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Ducks bathing in the woods, Cambridgeshire UK
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Ducks In The Woods /
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Stormy Church – Thank you to RichieDean who helped me with the sky on this and a few other bits and pieces – You are great Richie! /
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100% of proceeds received from Redbubble in respect to sales of this item, will be donated to Bush Heritage Australia Photo of a King Penguin feeding its chick taken at Gold Harbour, South Georgia Island. An A3 print of this photo was accepted for display at the 52nd Maitland International Photographic Exhibition
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Sometimes one only gets to see part of the whole, but that part is so breathtaking that no more is needed, sometimes a person will only reveal a part of themselves, and over time one sees a little more and a little more and the glimpse grows and the picture becomes whole…
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Well, kind of. This is as near to an apocalyptic scene as Cleethorpes is ever likely to get. Until the apocalypse, that is. But that’s not coming for at least 2 years, so this will do in the meantime.
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Angelic Female spraying love over the world. Illustration – Gouache on Aquarelle watercolour paper. FEATURED NOVEMBER 2008 in Bits & Pieces Group FEATURED WORK ON GROUP PAGE JANUARY 2009 in – ‘Angel Wings and Heaven’ FEATURED JANUARY 2009 in – Creative Cards No Photos .
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Copyright © Helen Chierego / This image is protected by copyright law and is not to be used without express written permission from the copyright holder. / Images may not be copied, reproduced, altered or used for any advertising, displays, any other web sites or for any business or promotional purpose or any other way (whole or in part) without prior written approval of the copyright holder. / All Rights Reserved The Sun Theatre, Yarraville, Victoria Australia. / An icon ot the western suburbss of Melbourne. I enjoyed many films during my childhood in this art deco building. Glad to see it enjoying a revival. / / SUN PICTURE THEATRE For Yvonne, Michelle and Margot / The world is revolving faster these days / How did it happen that twenty-four hours / Now seem like eighteen…or less? Back then / The Sun sign flickered day and night / Above the picture theatre, when we jumped / Off the Spotswood bus at Yarraville Station, / To ride the railway gates with the men / And boys, while the women stood back / They swung open like welcoming arms / Scooping us into the land of reel to reel Streamers propelled by light. In the Art Deco / Building with a half sun on top, glowing / Like an icon or cross on a church / Rising up over the sugar refinery, docks / And our real lives we never thought about / While we were in Hollywood, America / The good old U S of A in Australia singing God Save the Queen, while we stood head / To shoulder with women and men dressed in suits / And the other kids who knew all the words / To an anthem sung into our colonial heads / At school and on TV without needing a script / Or subtitles on the bottom of the screen / With a bouncing ball swooping over lyrics. At the matinee we sighed when the lights were dimmed / Slipping down into our seats and out of our bodies / Onto the screen where film goddesses always ended up / With impossible heroes we read about on Fantales wrappers / While we crunched through to chocolate inside vermillion / Jaffas and licked wafered vanilla icecreams. Chilled when the lights went out once upon a time / And the curtains opened to Alfred Hitchcock’s Psycho / Mother told me to cover my eyes while / She held my ears and screamed so loudly / A rush of shivers snap froze the audience / To their seats. Black and white or / Technicolor…she liked a good murder. While her daughters plagiarised musicals / To re-enact on the front verandah for kids / Who lived on the Avenue. Costumes, makeup, / Some lousy script of song and dance everyone / Sat through and wanted more of every Saturday / After Mum had said: ‘Let’s go to the flicks’ / And we came home from that dreaming place Where the Sun is now derelict and only lights / Up for vandals, who make fires in the dress / Circle, front and back stalls, turning the floors / And ceiling into charcoal as delicate as Violet Crumble. Copyright Helen Chierego. (Note: I wrote this poem long before the revival of the theatre when the interior was still a burnt out ruin.) / / /
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Copyright 2008-2009 © Helen Chierego / This image is protected by copyright law and is not to be used without express written permission from the copyright holder. / Images may not be copied, reproduced, altered or used for any advertising, displays, any other web sites or for any business or promotional purpose or any other way (whole or in part) without prior written approval of the copyright holder. / All Rights Reserved An icon ot the western suburbs of Melbourne. I enjoyed many films during my childhood in this art deco building. Glad to see it enjoying a revival. / CLICK ON T-SHIRT / / SUN PICTURE THEATRE For Yvonne, Michelle and Margot / The world is revolving faster these days / How did it happen that twenty-four hours / Now seem like eighteen…or less? Back then / The Sun sign flickered day and night / Above the picture theatre, when we jumped / Off the Spotswood bus at Yarraville Station, / To ride the railway gates with the men / And boys, while the women stood back / They swung open like welcoming arms / Scooping us into the land of reel to reel Streamers propelled by light. In the Art Deco / Building with a half sun on top, glowing / Like an icon or cross on a church / Rising up over the sugar refinery, docks / And our real lives we never thought about / While we were in Hollywood, America / The good old U S of A in Australia singing God Save the Queen, while we stood head / To shoulder with women and men dressed in suits / And the other kids who knew all the words / To an anthem sung into our colonial heads / At school and on TV without needing a script / Or subtitles on the bottom of the screen / With a bouncing ball swooping over lyrics. At the matinee we sighed when the lights were dimmed / Slipping down into our seats and out of our bodies / Onto the screen where film goddesses always ended up / With impossible heroes we read about on Fantales wrappers / While we crunched through to chocolate inside vermillion / Jaffas and licked wafered vanilla icecreams. Chilled when the lights went out once upon a time / And the curtains opened to Alfred Hitchcock’s Psycho / Mother told me to cover my eyes while / She held my ears and screamed so loudly / A rush of shivers snap froze the audience / To their seats. Black and white or / Technicolor…she liked a good murder. While her daughters plagiarised musicals / To re-enact on the front verandah for kids / Who lived on the Avenue. Costumes, makeup, / Some lousy script of song and dance everyone / Sat through and wanted more of every Saturday / After Mum had said: ‘Let’s go to the flicks’ / And we came home from that dreaming place Where the Sun is now derelict and only lights / Up for vandals, who make fires in the dress / Circle, front and back stalls, turning the floors / And ceiling into charcoal as delicate as Violet Crumble. Copyright Helen Chierego. (Note: I wrote this poem long before the revival of the theatre when the interior was still a burnt out ruin.) / / /
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GOD HAS MADE SUCH BEAUTIFUL COLORS AND SCENERY FOR ALL OF US TO ENJOY…I TOOK THIS PICTURE IN PUYALLUP,WA. FEATURED IN “WELCOME TO WASHINGTON”
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Image for Calendar …made a few changes to it so i could use it in the calendar
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thought I’d see what it would look like on a tee. FEATURED IN THE FABULOUS T’S GROUP Check out Pooky’s other adventures:
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I’ve never drawn people before, so I tried my hand with it. What do you guys think? Does it look like her? Yes? No? lol. I must say it’s alot more fun than I thought it would be. I can seriously see myself doing this for a while :P
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Lord of the Indian Jungles, The Royal Bengal Tiger, Portrait The Bengal Tiger, or Royal Bengal is a subspecies of tiger primarily found in Bangladesh, India, and also Nepal, Pakistan, Bhutan, Myanmar and southern Tibet. It is the most common tiger subspecies, living in a variety of habitats, including grasslands, subtropical and tropical rain forests, scrub forests, wet and dry deciduous forests, and mangroves. Since the early 1990s the tiger population has begun to decline again, due to habitat destruction and large-scale poaching for tiger skins and bones. The Bangladeshi government is trying hard to show the world that the tiger is thriving in Bangladesh, often using controversial techniques like taking molds of paw prints to track tiger populations. It was recently discovered that tigers have been wiped out from one of Project Tiger’s leading sanctuaries, Sariska. The current population of wild Bengal tigers in the Indian subcontinent is now estimated to be between 1,300 and 1,500 which is less than half of the previous estimate of 3,000-4,500 tigers. This estimate is based on a state-by-state census conducted in India in 2001. Today’s reports show there are fewer than 200 tigers left in the wild. Habitat losses and the extremely large scale incidences of poaching are serious threats to species survival. Poachers kill tigers not only for their pelts, but also for body parts used to make various traditional East Asian medicines. Other factors contributing to their loss are urbanization and revenge killing. Farmers blame tigers for killing cattle and will shoot them. Poachers also kill tigers for their bones and teeth to make medicines that are alleged to provide the tiger’s strength. The hunting for Chinese medicine and fur is the biggest cause of decline of the tigers. In India, retired Indian Army personnel are being recruited to save the Bengal tiger from poaching gangs.
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Having spent too many days exploring and photographing London, I decided to get out into the Countryside and do a few rural landscapes. I chose to shoot in Buckinghamshire. The late afternoon spring sunshine washes across the slopes suurounding this tiny, ancient, still occupied cottage is in a hamlet called Lee Common. It has no road leading up to it, no driveway and nowhere to keep a car. I must surely be one of the last houses in the UK to sit as it does in the middle of beautiful parkland, surrounded by grazing sheep. If you like this image, it was shot just yards from here: Canon 10D / 1/80th sec at f 8.0 / Sigma 15-30mm lens at 30mm / ISO 100 Slight adjustments in Lightroom and yes, the grass really IS that colour!
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Model – DandyStock Background and Boat – ~Lift-manipulator Texture – *Smoko-Stock Inspired by: / Elton John – Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds Picture yourself in a boat on a , / With tangerine trees and marmalade skies / Somebody calls you, you answer quite slowly, / A girl with kaleidoscope eyes. / Cellophane flowers of yellow and green, / Towering over your head. / Look for the girl with the sun in her eyes, / And she’s gone. / Lucy in the sky with diamonds. / Follow her down to a bridge by a fountain / Where rocking horse people eat marshmellow pies, / Everyone smiles as you drift past the flowers, / That grow so incredibly high. / Newspaper taxis appear on the shore, / Waiting to take you away. / Climb in the back with your head in the clouds, / And you’re gone. / Lucy in the sky with diamonds, / Picture yourself on a train in a station, / With plasticine porters with looking glass ties, / Suddenly someone is there at the turnstyle, / The girl with the kaleidoscope eyes.
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Model – justmeina Horse – confused_stock Background – TimeWizardStock Picture – night_fate_stock Picture Frame – guteCharlotte stock Inspired by: / America – Horse With No Name On the first part of the journey / I was looking at all the life / There were plants and birds and rocks and things / There was sand and hills and rings / The first thing I met was a fly with a buzz / And the sky with no clouds / The heat was hot and the ground was dry / But the air was full of sound I’ve been through the desert on a horse with no name / It felt good to be out of the rain / In the desert you can remember your name / ‘Cause there ain’t no one for to give you no pain / La, la … After two days in the desert sun / My skin began to turn red / After three days in the desert fun / I was looking at a river bed / And the story it told of a river that flowed / Made me sad to think it was dead You see I’ve been through the desert on a horse with no name / It felt good to be out of the rain / In the desert you can remember your name / ‘Cause there ain’t no one for to give you no pain / La, la … After nine days I let the horse run free / ‘Cause the desert had turned to sea / There were plants and birds and rocks and things / there was sand and hills and rings / The ocean is a desert with it’s life underground / And a perfect disguise above / Under the cities lies a heart made of ground / But the humans will give no love You see I’ve been through the desert on a horse with no name / It felt good to be out of the rain / In the desert you can remember your name / ‘Cause there ain’t no one for to give you no pain / La, la …
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Copyright 2009- © Helen Chierego / This image is protected by copyright law and is not to be used without express written permission from the copyright holder. / Images may not be copied, reproduced, altered or used for any advertising, displays, any other web sites or for any business or promotional purpose or any other way (whole or in part) without prior written approval of the copyright holder. / All Rights Reserved This morning I’ve been looking through my long forgotten work which I intended to finish-I found this one-that I think I’ve taken as far as it will go. It is saying to me: “I’m finished!” So I’m posting it. I must have created it last summer (southern hemisphere) around Christmas time by the look of the Hydrangeas in the vase and the scattered Agapanthas that I picked from the garden. The tablecloth is a lovely linen one that I bought from an Op Shop and the jug was bought many years ago at a jumble sale when I started acquiring objects for still life paintings. The northern light streams through the lounge room window and I often set up my work here. Oh for the memories… Features: / Digital Brushstrokes
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I recommend buying this in the Large size Canvas print / I found this fly on a flower in Regents Park, London Canon 50D / 60mm Macro This Picture got a Top Ten in the Fly/Bug hunt Competition in the Mood & Ambiance Group on 06/11/09 This work is featured in this Calendar /
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Two handy image sites for stolen images
by Richard KeechThrough my cyber travels i have come across many photographers work that has been stolen and used without their knowledge / And just recen…
Through my cyber travels i have come across many photographers work that has been stolen and used without their knowledge / And just recently i have found a site that tracks back photos and shows where they are being used on the net / http://tineye.com/ / you simply enter the image address (URL) or choose an image from your HD and the site looks for it in their archives / it even works for images that have been cropped after being stolen or partially photoshopped this is a good example / http://tineye.com/search/0ac89241ed4c8ccd104094f6412ded2e0acfc2d7 / The original is the profile pic of someone who friend requested me on Facebook as something seemed odd/funny about it I put the image through Tineye.com / and you can see the results Another image site which you might like (if you use flickr) is / http://clipyourphotos.com/FP / they serch through the Flickr Front page history for your photos that might have been featured there that you missed any way I hope these are useful for people Cheers Richard
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I recommend buying this in the Large size framed print / A droplet on a piece of grass out side our house this morning Canon 50D / 60mm EF-S Macro This is another piece in my collection / / You can buy this piece Here
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I recommend buying this as a Medium size Framed Print / As it has been raining here recently i have done a few sessions of water drop photography Canon 50D / 60mm Macro Featured in “Photography 101” on 13/11/09 I do calendars too / / You can buy this Calendar Here
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Another shapes inside shape design. (just love creating them). This was created using vector shapes as well as some of my own. This song has been my own personal little anthem for over 10 years that always gets my heart through everything /
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\ / My idea of a holy picture, like the ones we used to have when we were little with a contemporary feel to it. St Agnes of Rome (c. 291 – c.304 virgin–martyr) is often depicted carrying a little lamb. She is the patron saint of chastity, gardeners, girls, engaged couples, rape victims, and virgins. Read more about her here in Wikepedia and more in my recent journal here the poem The Eve of St Agnes by John Keats (thanx to izzybeth for reminding me of it to include here)
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