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Here’s one of the annoying Internet errors.
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“lost and found” designed by indie artist Eric Murphy of sadmachine.com Copyright 2003.
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We came down a dusty dirt road….sometimes there are things that I just have to photograph.
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Today I found A Butterfly…. / So Lovely and so free….. / With wings that soared and took it to / the place it longed to be….............. / Moving forward it never stopped and took its place on high / to soar in dreams so magically / to spread those wings and fly…........ I thought of you and how so fast / you’ve touched my heart and soul / how you’ve dreamed dreams the same as mine / what could this future hold? I knew at once that as I saw this creature flying free…. / these dreams you held, both you and I…. / Would one day set us free….................... / ©2008 BMoore
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Graffiti, SoHo, NYC. The original photograph has been subjected to digital repixelation which has greatly advanced its presence. Click once on image to enlarge. / / / /
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“Masterpiece” A simple touch of your hand, / And everything is right. / The gentle way you look at me, / When we kiss goodnight. / You’ve given me the / freedom no other love / has known / And now I thank you / thank you The countless ways you’ve / touched my heart / Is more than I can say / The beauty that you’ve shown to me / takes my breath away / A picture perfect / painting, that’s what / our love is / And yes I need you so, / and now I know ooooh / I’ve found a masterpiece in you / a work of art it’s true / And I treasure you my love / ooooh / I’ve found a masterpiece in you a work of art it’s true / And I treasure you Sometimes I wonder what I’d be / Had I not found you / A lost and lonely soul this world / could show me nothing new But now my life’s a canvas / painted with your love / And it will always be / And now I see The gentle walks together / Through time will never pass / This fairy tale we shared / is real inside our hearts / let it be forever / never let it end / this promise I can make / Heaven is ours to take When I’m lost and insecure / you build me up and make me sure / that everything will be alright / My love (This fairy tale we’re sharing / is real inside our hearts / Let it be forever / never let it end) As Recorded By: Atlantic Starr
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After leaving the hospital this morning I went to the park in Sayre, PA on 08/26/2008. I lure this squirrel in my range of the camera with some peanuts. It took almost a whole bag to get him down from the top of the oak tree. LOL / /
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Fractal,fractal explorer,edit, photoshop 7. Raw creativity Let the underground, be the overground / Lets the masses see the light Love yourself / So that you may love others Peace love light Paul / Bringer of visions
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Poor girl! What exactly had she lost? Whatever it was had obsessed her to the extent that in the end she was reduced to almost wraith like appearance and was weak and crawling, naked, by the time it was finally found. By purposely placing her back at the extreme edge of the board I leave an area where healing forces can flow into her; thus replenishing her strength and vigour. ( I use this technique a lot, as my figures are living to me, and I want them to survive: It annoys the hell out of picture framers ). I painted the underpainting very wet, and then added the finished drawing of the figure using an almost dry brush, giving a charcoal-like effect. The painting is one of my favourites, and I was quite sorry to see it go. Thanks for looking and attempting to understand.
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Charcoal on Charcoal paper / 9”12” Old people collect funny things…
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Canon 40D 400 mm lens
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Thought I would try one more of my lost Pasha images. I was always told to svae the best for last and here it is. I returned to the main part of the beach when a helicopter arrived on the scene and started to circle the ship. I waited and waited to catch the ship, a huge wave crashing and the helicopter in one. I almost gave up when oportuninty struck. / When my hard drive crashed last year and I lost 100’s of images and I thought this was among them. (I have learnt the lesson of backing up). I was happy to rediscover the image and I hope you like it as well. / This image was taken with a Nikon D70.
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Featured in the group The Beauty of Nature in August 2009 / Featured in the group JPG Cast-Offs in April 2009 One of the greatest attractions of this park called El Gallineral which is an incredible 4 acres of nature at its finest, is the Musgo which hangs from the trees. This park is situated along the Fonce River in San Gil, Santander, Colombia, South America. The unique climate allows this type of moss (which is not harmful but symbiotic in relationship with the trees) to grow on the branches. It is interesting to note that these long tendrils of moss grow at a length of 2.5 cms per year. So it is not difficult to tell that these are quite old! / Camera Make – Sony / Model – DSC-H5 / Flash Used – No / Focal Length – 6 mm / Exposure Time – 1/160 sec / Aperture – f/4 / ISO Equivalent – 80 / Photoshop CS2 used to remove shadows and intensify color to bring out the detail of the tree.
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Lurking in the rainforest for this candid, Thornton Beach at Cape Tribulation, far North Queensland. Canon EOS 50D / Canon 28-135mm lens Thank you for looking.
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This is a digital poem I composed using torn newspaper, black and white acrylic paint, photographs, and photo manipulation. The background music is Liam O’Flynn’s composition, The Rolling Wave.
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When I Found Out My Father Was Mortal Its 3:05 in the morning, I found myself staring at the shell that was once my father. With the smell of death all-around me I pondered what cards are dealt to us in the game of life. / I believe most people never think of their parents growing older and some day passing on. I know, I was that way about my father. We think of our parents as being strong an invincible that nothing will ever happen to them, but all too soon we find out how wrong we were. My father was the smartest, strongest, and bravest person I have ever known. Although he only had a 7th grade education, he could give you the answer to a math problem faster than anyone that I know. / He told me funny stories about when he was in the Navy CB’s during World War II, but later in my life my mother informed me about the terrible things that he had endured. He was a strict father, but he taught me to be thankful for what I had, and how to treat other people with respect. Even though he was strict, he had never spanked me when I did something wrong. I think that stems back to when he was a kid and his father would tie him to a bed post and beat him with a razor strap, that too I found out in later years. I knew when I had pushed him to his limit by his bald head getting beet red, so that was my warning I had better straighten my act up. I treated him with the utmost respect; he was always proud that I never cussed. Little did he know that I did sometimes, but even after I got older I still had the respect not to do it in front of him. / As I was remembering about some of those events, I found myself standing by a bed at a Hospice hospital staring at my father, a man I had so much admiration for. He was on his last journey and I couldn’t accept it I felt so helpless. As I looked on the man that was once superman immortal, but now was very mortal. I thought “why is this happening?” , “he didn’t deserve to go like this.” / I had been by his beside for four days and nights, watching death slowly take over his body and soul. On the last day the nurse got me off to the side and reminded me that the last thing to go on a patient’s body was their hearing. Then she commenced to say, “your father is very strong willed”, something I already knew. She said that his time to end had come but he was fighting it, so I would have to tell him that it was alright to pass on. It was like somebody had hit me in the face with a hammer, how in the world could I do that? But as I sat there that evening, I knew all too good and well, the nurse was right about what I had to do. So taking a deep breath and trying to contain my emotions, I began to tell this dearest man I have ever known, how proud that I had been of him, and that he and my mother, who passed on years before, had done the best job any parent could do at raising a child. Then I told him how lucky I was to have had him as my father, but now his job here on earth was over and it was time to start his new journey. Even though he was unable to communicate, as I finished talking I noticed a tear running so slowly down his cheek. I spent the rest of the evening reading verses out of the Bible to him until I fell asleep. / Around 3:00 in the morning the nurse woke me and said that it was time, he was getting ready to pass on, so as this man that gave me life and was everything in the world to me, took his last breath, I leaned down to his ear and told him how much I loved him, and I thought to myself how lucky we were to have known him and that morning a mortal man again became immortal, in my heart. / / Charles L. Fridel born July 1913 passed Oct. 1993 / Written by Larry Fridel Featured / The World As We See It Group 10/18/09 This is for a challenge for writting at The Day I Cried The Picture / My Mother (who passed in 1968) my Father (who passed in 1993) and myself. Image & writting copyright © 2009, Larry Fridel. Copying and displaying or redistribution of this image without permission from the artist is strictly prohibited.
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Snail coming out to say hello….eventualy! lol!! Rocky shoreline of a small beach on Georgian Bay, Meaford Ontario Canada
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Your still breathing aren’t you? / . / / . / / Oil clay & found objects 09’
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This piece is about my innocence being shredded and torn apart due to my ignorance and being too trusting of certain individuals in my life who had no regard for my sweet loving nature and soul. It was too late when I figured it out; the damage had been done. I’ll never fully recover. Collage on base of layers and layers of old book pages. Torn printed tissue papers crinkled and wrinkled over the book pages then various ephemera and “found text”, hand-cut and adhered to the piece. Here’s how it looks at it’s largest print size, matted and framed:
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Washed up tiles and glass stopper found on the beach in Trapani, Sicily (Italy). Camera: Canon 450D, 17-85mm lens
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