Grass night
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This photograph is one out of a series. / Taken at night. At Rye, Victoria.
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peace
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And woodland cookie cutters.
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oil on canvas
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He loves roasted snails…yumyum.
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Pond
by evilkosmoza Image a take from NIKON L4 / a pond …
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This photo aswell as all my other photos was taken from in my garden. I only use a camera phone so I enhanced the image lighting and colour using a filter in photoshop so the photo doesnt look washed out. If you like this photo take a look at my others. :)
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Say it with a magic twist… Living by the pond, she is the faerie of her home, and spends countless hours taking care of her place, and her hundreds of children. When she has a few minutes left, which is not very often, she loses herself in the joy of lovingly tending her miniature garden, where she likes to take a few moments to meditate before retiring at night. You might also like a laminated print of this work /
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Black-Crowned Night Heron at Silverbell Lake. Shot March 27, 2009.
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Reach
by Kane HardieAn Acrylic painting part of a series of paintings titled ‘The Sky: An Emotional Journey’
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Taken near my home with my old Nikon point & shoot camera just before I donated it to my son ~ because it randomly chose to give a blue cast on images, including this one!
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Somewhere north of Milton, in the Chumuckla area, FL at like 3:30am-ish Camera Info: F/8 / 200 seconds (3 min 20 sec) / ISO100 / Canon 50D / Tokina 12-24mm @ 15mm
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Ah you see what i did there.. i had a play on words… I’m hilarious… No but really… This was shot very late, and I’m still tired from that night lol Chumukla, Florida north of Milton… F/7.1 / 240 Seconds (4 minutes) / ISO100 / Canon 50D / Tokina 12-24mm
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© 2009 RC deWinter – All Rights Reserved ~ The twenty-first image in “The Journey” series. ~ Everyman tells of his next days: “We wandered, Lady Josian and I, for a time on the grounds of deBoyett Manor, but as the sun grew high overhead, I begged to take my leave and continue my travels. Lady Josian led me back to the manor house, where Violetta plied me with food and drink for my journey. I thanked her for her good food and turned to the lady. ‘I wish you well, my lady, and I am most grateful for your generosity and hospitality. Perhaps we shall meet again one day, should I be passing here in future.’ She looked at me full on with her beautiful, sorrowful, expressive eyes and smiled radiantly. ‘It is I who must thank you,’ she replied. ‘You have, in your hours here, brought me much joy with your companionship. I will always remember you.’ I bowed and she escorted me to the front of the grounds. ‘You can follow the path that brought you here this way,’ she said as she pointed in the direction of the sun. ‘If you do not wander astray’ -and here she stopped and smiled almost impishly – ‘you should reach Chartham town within a day or so.’ I picked up my pack, now heavy with good things from Violetta’s kitchen, and bowed once more. ‘It has been my pleasure,’ I said sincerely, for it had been – to break my journey in such a welcoming and comfortable, if sorrowful, place. ‘And now – with much regret – I am off.’ I started along the walkway in the direction the lady had indicated. I turned once to wave farewell, but Lady Josian deBoyett had retreated into her great house to once again, no doubt, relive her happier days, accompanied only by her servants in that opulent but solitary dwelling. I thought of her self-imposed exile throughout the hours I next spent journeying forth and into the dusk of the day. As I lay myself down to sleep in a sheltered copse under a clear and starry sky, I experienced a fleeting regret that I could not have stayed longer with Lady Josian, enjoying her company as well as the luxuries of deBoyett Manor. But, as I finally closed my eyes against the night, my heart leapt at the prospect of Chartham town, which I hoped to reach on the morrow. My mind swam with thoughts of people and shops, an inn perhaps and the other ordinary but welcome concomitants of everyday living. As soon as it was light I was on my way, having eaten heartily of the foodstuffs burdening my pack. The day was fine and I walked quickly, oblivious to my environs, for I was anxious to reach Chartham and discover its character. The day and shadows grew long before I knew I must be getting closer, for a fellow in a large cart filled with grain sacks passed me going in the opposite direction and waved in friendly fashion as he did so. I smiled with delight at his greeting and returned the wave. I knew that darkness was not far off and I pressed myself to continue, although my stomach was begging for more samples of Violetta’s expert cookery. As no town appeared for what seemed an eternity, my mood blackened, as I had been eagerly anticipating the warmth and camaraderie to be found in most village inns and public houses. I grew thoroughly discouraged when, with night drawing its cloak around the world, I faced the prospect of a steep and seemingly endless hill to be climbed. My legs ached, and by this juncture every part of my inner being was clamoring for food and drink, but I forced myself on. My persistence was rewarded, for after what seemed an eternity of climbing, I crested the hill and the path suddenly transformed from dirt to cobbles. Peering into the darkness, I discerned not too far off the lighted windows of what must be Chartham town. As grew closer I saw the walled archway to the town, which was not, fortunately for me, gated and barred, along with a collection of stone buildings, some of which appeared to be places of commerce and others that were undoubtedly private dwellings. Spurred on by my curiosity and excitement, I hurried as fast as my exhausted limbs could carry me ever further up the hill toward the firelights of Chartham.”
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ORIGINAL PAINTING – SOLD (20X26CM) / Acrylic on Stretched Canvas Custom Orders Welcome / Inquiries: lena_wehnert@yahoo.com.au
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Lough Derg, Ballina, Co Clare, Ireland
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Parks during the day are filled with children and animals and such. But at night the chaos stops and the loneliness starts
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Australian War Museum, located in the Australian Capital territory (Canbera). Night shot of the building
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