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Some birds worship the sun.
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I can’t help but wonder how all those marbles found their way into my head. Chinese checkers anyone?
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This picture is about how I felt about finding myself in a place that defys discription. The play of light on this icy little island is contextulized by the tiny ship’s antennae barely visible in the front of the image. Shot with b/w infrared film with a very battered old SLR in a part of the world that seemed to shape shift around me. I could never really find the words to explain what happened to me emotionally when I was faced with such terrifyingly sublime sights. Words are just not adequate to the task of representing what became a search for the faces of the gods I could sense just out of view. Images like this start to come close to that desire. So this picture then is really about the search for the path that will take me home. To the place I want to be in …. in the light…. taking me home….
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The next in my mini series “Taking me Home. Another b/w infrared photo taken on my recent trip to somewhere deep inside of myself. A journey is not always just a trip away. Sometimes a journey is the path that we must take to find something within ourselves in order that we can grow as souls while on a pilgrimage back to our hearts. Sometimes in order to grow and reach our full potential we need to put ourselves into difficult situations so that we can find the truth at the centre of our very beings. This is often very difficult to do or even to acknowledge as it means allowing ourselves to be taken to the outer limits of our potential, and sometimes risking ridicule and not only that. Sometimes it means risking ecstasty and real self knowledge. In order to come to self knowledge we sometimes need to put aside sensation and come to a place of real feeling. Contemporary culture discourages us from venturing in to these tricky realms. We are supposed to consume extreme experiences, but not to live them. We are bombarded with messages that encourage us to lose our truth in idle sensation in order to supress and dull our real feelings. And so our experiences become synthetic and not really satisfactory. But we can take another path…. if we so choose. This image is then a metaphor for leaving on a journey of self realization. If I leave the shore then can I be sure that I will know myself as a result? No I can’t be sure but I know I need to try. If I can be sure of only one thing as an artist then that is I need to risk the annihilation of all ego and expectation of any reward in order to achieve the mysterious and profound that makes my art powerful. This image of a ship so still berthed in this calm harbour is also then me saying to myself …. I am sure that my ship will come in and that when it does it will take me to a place of light/enlightenment. Nothing else will sufice or I can not in truth call myself an artist.
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This is an illustration drawn by hand in ink and then enhanced digitally. Please visit me at http://www.laurageorge.etsy.com to see more of my work. Thanks for checking it out! love, laura
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Need Your T-Shirt Personalised? Bubblemail or email me your name and I’ll create and upload ASAP. Do you want professional photographer t-shirt customised? / All artwork is copyright© to Stephen Mitchell / All Rights Reserved. / You may not use, replicate, manipulate, redistribute, or modify my photography, writing, and artwork without my express consent.
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This picture is included in the BIRDS!!!! One day at the zoo I found this pelican hiding behind some bushes while all the others were in their “swimming pool”....lol.
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other images in this octopus series
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“You will seek me and find me when you / seek me with all your heart.” Jeremiah 29:13 / All profit from sales goes to Feed The Children Congratulations on your feature in The Picture of Scriptures Marie
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As requested by some of my fellow Bubblers, I have made a version for Dark clothes. This version can also be worn on light colours.
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My Tiffany hiding behind all the Teddy bears
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Jervis Bay, NSW, Australia / Not altered All images and writing are copyrighted © Samantha Goode and may not be used wholly or in part without the prior written permission by email, including copying, duplicating, manipulating, printing, publishing (even on a web site), reproducing, storing, or transmitting by any means.
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“Bet You Can’t Find Me” thought he was out of sight in my garden. So I took his picture to show him in Veneta, Oregon on Oct.24, 2008.
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Beyond the paint chips / the splinters / the warn away corners / Beyond the ivy / that burrows / into deep crevasses You will find me / Waiting Exposed My sweetheart and I found this on a day trip to downtown Omaha, Nebraska. It was in a salvage yard waiting for someone to take it home. I wish that someone was me! / Kradam wrote a wonderful poem inspired by this photograph. / Read Portal to My Soul You’ll enjoy it! Canon PowerShot G6
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Photo taken along the walkway at Moonstone Beach, Cambria, CA after the sun set. FEATURED IN Out of the Past…with thanks to the hosts!! FEATURED IN Everyday Women ~ sincere thanks to the hosts and members. Inspired by poetry: Donal Óg / by Isabella Augusta, Lady Gregory Translated from an anonymous eighth-century Irish poem It is late last night the dog was speaking of you; / the snipe was speaking of you in her deep marsh. / It is you are the lonely bird through the woods; / and that you may be without a mate until you find me. You promised me, and you said a lie to me, / that you would be before me where the sheep are flocked; / I gave a whistle and three hundred cries to you, / and I found nothing there but a bleating lamb. You promised me a thing that was hard for you, / a ship of gold under a silver mast; / twelve towns with a market in all of them, / and a fine white court by the side of the sea. You promised me a thing that is not possible, / that you would give me gloves of the skin of a fish; / that you would give me shoes of the skin of a bird; / and a suit of the dearest silk in Ireland. When I go by myself to the Well of Loneliness, / I sit down and I go through my trouble; / when I see the world and do not see my boy, / he that has an amber shade in his hair. It was on that Sunday I gave my love to you; / the Sunday that is last before Easter Sunday. / And myself on my knees reading the Passion; / and my two eyes giving love to you for ever. My mother said to me not to be talking with you today, / or tomorrow, or on the Sunday; / it was a bad time she took for telling me that; / it was shutting the door after the house was robbed. My heart is as black as the blackness of the sloe, / or as the black coal that is on the smith’s forge; / or as the sole of a shoe left in white halls; / it was you that put that darkness over my life. You have taken the east from me; you have taken the west from me; / you have taken what is before me and what is behind me; / you have taken the moon, you have taken the sun from me; / and my fear is great that you have taken God from me!
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experiment with long exposure time / taken at silver sands beach near Mandurah / nikon d80 / sigma 10-20 / 190sec @ f13, ISO 100 wavering above dreams and floating down the steps of time / into memories that were held / like the long slow breaths of the son of zeus / your waters lapped at the edge of an ocean / the colour faded away / and i heard the distant sounds of a voice i once knew in your ocean we swam / deep and flowing amongst the fathoms / surfacing in the bubbles, the void dropping away deep below / this remains untouchable / you’re untouchable yet with magnetism / i feel our worlds getting closer you sang a song, perseus find me / i’m lost, let your ocean find me your thoughts become a future that we all know can happen / as the seconds count away / i feel the music of thought reflected through me / reaching out with sonar / feeling your way in the lull of tide i roll over on my side again to put my arm around you / yet you are gone / the sound of waves crashing in the night / is all there is to bring me close to you now / the energy comes again encircling / and pulls me away to the otherworlds you sang a song, perseus find me / i’m lost, let your heart find me i’m floating yet i can see with my eyes closed / the mirror of the ocean is as solid as glass / reality plays its funny games with me / the disparity between worlds makes my heart turn inside out / do you want your dreams dangling on the end of a chain just out of reach / or your life being held under while you struggle for air to breathe / these worlds meld into blurred emotions / fluid fills my lungs / yet i continue to breathe come again, come and reach for me / let your ocean find me
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if you could choose to see / only the things you wanted to see, / would you see me? / jen cannella / . /
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Englewood, Florida August 30, 2009 Nikon D60, cp, np2, raw / Find me under an umbrella. / Second in Which way October 3, 2009
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. o9.13.2oo9 / pencil in sketchbook / 5.5”x 7” (open) .
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Alexies hidding in the back room-shes peeking out the door / to see if Im comming to find her… / Of course Im waiting there with the camera! shot almost a year ago(2years old)
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