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Here is the image following ‘Red Ribbon’. My little girl worked out how to open the heavy back gate and thought she could escape into the big park at the back of our new house. I decided to add this image to satisfy the curiosity of everyone who wanted to know what she saw through the hole in the gate!
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YAY!! finally finished the 9th installment of LookOut from pingpong. / Now I can pass it on to FireRabbit. Phew. Just a seemingly calm and peacefull scene in this one =) Check out the rest of LookOut series here . or shortcuts here: 1. Lookout!: Search 2. Lookout!: Mystery 3. Lookout!: Reach 4. Lookout!: Evil Emerges 5. Lookout!: Battlefield 6. Lookout!: Not Over Yet 7. Lookout!: Beyond the Gate 8. Lookout!: Is the battle over? 9. Lookout!: Greetings! Friend or foe 10. Lookout!: Currently peaceful, will it last? 11. Lookout!: Fallen Flight
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Every now and then I like to “step outside” my boundary of usual subject matter and do something really different. This is one of those images. Captured outside the town of Central City, Colorado, I happened by this scene by luck, along with the other 2 cemeteries close by it. Long closed, these are the real deal “wild west’ cemeteries, long forgotten, long not seen. Looking like a scene out of the movie “Pale Rider”.....I had to photograph it. The ruts in the ground were still visible from where the old wagons used to carry the bodies up from the town. Quite an amazing place…. / Thoughts welcomed! —-John —-—-—-—-—-—-— / More of my work can be seen on my website at http://jdebordphoto.com / All artwork is © John De Bord, All Rights Reserved. You may not use, replicate, manipulate, redistribute, or modify this image without my express consent.
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I originally intended this shot to be a picture of my son holding onto these balloons and taking off, floating into up into the sky … a fantasy, sotybook sort of image. However, my daughter immediately grabbed these balloons from him and started running off. So, as it turned out this eded up having a more realistic look than the one I originally intended, but I thought it turned out pretty cute with the desaturated colors throughout, except for the colorful balloons.
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Don’t we wish at the end of our life ,standing in front of the gloden gate door to stop running,fighting ,having pain ,struggled for life and just follow that beautiful path and disapear in that quiet light . /
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Images from Australia / Architecture / Images from Japan / Sunsets / Water Scenes
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7th installment of the pingpong collab. Check out all previous versions here or shortcuts here: 1. Lookout!: Search 2. Lookout!: Mystery 3. Lookout!: Reach 4. Lookout!: Evil Emerges 5. Lookout!: Battlefield 6. Lookout!: Not Over Yet 7. Lookout!: Beyond the Gate 8. Lookout!: Is the battle over? 9. Lookout!: Greetings! Friend or foe 10. Lookout!: Currently peaceful, will it last? 11. Lookout!: Fallen Flight
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I used 5 of my photographs to create this image. I used both photoshop elements and Corel X3 for effects and freehand digital painting.
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I took this shot from the Windsor turf farms today while following a storm which hit about 5 minutes later.. It is an HDR shot and I think HDR was the right choice as it shows details in both the sky and landscape.. / I have always wanted to try and get a storm shot while down at the turf farms because the scene just looks so typically australian to me.. / I decided to include the gate to break up the scene a bit and add something more to view than just turf and the sky.. / Anyway as usual all comments and/or thoughts are welcome.. / Thanks for having a look! Best Viewed LARGE! Uploaded on 12/02/2008
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Images copyright ©Kimberly Palmer– 2008. / Copying, displaying, manipulating or redistribution of any image from this portfolio without permission from the artist is strictly prohibited / _ / / ! SOLD FAVES Some Prints available here: / FROGGYS
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San Francisco Serious buyers: this is available as a 10×10” signed/numbered print (limited series of 49).
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The entrance to our local graveyard, taken a couple of days ago when we had thick freezing fog, it was very eerie in here.
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The Gatecon “Stargate” logo set against a constellation background from the Hubble Telescope. Hubble image used in accordance with the Hubble public domain usage terms (http://hubblesite.org/copyright/)
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This is a collaboration between myself and Empress for WitheringMoons’ competition Secret Place I want to thank Kate for accepting the challenge of writing a new piece and to congratulate her on such a wonderful result, Dear Diary all written in a day! I only put her up to the challenge less than a day ago.. time zones mean nothing! Thanks also to WitheringMoon for such an inspiring Competition. Anyway, enough of me, over to Kate… Dear Diary Angel crouches atop the pillar, still as the monument she mimics. A sigh escapes her lips and her wings furl in a dark embrace as soft footfalls dance closer. ‘Sapphira. Don’t.’ Partway between the light and the dark, Sapphira spins. She’s a lily of a woman, a shining young thing with pearls and baby’s breath crowning ebony ringlets that spill down to tickle the book she holds. Her fingers tighten, clutching the volume close to her heart. ‘Once it’s gone, it’s dust and there’s no getting it back.’ Angel lands lightly on the Lane, boots soundless on the lush grass. ‘Not even a legendary love.’ / Sapphire stands proud, her shoulder back, steel infusing her spine. ‘I can. I will.’ / ‘No. I’m sorry, Sapphira.’ Angel’s regret is genuine and it colours her voice in shades of mauve. ‘I’m probably one of the few who knows that Lovers Lane is really a corruption of Lover Slain, and one of even less who knows who’s buried beneath out feet. And who you really are.’ ‘Congratulations.’ Sapphira’s smile is brief, a momentary quirk of plum-dark lips that fails to reach her midnight eyes. / ‘I know all that.’ Angel steps closer. ‘But I don’t know how you found the book.’ / Sapphira’s pale hand caresses the book which seems to arch into the stroke like a cat. ‘It found me. Eventually. It is my diary, after all.’ / ‘Ah, yes. A record of a young woman’s hopes and dreams, her wishes and secrets.’ / ‘Don’t forget potential blackmail material.’ / Angel folds her arms and nods thoughtfully. ‘Which is rather why I thought it was burnt with all your other belongings.’ / ‘Like heroes, books never die. They just go elsewhere.’ / ‘Have we covered the banter and cryptic taunts yet? Or are you done?’ / Sapphira glances up at the quarter moon riding low in the sky above Siren’s Gate. The pure light illuminates her face and her resolve. ‘I’m done. Done with waiting and for conditions to be met. I have the key to unlock Destiny’s Door and there is nothing left for me to lose.’ / Angel hums skeptically. ‘That’s what they all say until they’re proved wrong. Usually in some horribly messy fashion guaranteed to stain the brickwork.’ / ‘It doesn’t matter.’ Sapphira flicks the latch apart and skims through pages. The gold talisman ring on her left hand winks. / ‘It does if you have to clean up the mess,’ Angel points out. / Sapphira slices a sharp fingernail across her palm, cups her hand as the blood wells. A delicate frown distorts her brow. ‘The turning of the year, midway between Above and Below, between Before and After…’ / Angel wrinkles her nose as mists coalesce. For a popular nightspot Lovers Lane is lonely tonight, rife with aversions and small mercies. The mists cloud the boundaries, hiding the buildings, muffling the streetlights… and shifting the Lane to another plane. / Straight as a stiletto, green as a fairway, the Lovers Lane becomes the entire world. Mists hem its edges and frame the endpoints. Even mists don’t dare occlude the Deco Dinner or the gothic slendour of the Fata Morgana Tea Palace although they can reduce them to ghosts. / Sapphira shivers and the ruby liquid in the cup of her hand threatens to spill. ‘Almost.’ / ‘Hallow ground. Interesting.’ Angel’s wings retain the full rich colours of midnight, impervious to the half-tones that dominate this version of reality. Except for the verdant turf, herself, and the woman with book. ‘What exactly is your party trick, Sapphira?’ / Sapphira turns another page. She checks over her shoulder, compares behind with ahead and moves until she stands in the middle of the Lane. She drags the tip of her shoe across the ground and the grass unzips. ‘It won’t be a secret much longer.’ / ‘Yes, that’s what I’m concerned about.’ / Sapphira isn’t listening. Her focus is on the well of blood in her hand. Brighter than glory, precious as love, red as rage, it seeps from the slash across her heart and fate lines, closing in on the moment when it will overflow. She brings her hand in line with the break in the ground, starts to angle the outside edge down— / Angel catches Sapphira’s hand and forces it into a fist. / ‘No!’ / ‘That’s what I tried to tell you,’ Angels says. ‘Whatever you call up won’t be him. Just like you’re not you anymore.’ / Sapphira struggles. Angel grabs her other hand, tugs Sapphira round and up on to her toes. Angel’s hold is implacable, her expression gentle. ‘Sapphira. You’ve been dead for decades.’ / Sapphira’s lashes flutter. ‘Pardon?’ / ‘Denial and Belief are powerful forces and when you combine them…’ Angel winces. ‘Sorry.’ / ‘Oh.’ / Angel catches the diary as Sapphira dissolves. The weight of the book is a surprise, drags her arm down. The snap of Angel’s wings flaring for balance is one bruise too many and brings the Lane back into phase with Siren’s Gate. / The moon continues its serene journey and music escapes from the twelve bars between the Diner and the Palace, perhaps a little bluer than normal. / This time Angel’s sigh is heavy as regret in winter. She shakes her head. ‘The Forbidden Book Vault is getting close to full.’ (c) kate smith
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The piece …... “Entering The Gates” I (reworked) using the Orton Layered effect , PS. This photo was taken a couple of months ago at a Botanical Garden. After entering through the gates, I turned around to look back, and this is what I saw. :-)
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This is that famous Japanese icon, the great gateway, or “torii”, to the Itsukushima shrine on the island of Miyajima, just off the coast from Hiroshima.
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obsessed by history, stones, openings and trees… / and playing with spaces and shades…..
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On a recent expedition, Magoo2 and I discovered this old rail tunnel in the Lincolnshire Wolds – which was no mean feat,- we had the nettle stings, mud scrapes and bruises [from being whacked by various tree branches during our ‘controlled descent’ of the overgrown gulley] to prove it! The tunnel seems to be Victorian, from the steeply vaulted roof, and is ‘faced and lined’ with higher grade materials [for show] at each end but bellies out to a larger bore built of red brick further in. There’s no trickery with this one, only ambient light and a ‘star effect’ courtesy of an f8 aperture.
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