride, to try and see tigers, I noticed that one of the elephants liked to hold his trunk over his tusk. Thought it may make a nice shot. / / (Bandhavgarh National Park – India) / / >< / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / /
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I found this wonderful enormous Copper Beech yesterday, all you creative imaginative people will see why I called it my Elephant Tree.It was the most glorious of trees, and anyone knowing me knows how much I love trees.I wanted to share this one with you.
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Acrylic panting on canvas 1200×600mm / Original for sale $2500.00aud
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Acrylic On Canvas Ophelia,Phoebe and Mel having fun on the elephant’s back….and elephant was pleased to have their company as well! :D This was painted in May’08 and I remembered I had a yearning to want to visit Chiang Mai, Northern Thailand :D..so that was why I painted these 3 friends having an outing with the elephant….because there are many elephant reserves there in Chiang Mai, where they protect these precious animals from harm. I was glad to be able to go on that trip in June’08 this year! :D / / You can view and buy my other “On A Giant’s Back” creations from my Zazzle Gallery:
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All that remains / / Sadness, spread quickly through his heart / Zest and laughter now depart / Wild fires of rage, through the wall of his riddled hide / Scorched the earth like bolts from the soul / Uncontrollable flames raged, despair, anger, no control / Viral like, wiping out his will to live / A once wise mind, filled with hate and terror / Arriving in a torrent of shivering, dust driven loss / Vows of revenge, deep ugly scars carved into the flesh of freedom / Treated like a pawn / The mighty beast acted its part The lives of men are not so simple / Yet let me leave you with this simple thought / In memories, you will find the soul departs with reservations / Like a gun to his temple, a bullet to the brain / We pushed them to their limit where they are expendable / Sanity lost, our gift to them death of the soul of a wild animal / So that we can live our life knowing we made them the fool /
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I am the elephant. Only in the sense that I had the experience once of looking at a dragonfly which was vibrating its head back and forth. I believe it was trying to comprehend in some way the large mass (or elephant) which hd intruded between it and the sky. When you look into the lving world, what looks back? How do we take in what we see? There are questions but not, I think, answers in these matters.
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An etherial painting – very whimsical…........ Elephants can fly?????
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An African Elephant warning me to back off. Taken in the Shimba Hills Reserve, Kenya Canon 400D / ISO 400 / 1/60th / F5.6 / Canon L 4.5 -5.6 100-400mm @ 380mm / No Flash / Beanbag Featured in and Thanks to / Black and White Photography / 300+ / Elegant Elephants / Animals of Africa
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/ / Herd of Watermelon Jungle Elephants A mixed media production based on small painted balsawood ornamental elephants, here they are gathering in the jungle
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Since I was a little girl living all the way over on the East coast I had only dreamed of going to the San Diego Zoo one day. Now having lived in San Diego for 11 years and been to the Zoo at least 1,000 times or more, I still smile with each visit as if it were my very first time going. This is one of the topiary bushes shaped as an elephant located at the Zoo’s entrance .. taken with my Ttv setup. San Diego Zoo Entrance / Ttv Photograph / Canon 40D / 100 mm Macro Lens / Kodak Duaflex III
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Do you remember how it used to be? / Although memory fades away, some things are never forgotten. / Treasuring the good ones makes our paths filled with light…. / —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-——- / “Years” is featured in the group – First Things (05.05.2009) / “Years” is voted as one of the top 10 entries, The Grunge Art Gallery, Black & White Grunge challenge (08.12.2009)
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We were in a safari vehicle in central Kruger National Park and were crossing a river when we saw the mother and calf running, obviously in great distress. Our guide, who had been a “problem animal officer” in a park said he had never seen an elephant so frightened. The mother kept looking back to check on the rest of the group to see if they were following. On 6/11/2009 this photo had had 560 viewings.
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That’s who stay behind the scene…
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THE ELEPHANT
by KEIT2009 featured in / Your Magic Place on 11/09
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Quite a while ago, a lovely and passionate woman, a wondeful writer [yet not many know this] – wrote a story and asked me my opinion of it. Immediately, after reading it, and wiping the tears from my eyes [no, not kidding], I felt totally inspired to create. We both agreed that I should create my vision image from her story, and it has taken a long time to get there. / / The image vision was instant, but getting it onto a digital image the way I wanted it to look, meant I had to learn certain things. 3D rendering for one [I have practised that on other, previous images], I had to get my merging flawless, and of course, I had to go get the shots I needed as well, and then I could start the work. / I managed to finish the piece, and send a preview to the beautiful writer – she approved, and wanted it posted too – so here we go. Here is the story Once upon a time, deep in the heart of the dark continent, there lived an elephant named Muriel. All elephants are given gifts, and Muriel’s gifts were with words and with memory. Because of the nature of her gifts, she had been assigned a very important task within her herd: she was the chief storyteller. As the chief storyteller, it was her job every night to weave tales from the preceding day’s events to preserve the memories of the herd in a form that would be etched in their hearts as well as their minds. But the job of the chief storyteller wasn’t that simple, as it was also her duty to weave tales to inspire the herd for the new day that followed. Muriel, like all chief storytellers that preceded her, inspired her herd in many different ways. Some nights she told of humorous tales that allowed the elephants to see and learn from the folly of their actions. Some nights she left them in awe of another elephant’s bravery or sacrifice, inspiring them to do greatness in the days that followed. Other nights she told them sorrowful tales of loss that wrenched their hearts and caused them to shed great tears, so that they would be moved to appreciate life and live and love more the next day. / As chief storyteller, Muriel had an even greater gift than those of words and memory: she had a gift of true love. It was widely known amongst the elephants that all chief storytellers must also have a great love, for without a great love the gifts of words and memory fade. Muriel’s love was a big, strong, elephant who had the gift of finding water during the hot summer months, and he had been named the chief water-dowser of the herd. During those hot, dry months, he would lead members of the herd out and together they would find life-giving water for the rest of the herd. Upon returning home, he would walk together and he would share his travels with Muriel. Muriel would then use his words and his love to ignite her gifts and string together the words for her stories. He was Muriel’s life and breath, and she was his. / One hot, dry summer day the need for water was growing more urgent. Muriel’s love knew that he was going to have to lead his group to far away places to find water, and they set out early in the morning on their task. That night Muriel anxiously awaited for her love to return with the other elephants after the long day of water-dowsing. She was anxious because she knew how desperately her herd needed a new source of water, and because it had been a long day for her love and his group, and such long days were dangerous on the plains. Her heart lifted as she saw the group return, but then fell as she saw that her love was not among them. The members of the herd explained that they had searched for water but had been unable to find it, and that her love had stayed behind to continue looking overnight. Her heart grew heavy at the thought of her love out alone in the night, and she set out with her heavy heart determined to find him. / Muriel walked the paths that she and her love had visited together so many times before and saw no trace of him. She called out to him with her heart and for the first time since they had begun their lives together she felt no reply. As the night grew colder and she continued to wander in search of her love she suddenly felt a warmth flowing through her veins. It was a warmth she had experienced many times before; it was the warmth she felt every time she used her gifts to weave her stories and share them with her herd. Muriel felt the warmth guiding her, and she followed its unseen hand through the bush until she came upon a hidden and flowing river. She approached the river as the warmth filled her and completed her and she breathed a sigh of relief knowing her herd would be safe now that water had been found. / Her sigh of relief was temporary, as she had still not found her love. Muriel walked for a distance down the edge of the river, still clinging to a rapidly fading glimmer of hope. She continued, calling out to her love with her heart and having the unfamiliar experience of feeling no reply. She rounded a corner and saw a figure in the moonlight. As she neared the figure, her world suddenly and unexpectedly fell out from underneath her. She gazed at the figure, stunned, seeing what she had known was true in her heart long before. It was the motionless body of her love. / Muriel laid down next to her love and she cried deep tears of an incredible and overwhelming sadness. She cried these tears into the river that her love had found and to which his gift had guided her. As she cried for the loss of her greatest gift she felt her other gifts leave her. She watched helplessly as her memories slipped away. Her heart, losing its own inspiration, lost its gifts with words, and her own ability to inspire fell into the river. / While she cried she determined she would compose one last story. It was the story of her love, of how his gift had led him to the water, of how this pursuit had led him to be shot down by hunters. It was the story of how their love had transcended death so that she would find him and so the herd would be safe. It was a story of wisdom and a story of sacrifice and hardship but ultimately, it was a story of profound and deep love. / As Muriel was too weak to return to her herd, she called out to them. It wasn’t an audible call, but rather it was the same call that her love had sent to her: one that was deep and from the heart. Because the elephants knew her heart from her stories, and had felt her calling them night after night, they felt her immediately and began the trek to be by her side. / When they arrived, Muriel proudly told the story of her love. As she slipped away to join him she finished her story by asking her herd to drink from the river, which they reluctantly did. As they drank from the river, each member of the herd felt a warmth fill them as her gifts of words and of memory that she had shed with her tears flowed into each of them. Though they felt a sadness as they bade their storyteller and dowser goodbye, the herd also felt a sense of oneness and of peace that they had never before experienced. / Over the next few days the herd attempted, with sadness, to choose a new chief storyteller to etch memories in their hearts and minds and to inspire them for each new day. As they tried to choose, however, they realized with great surprise that they no longer needed a storyteller, as each elephant had taken Muriel’s gifts and was now a storyteller in his own right. But they soon realized that what she had given them was even greater than a herd of storytellers. As it is widely known amongst elephants that all storytellers must have a great love, the true meaning of her gift became apparent: Muriel had given them all the gift of true love. ECGardner
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sales of this calendar? – 1 sale si far – thank you! / / (above is the rear view of calendar) this is a collection that was hand chosen by a member of red bubble and a friend of mine, i hope you like Cover Image The Golden Elephant Jan Kokeshi / Feb Antique Kisses / Mar Beachcombers / Apr Topiary Teapot / May Moon Guitar / Jun There’s an Elephant in my Garden / Jul The Peacock Empress / Aug Affirmation / Sep Tiny and Isabella / Oct Sweethearts / Nov The Littlest Elephant / Dec Sunday
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