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A statue in Budapest
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My Cat Worships Me
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this pic was taken by LexiaJainz and was photoshopped by myself we are an awsome team that work together on numerous works…..this was my idea of rayden from mortal kombat…of course with my own spin on wardrobe and effects!
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This watercolour piece represents my state of personal reflection. We are constantly tied up with millions of thoughts, emotions, responsibilities and choices. We have a jug which contains water… and when empty we should go back to The Well to be nourished again and to nourish others. But how often do we go back to The Well… which holds so much treasure and hope. And how many times do we wither away too far to realise this. Here is part of me for you.
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Taken at the IMA Exposure: 1/2500 at F/3.2 / Focal Length: 50mm / ISO speed: 200 / Flash: Did not fire / Model: D300 / Lens: 50mm / edited with Lightroom 2 © Jake West 2008
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a Hot Wax artwork i did and took digital photos of it added Scripture and changed the whole color of it…....this one is a golden orange….represents the Glory, the light,the brightness of His coming, A bright and shinning Light. I am saved and being saved and continue to be save as I continue in HIM, IN Christ JESUS…...if we continue in HIM to the end we shall be saved….........................amen!
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These Pics are Some of My Best Works with Macro
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Begonias at Cedar Springs, Sumas, Washington
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several doodles…...in a row…...priest praying i had so much fun doing this…..hope you enjoy all of them…...they each are special and all together there is a lot of prayer going up just for you if your reading this know i have already prayed for you…....expect miricles…....they are coming your way my friend, i expect them myself for you.
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www.danadipasquale.com / Chicago, IL
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Nepalese man on the peace temple
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Nepalese woman on the peace temple
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from an original drawing 2009
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Give and recieve is a double artwork that shows a person in prayer with hands raised and water pouring down as a blessing. Original as a watercolour painting that is avaialble for sale.
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Inspiration from the Bible For the Psalm Challenge
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Location: Sella Katharagama, Sri Lanka.
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Featured with the group Inspired Art Group Nov 2009 Featured with the group Healing Through Art Dec 2009 Snowfall in the southern United States is rare enough, even in the mountains, to make it special for most of us. I was fortunate to catch a series of snowfalls while camping in the Smoky Mountain National Park. Road access through Cades Cove was closed but a long trek into the back of the cove landed me into one of those sublime experiences that I treasure at least as much as snowfall. You wouldn’t think so, but it seems that the quiet can really grab my attention and hold it just long enough to make a deep impression. I become aware of the tinkling snow falling, then each whispered ‘tink’ seems to make itself known individually, and then the sense of something profound steps out of the obscurity between the sounds, looming into my awareness where nothing had registered the moment before. I’m startled only to the degree that the sound of falling snow impacts my senses, but it’s still a significant impacting, because (as I mentioned) nothing was there just the moment before…or so I assume, until the feeling of it settles in and begins to jog a kind of recollection unlike any sort of remembering that I’m previously familiar with. It’s so unfamiliar to me, this presence, that it’s as though it reaches into me like my heart is a hard drive and begins accessing anything there that will lend it a language to speak to me through, because it doesn’t use English and it doesn’t speak through the thoughts of my brain. A flood of ‘feeling memory’ begins to flow through me like I’m re-living it; there’s the way my grandmother poured my milk a hour early so as to allow the cream to settle to the top because I loved the way it tasted on my upper lip; there’s the feel of the trees calming me in the woods near my boyhood home no matter the drama that I had just experienced; there’s the image of me lying in the hayloft stroking a yellow kitten as the rain patters on the tin roof, and on it goes until…..I just get it; it occurs to me how all these past experiences had one thing in common – an essence, a presence that is here again within me having stepped into my awareness from out of the silence between the sounds. I’m returned home, I realize, to the home I had forgotten so long ago that I can’t place the time when I lost touch with it. I just know that I did (continued with Placid Snows 2 ). / __ / ©Miles A Moody LivingEarth-Hearthealing.com. Written and photographic works are the sole property of copyright holder; reproduction in part or in full only with expressed permission or purchase Nikon F5 on Fuji Velvia 50 slide film, f2.8, 125mm, Wimberley head, Gitzo tripod /
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The theme of our marriage was beautifully exemplified by this gift from Joy’s dear friend Loretta. A cross with 2 rings.
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I never cease to be amazed and mystified when nature allows me to come in close. It happens a lot for me in the national parks, and for this reason, I will forever love the treasure that is our parks. I am so grateful for the struggle and sacrifice made by the far sighted ones before me that rendered our national parks into a reality. It gets obvious that something ‘different and special’ has just happened when a seemingly wild animal in a particularly remote place lets me come near. It’s tempting to blow it off and say, “Nothing unusual here; these are just park animals; they haven’t been hunted in decades and they’ve lost their fear of humanity.” I did this for awhile, to relieve myself of the subtle intensity that gradually seeped into my awareness each time this occurred. I didn’t want to handle how it challenged my pre-conceptions, particularly the ones I secreted against myself; the ones I would not admit even to myself. Then it started happening anywhere, not just in the parks, and just frequently enough that I never quite got ‘over it.’ It came at me from out of nature, but I won’t assume that it is limited to that. It works through whatever we can be passionate for, I suspect; wherever and whenever we open our hearts into a ‘higher’ passion. It began with my hobbies – such a seemingly unimportant word is this, but it was through the doorway of my ‘hobbies’ that an enormity of significance unfolded (continued with Angel Walk). / __ / ©Miles A Moody LivingEarth-Hearthealing.com. Written and photographic works are the sole property of copyright holder; reproduction in part or in full only with expressed permission or purchase. Nikon F5, f2.8 @1/500, Fuji Velvia 50,. Wemberly Head, Gitzo tripod, Great Smoky Mountain National Park
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Featured in the Inspired Art group Nov 2009. The first time I met this guy he was all bluster and bristling fur and bent on battle with a big interloper into his territory. I had recently read a story about a boy and his best friend, a dog, who happened to be his father’s champion pit fighter. I lent the dog’s name to this big feisty buck, not realizing that I’d come to know him and love him as a best friend, and I’d never again see his aggressive side. I knew his territory; I’d go into the forest to find him, just wandering in the direction of that subtle tug, and more often that not he’d be there in the place that my heart guided me to. Sometimes he was ‘on patrol,’ visiting the scrapes and rubs he maintained to let the others know his boundaries. Other times he’d be resting after a long night of entertaining the ladies. It was business as usual; my presence had no effect on his activities; he wasn’t like a puppy craving my attention nor did he demonstrate affection like a housecat nuzzling against my neck. He behaved for the most part as if I wasn’t there. Something almost imperceptible changed in me during the span of time I knew him. It was like I learned how to reach out thru him and into something unfathomable. Here I am trying to write about it now, and I just don’t have the words. As I look into this picture now, I see one side of the image in darkness and the other is bright white light. He intersects the polarity as if to represent the transition between. I called him ‘Wardog’ when first we met, and the name stuck, though it no longer seemed to fit him. Over time, I’d realize that he represented a different sort of warrior to me now. It was in his presence; rather I suspect that it was in the presence of what I found when with him, such that I began to learn how to heal the quiet wounding of my heart (continued with King of Winter 2). / ___ / ©Miles A Moody LivingEarth-Hearthealing.com. Written and photographic works are the sole property of copyright holder; reproduction in part or in full only with expressed permission or purchase. Nikon F5, f2.8 @1/45, 200 mm, Fuji Velvia 50, Wimberley Head, Gitzo tripod, Great Smoky Mountain National Park
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