Sometimes the Whales get it wrong / -Satire on a serious issue. . . Color Pencil on Watercolor Paper 16 X 16 inches / 41 X 41 cm Original : / Sold / contact my Agents at Gallery 112 / .....................................................................................
whale loses
octopus wins!
A good look at the general “Who cares, let’s party” attitude towards the Earth’s overall plight. . . Pen & Ink and Color Pencil and Photoshopped Globe
My body is crushed into thousands of pieces fallen to the ground by one single obtruding word, a tear appears from out of m…
My body is crushed into thousands of pieces fallen to the ground by one single obtruding word, a tear appears from out of my eye as it slowly makes it’s way down my left cheek, i’m hurt and i’m mad and I want to do something about it so I ask myself should I release my emotions in terms of kicking his ass or should I walk away to make the right choice, I take my delicate sensitive hand to wipe my tear before it nearly reaches my soft lips. I move my feet in a different direction and he is now no where in sight, as I continue to walk , a wet streak lies across my face, a streak of power, a streak that symbolizes that I ignored what was said and walked away with high standards. Many people have told me in different situations that I am much more mature and better to degredate my reputation, and from that I think, I think and I think as the pieces once crushed now come back together, my confidence has took it’s place, I tighten my grip and stand tall, “I’m going to target this discrimination and diminish it as much as I can, With my avocations as well as my motivations nothing will stand in my way. -Hal Martin /
We need them yes, yet are them / We want, yet give ourselves / Their names we all know well / And will forever more
A Poem dedicated to my friend Casey Ruble and written for her in time of trials
Taken during a fire in Big Spring, Tx as the Helicopter was reloading with water from our park lake.
does fighting ever really get you anywhere this pic was influenced by the warrior’s of ancient years and is a feeling of the lost spirits of where our fore fathers blood would fall on the earth.
This was done in response to the global food crisis…it was made with the intention of being the poster i held at a marcha gainst hunger, but it developed into a mini project… it’s pretty basic, i’m not advanced yet but i like it
An idea. pencil drawing colored in photoshop.
Fort Amherst is located at the entrance of St. John’s Harbor opposite Signal Hill across the Narrows’. The Fort was built in the 1770’s to defend the entrance of the Narrows’. Gun placements were used at The Fort during WWII to protect the harbor from German U-boats. The ruins seen below the lighthouse are all that are left now of the fort. In 1813 a lighthouse was built at Fort Amherst and was to be the first permanent lighthouse established in Newfoundland. It operated until 1835 but was then replaced by a new structure in 1852, which was demolished in the early 1950’s to make way for the new lighthouse which is seen today. / / From the Northern tip of Labrador down to the eastern coast of Newfoundland, the sea that pounds and caresses these shores is nicknamed Iceberg Alley. Bergs born 10,000 years ago on the Greenland icecap dance along the coast and far out to sea, propelled unpredictably by wind and tide, tumbling, twirling, and breaking into fantastic shapes before melting in the warm waters of the gulf stream. / / An iceberg’s journey down Iceberg Alley begins once it breaks off from the edges of Greenland’s glaciers. Dropping into the ocean, it is gripped by the Labrador Current and carried through the dark ocean along the coasts of Newfoundland and Labrador. In the past, during certain times of the year, the alley has been thick with the largest and most beautiful icebergs found anywhere in the world. They glide majestically along, alone or in groups, obscuring the horizon with their tall, jagged silhouettes. / / Visit my website On The Rock Photography / / More in this series / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / Visit my website On The Rock Photography
Doesn’t anyone else / on this / WRETCHED PLANET / want to be / (MIS) understood
how can we feel so alone even when we aren’t…
Just a shot up near Jamieson, A1 Mine Settlment inVic.
This is my gift, / It doesn’t seem much. / Weary and broken, / But say to it “hush”.
I wrote this poem after a huge arguement with my girlfriend. I hate fighting
I fight for not one that I know / Each time is a man of his own.
He begs for one more drink, and with each I lose him.
The fare gripped by a sweaty palm; / The wages held by the crave of the drink.
She awaits that bus, as her husband drinks away the money and he drives drunk and kills her.
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You can stop rubbing your eyes now… it really is one of my shots! This giant robot is actually an old image of a kiddies fairground ride at Miyazawako in Japan, shot from a low angle into the sun for dramatic effect. Today I dug it out and spent about 3 hours post processing it,- magic erasers, patching & cloning, HDR, Orton, various gradient fills, tweaks to saturation, contrast, brightness & opacity… WHY???... because the trees and other fairground rides in the background were really annoying AND I thought it was about time I taught myself how to do more than just add borders in Photoshop.
“How’d you do that?” Jimmy asked as he walked back over to me. / “Why should I tell you?” I wasn’t about to give my secrets away to someon…
Jimmy gets himself in trouble at school
A lot of the lowland valleys of the Smokies were settled in the 1800’s by Scot-Irish, Germans, and English immigrants. They new how to survive off what the land gave them. They cleared trees, raised crops, and hunted for their meat. Many built simple single pen cabins like John Owenby’s. When the national park was created the forest was allowed to reclaim the land. Fields were overgrown as well as roadbeds. Cabins were allowed to decay or dismantled. Some were kept like John Ownby’s log cabin it can be found along the Fighting Creek Trail. This building has been rehabilitated by the National Park Service, preserving original building materials, as it is the last remaining log building in the Sugarlands area. The logs are from tuliptree and white pine. The clay mortar for the chimney came from the banks of the near by spring
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The USA is in His Hands…
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