Happy mountain
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Snapped candidly whilst descending the stairs from the second floor of Double Happiness (new gold mountain)
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See the Christmas puppy version also! More dogs, horses and pets here
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Acrylic Painting on Canvas of the top of the falls in the dry! / Tamborine National Park Tamborine Mountain queensland Being up at Tamborine mountain in the Gold Coast Hinterland Queensland Painting in the rainforest makes me really happy! My Passion, painting out doors in the beautiful Gold Coast Hinterland at Tamborine mountain ,on a beautiful sunny Queensland day, no flies to annoy and get in the paint usuing oil paint or acryic or watercolour having somebody with me to make a nice hot cup of tea and a yummy sandwich at lunch break, sometimes with a group of art friends ,having onlookers who want to buy the work ! wow ..what could be more fun!.definately passion with a capital P.
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Digital painting, I was in a very happy mood, and hungry.
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A rare view of St. John’s Newfoundland from the South Side HIlls. It was an extremely difficult and dangerous hike, but the one of a kind view was worth it. ..................................... / Click here to add me to your watch list. / .....................................
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Sales of this Design? – 2 sales so far :) / Spotting Rainbows is a mixed media production on canvas textured paper / ink, pastel, charcoal, acrylic ‘We may run, walk, stumble, drive or fly, but never let us ever lose sight of the reason for the journey, or miss the chance to see a rainbow on the way.’ – Gloria Gaither /
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BEST VIEWED LARGER / Australia is known for beaches,sand,heat deserts, but yes we do have snow. The season isnt long, but travel 3-4 south of Sydney or about the same north from Melboure you will come to the snowy mountains. Well they arent huge compared to other countries… but they do get cold. This is the land of The Man From Snowy River made famous in Australia by the Andrew Barton “Banjo” Patterson story…........ THERE was movement at the station, for the word had passed around / That the colt from old Regret had got away, / And had joined the wild bush horses — he was worth a thousand pound, / So all the cracks had gathered to the fray. / All the tried and noted riders from the stations near and far / Had mustered at the homestead overnight, / For the bushmen love hard riding where the wild bush horses are, / And the stock-horse snuffs the battle with delight. / There was Harrison, who made his pile when Pardon won the cup, / The old man with his hair as white as snow; / But few could ride beside him when his blood was fairly up— / He would go wherever horse and man could go. / And Clancy of the Overflow came down to lend a hand, / No better horseman ever held the reins; / For never horse could throw him while the saddle-girths would stand, / He learnt to ride while droving on the plains. And one was there, a stripling on a small and weedy beast, / He was something like a racehorse undersized, / With a touch of Timor pony—three parts thoroughbred at least— / And such as are by mountain horsemen prized. / He was hard and tough and wiry—just the sort that won’t say die— / There was courage in his quick impatient tread; / And he bore the badge of gameness in his bright and fiery eye, / And the proud and lofty carriage of his head. But still so slight and weedy, one would doubt his power to stay, / And the old man said, “That horse will never do / For a long and tiring gallop—lad, you’d better stop away, / Those hills are far too rough for such as you.” / So he waited sad and wistful—only Clancy stood his friend — / “I think we ought to let him come,” he said; / “I warrant he’ll be with us when he’s wanted at the end, / For both his horse and he are mountain bred. “He hails from Snowy River, up by Kosciusko’s side, / Where the hills are twice as steep and twice as rough, / Where a horse’s hoofs strike firelight from the flint stones every stride, / The man that holds his own is good enough. / And the Snowy River riders on the mountains make their home, / Where the river runs those giant hills between; / I have seen full many horsemen since I first commenced to roam, / But nowhere yet such horsemen have I seen.” So he went — they found the horses by the big mimosa clump — / They raced away towards the mountain’s brow, / And the old man gave his orders, ‘Boys, go at them from the jump, / No use to try for fancy riding now. / And, Clancy, you must wheel them, try and wheel them to the right. / Ride boldly, lad, and never fear the spills, / For never yet was rider that could keep the mob in sight, / If once they gain the shelter of those hills.’ So Clancy rode to wheel them—he was racing on the wing / Where the best and boldest riders take their place, / And he raced his stock-horse past them, and he made the ranges ring / With the stockwhip, as he met them face to face. / Then they halted for a moment, while he swung the dreaded lash, / But they saw their well-loved mountain full in view, / And they charged beneath the stockwhip with a sharp and sudden dash, / And off into the mountain scrub they flew. Then fast the horsemen followed, where the gorges deep and black / Resounded to the thunder of their tread, / And the stockwhips woke the echoes, and they fiercely answered back / From cliffs and crags that beetled overhead. / And upward, ever upward, the wild horses held their way, / Where mountain ash and kurrajong grew wide; / And the old man muttered fiercely, “We may bid the mob good day, / No man can hold them down the other side.” When they reached the mountain’s summit, even Clancy took a pull, / It well might make the boldest hold their breath, / The wild hop scrub grew thickly, and the hidden ground was full / Of wombat holes, and any slip was death. / But the man from Snowy River let the pony have his head, / And he swung his stockwhip round and gave a cheer, / And he raced him down the mountain like a torrent down its bed, / While the others stood and watched in very fear. He sent the flint stones flying, but the pony kept his feet, / He cleared the fallen timber in his stride, / And the man from Snowy River never shifted in his seat— / It was grand to see that mountain horseman ride. / Through the stringy barks and saplings, on the rough and broken ground, / Down the hillside at a racing pace he went; / And he never drew the bridle till he landed safe and sound, / At the bottom of that terrible descent. He was right among the horses as they climbed the further hill, / And the watchers on the mountain standing mute, / Saw him ply the stockwhip fiercely, he was right among them still, / As he raced across the clearing in pursuit. / Then they lost him for a moment, where two mountain gullies met / In the ranges, but a final glimpse reveals / On a dim and distant hillside the wild horses racing yet, / With the man from Snowy River at their heels. And he ran them single-handed till their sides were white with foam. / He followed like a bloodhound on their track, / Till they halted cowed and beaten, then he turned their heads for home, / And alone and unassisted brought them back. / But his hardy mountain pony he could scarcely raise a trot, / He was blood from hip to shoulder from the spur; / But his pluck was still undaunted, and his courage fiery hot, / For never yet was mountain horse a cur. And down by Kosciusko, where the pine-clad ridges raise / Their torn and rugged battlements on high, / Where the air is clear as crystal, and the white stars fairly blaze / At midnight in the cold and frosty sky, / And where around the Overflow the reedbeds sweep and sway / To the breezes, and the rolling plains are wide, / The man from Snowy River is a household word to-day, / And the stockmen tell the story of his ride
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Today
by Jan LandersWhen you get up in the morning to begin a new day, what do you expect? Taken on the walking path that goes around Lake Estes in Estes Park, Colorado.
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let me know what u think?
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Today my friend Shilohlin and I went on an adventure into Rocky Mountain National Park. One of the first sights we saw was this beautiful Mountain Bluebird. I felt so honored to see him, as they are becoming more rare due to the decline of their nesting habitat. My immediate thought was, ‘ahh….the bluebird of happiness’..... Bluebird reminds us that we are born to be happy and inspires us to take more time to enjoy ourselves….wow, was that loud and clear to me! I have been struggling with balancing my energy lately…giving so much away and not leaving any for play time for me…..so I smiled inside, knowing that the Mountain Bluebird had brought a message I really needed to hear…..I took it to heart, let go of my ‘to-do list’ and did indeed enjoy myself today!!!
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Acrylic On Canvas (commissioned) Ophelia having a wonderful day-out with her tulip friends. “Oh my! There are so many of them here, will I be able to remember all their names??” Ophelia hooted! :D / / You can view or buy my other “Tulip Love Affair” creations at my Zazzle Gallery:
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From my collection: / Alaska North Star ~ Arctic Fantasy Copyright © Sharon Mau 2009 / My images do not belong to the public domain. Reproduction is strictly prohibited. All rights reserved Beautiful Art and Greeting Cards For Sale ~ Shop securely and view my collection here “Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate, our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. / It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. / We ask ourselves who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? / You are a child of God. / Your playing small does not serve the world. / There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won’t feel insecure around you. / We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. / It is not just in some of us; it is in everyone. / And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. / As we are liberated from our own fear, / our presence automatically liberates others.” by Marrianne Williamson ~ excerpts from Reflections on the Principles of A Course in Miracles. I use only my own images to create composites, matrix panoramic images and digital art, therefore I own full copyrights on all my work. This is one of my favourites. It is a composite of three of my images, one of the Chena Slough near North Pole Alaska and two of Interior Alaska brilliant skies Featured in Mountains and Light 29 December 2008 Canon EOS Digital Rebel XTi Świetna melodia
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A delightfully cute harbinger of icy death. He’s so cool!
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Y’all is a southern ephenisum for you-all. So I’m wishing y’all a Happy Fall!! Thank you for stopping by to comment on this image. I don’t normally respond with individual thank-you comments due to time constraints (slow dial-up speed). I prefer to spend my limited time on RB by commenting on your work instead. However, I want you to know how much it means to me that you took the time to view and comment on my work! Patricia Please don’t copy or download this image. My photos may NOT be reproduced and/or used in any form without my written permission. If you want this photograph, I would be honored for you to purchase it. ©2008 Patricia Montgomery | Bucks Mountain Galleries | All rights reserved.
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A cute little Saturday morning illustration.
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Oil Pastel And Acrylic On Wood (With Minor Digital Enhancements) Ophelia wishes all of us a great new year in 2009 filled with hopes and promises, it’s time to usher in the new things in our life! This is an all-occasion card, for birthday greetings, party invitations, congratulations and of course new year greetings :D You can view and buy my other “The Old Has Gone, The New Has Come” creations from my Zazzle Gallery:
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Jumping on Mt. Hood with self timer, couldn’t help it, it was a jumping opportunity.
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View towards Cesana from the piste at San Sicario, Italy / /
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Spotted a huge family of mule deer grazing in the cattle field….......... / All the beautiful animals come out in the Spring….....it’s a fabulous sight!!! / Those are the Rockies in the background…..............photo taken west of Calgary, Alberta, Canada…............... March 20, 2009 THANKS SO MUCH FOR YOUR VIEWS MY FRIENDS…...........xo
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freedom on a beautiful day at Mt. Arapiles, located in the Western Victorian (Australia) countryside… This rock is famous for many local & international rock climbers who train here before venturing up Mt Everest… we all love to dance :)
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Happy birthday to all the horses out there…..a chance sighting on a country road. More
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I have not stopped thinking about the works of / LisaG and her newest piece called Sad Tree it got my mind and heart juiced up! SAD TREE _Beside a waterhole / a sad tree was planted seasonally / it leaned forward in a spirited attempt / to soulfully drench an act of love it did it all / without shame smoke often filled the air / the sad tree / was the last of its breed it had seen a fair amount / it had danced the last dance all that was left was to / take care of its bounty no more travel / c’est la vie a railway line sang blue / as the willow / spoke to flesh and blood flesh ran / to the rose bush without bud / asking for no reason why must I hang my head? It was the truth a bird floating from the heavens / hid / behind / the mercy of the burning / sad tree twisted ivy / seeded / in the minds / of blank onlookers the sad tree / discovered redemption / in the brushing of a cross in the hope / of / never truly knowing in the rooted earth / of / every lasting life in the ache / of birth turn your head / give away your perfect suit pick up your roots / be gone understand / black as coal / light as the few_ By Lisa G. 2009 ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈
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