Fathom
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Years ago when I was just drifting on a board in the ocean off Malibu, California I heard a wave, turned and saw a 12 footer breaking over me. The next thing I think I saw was this spinning by as I stuggled to survive my mistake.
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Conceived as a book illustration, to accompany the Shakespeare poem (The Tempest)
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Fathom This
by judithtaylorFathom this on your way to heaven / A girl was made a woman / At seven
Poem
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This is a large work in the mapping satelite series and the first one I did. It was so exciting when I saw what I could achieve with the encaustic wax and acrylic paints.
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gone.
by Byron Gates Jrand i miss you…
...and what are the words one uses to describe a compilation?, works from my entire life?, fifty years of carrying around a yellow pad?, fifty years of writing and rewriting, changing the words, as their meanings change for me? These pieces are extracted from my book of prose, “50 truths and 50 lies, the first 50 years.” Available From: http://www.cafepress.com/byrongates.26516064
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great life.
by Byron Gates Jrit’s a great life…
...and what are the words one uses to describe a compilation?, works from my entire life?, fifty years of carrying around a yellow pad?, fifty years of writing and rewriting, changing the words, as their meanings change for me? These pieces are extracted from my book of prose, “50 truths and 50 lies, the first 50 years.” Available From: http://www.cafepress.com/byrongates.26516064
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i age.
by Byron Gates Jrand my opinions mean less…
...and what are the words one uses to describe a compilation?, works from my entire life?, fifty years of carrying around a yellow pad?, fifty years of writing and rewriting, changing the words, as their meanings change for me? These pieces are extracted from my book of prose, “50 truths and 50 lies, the first 50 years.” Available Here
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listen.
by Byron Gates Jri have yet to have someone listen to me…
...and what are the words one uses to describe a compilation?, works from my entire life?, fifty years of carrying around a yellow pad?, fifty years of writing and rewriting, changing the words, as their meanings change for me? These pieces are extracted from my book of prose, “50 truths and 50 lies, the first 50 years.” Available From: http://www.cafepress.com/byrongates.26516064
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acrylic on canvas board, 17 inches by 11 inches, by Fippypopulosa.
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time never began.
by Byron Gates Jrbeyond any vision we can imagine…
...and what are the words one uses to describe a compilation?, works from my entire life?, fifty years of carrying around a yellow pad?, fifty years of writing and rewriting, changing the words, as their meanings change for me? Constructive criticism regarding any of my work, always welcomed, appreciated and read with an open heart. / Personal eMail These pieces are extracted from my book of prose, “50 truths and 50 lies, the first 50 years.” Available Here
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twist.
by Byron Gates Jrthat simple dynamic that we all seek so desperately…
...and what are the words one uses to describe a compilation?, works from my entire life?, fifty years of carrying around a yellow pad?, fifty years of writing and rewriting, changing the words, as their meanings change for me? Constructive criticism regarding any of my work, always welcomed, appreciated and read with an open heart. / Personal eMail These pieces are extracted from my book of prose, “50 truths and 50 lies, the first 50 years.” Available Here
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and it hurts.
by Byron Gates Jrwhen ill-tempered and unrehearsed words wound others…
...and what are the words one uses to describe a compilation?, works from my entire life?, fifty years of carrying around a yellow pad?, fifty years of writing and rewriting, changing the words, as their meanings change for me? Constructive criticism regarding any of my work, always welcomed, appreciated and read with an open heart. / Personal eMail These pieces are extracted from my book of prose, “50 truths and 50 lies, the first 50 years.” Available Here
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silence.
by Byron Gates Jrbut most of all i love the silence in life…
...and what are the words one uses to describe a compilation?, works from my entire life?, fifty years of carrying around a yellow pad?, fifty years of writing and rewriting, changing the words, as their meanings change for me? Constructive criticism regarding any of my work, always welcomed, appreciated and read with an open heart. / Personal eMail These pieces are extracted from my book of prose, “50 truths and 50 lies, the first 50 years.” Available Here
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sneaking up on 60.
by Byron Gates Jrand friends and lovers who were by no means real…
...and what are the words one uses to describe a compilation?, works from my entire life?, fifty years of carrying around a yellow pad?, fifty years of writing and rewriting, changing the words, as their meanings change for me? Constructive criticism regarding any of my work, always welcomed, appreciated and read with an open heart. / Personal eMail These pieces are extracted from my book of prose, “50 truths and 50 lies, the first 50 years.” Available Here
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you.
by Byron Gates Jrhidden away in my heart ever so close…
...and what are the words one uses to describe a compilation?, works from my entire life?, fifty years of carrying around a yellow pad?, fifty years of writing and rewriting, changing the words, as their meanings change for me? These pieces are extracted from my book of prose, “50 truths and 50 lies, the first 50 years.” Available Here
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On the world of Crystal in a newly discovered “Young Galaxy”, the seas of this planet are so new that life as not at this point established itself. A group of Xenologists from Earth hope to introduce life from that planet into the seas of Crystal. / As can be seen the clarity of the water is mostly due to the lack of micro-organisms. The research station seen here is at the 50 fathom level.
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©2007-2008 Aimee Stewart, Foxfires – please see my CC Terms of Use before considering using this image for any personal or commercial use http://foxfires.deviantart.com/journal/6266450/ / (Please do not repost this on Photobucket or Flickr!) / —-—-—-—-——- I sat upon a promontory, / And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin’s back, / Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, / That the rude sea grew civil at her song; / And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, / To hear the sea-maid’s music. / – William Shakespeare (This was something I uploaded previously – but had not added it for sale. Now it is! Thanks all!)
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Wedding collage
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The historic white, limestone lighthouse on the tip of Cove Island, guarding the treacherous passage between Lake Huron and Georgian Bay. The island is part of Fathom Five National Marine Park in Ontario, Canada.
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No one can even begin to fathom the grief of a mothers’ loss / No one will scrape the surface of her grief in their attempts regardless of the cost / It becomes so frustrating and hard to understand / Though, through all the sorrow I’m thankful for a helping hand / Kind words feels’ like droplets deposited in a bottomless pit / You don’t want to do anything, so you gaze in a trance while you sit / Despite all of this you still feel the heartwarming words and attempts / But how can one find comfort, when their soul wont’ allow them to vent? / All the prayers are like a blanket of protection and compassion enveloping my very soul / So when the realization of his death succumbs me, I don’t’ feel as weak and cold / When I feel so captivated by sorrow and totally lost / I know the step I must take; it just feels I can’t bare the cost / My heart has been gouged and ripped wide open like a gaping wound / That follows me wherever I go to darken any room / When shall the healing take its course through this dismal phase? / My heart cries out and wants to know, will it be all my remaining days? / Everywhere I go, I’m reminded of my unexpected and grievous state / Is there a healing to come for this gaping hole in my heart, or is it now too late? / Everything has drastically changed, my body and soul has been rearranged / The tears have slowed but the pain is the same / Through all that I see, and at the mention of his name / The longer a child is alive, the more it hurts to let them go / It is a journey I pray no other mother has to walk down its road / There are many prayers going before God day and night / To comfort me in my timely struggles, and help you bare its flight / Rest assure and be it known, I truly am thankful for friends like you / There is no need for mention of names, you know if you helped me get through / I rest this pen till once again I face these dreaded thoughts / Of a mother in anguish for the loss of her child, that time too soon has caught Written and Composed By: / Nancy Whitmore-Shields / Copyright © 2008
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A MOTHERS GREATEST LOVE
by Nancy ShieldsNo one can even begin to fathom the grief of a mothers’ loss / No one will scrape the surface of her grief in their attempts regardless of…
Nothing is quite as dear and sweet as the flesh of your flesh. The loss is just as devastating. Can you remember how soft and sweet your child’s newborn flesh felt, and for those who have not, a niece or a nephew’s? Those are unforgettable moments to be treasured forever. The flesh you felt so precious and soft, maturing slowly with age is the same as when you first touched him or her. Cherish your opportunities; don’t deny you or your children of good memories from the past. Nancy
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Near Tallangatta Lake Hume.. / / 40d canon / HDR -1 0 +1 f16 Photmatix
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oil on heavy board / 11×24
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