Heart sky
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Oh girl / Your love is too precious to waste / All I ask is a bit of a taste / Would you let me take your love to new heights? - – - / NOTE: To my HUGE suprise, this photo was published in The Sunday Times Newspaper (Homes Magazine, Perth WA) 23rd Sept 2007 under the RedBubble column. MORE WORKS FROM MY PORTFOLIO /
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a balloon floats gracefully away with some precious cargo detail of heart’s aloft
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Surrealistic Digital Art / / / / Mousepads in Zazzle / / / / MCN: C2AE1-743D1-04893 / / © Imber 2007. All photographs and artworks in this portfolio are copyrighted and owned by the artist, Imber. Any reproduction, modification, publication, transmission, transfer, or exploitation of any of the content, for personal or commercial use, whether in whole or in part, without written permission from the artist is strictly prohibited. All rights reserved.
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I found a little bit of ice in the shape of a heart, It was just beginning to melt off of the vine. Ruth Palmer mentioned that the vine looked like a little girl and it looks like she’s tugging on a heart string too :) another version
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if you are wondering… the cloud was floating above my neighbour’s tree in a giant heart shape. / . / yes the cloud really looked like this
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Hooked on you #1 / Nominated by “Kim McClain”: http://www.redbubble.com/people/fotokmcc / In The Pay It Forward Group This is what Kim had to say about my image - “My fiancee is a dedicated fisherman and the concept here really popped for me!”
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Pastels on Paper 120×90 cms / Sold the original. Watch hands on an ancient clock, slow but still moving. Clicking in the dark when there’s no one home. Echoing in a hall with light spilling in through the frosted glass. Like when the game is over and it’s time to hold and time to kill, the very very last drop of milk splashes onto the page and the very very dark blue moves in the corner. Walking with me to the end of the isle pewter cups full of thick liquid that catches in the back of your throat and makes you sputter like a fire or a kerosene heater or a lamp or an old sick car with students in it too dumb / to know / not to try. / No time to write or think or curl my fingers around, a dove’s leg curse or a jewel. Pierced, oh sure, like that a pinprick in an open sky, a babbling tower. Water from the sky from the ocean from the heart, clipped, triggered and muzzled, strapped to the enormity of it. Colour-blind and balanced, capsized and immersed, a bridge that’s a seething landscape. / Titan for a Tuesday, dry as a bone wrist or a Doll’s house in the desert. / It smells like strength and vicissitude with only what you want and a cold turned spoke. / Staggering and with a head full full of light, only small acts of kindness, what else is there to find for us silent at the edge of the day? / So then it’s only you and me in a saturated blue, long kisses hard into each other / sweat and confirmation, an engine of conviction, a weapon of devolution. / A slow turning and immense mill with a lidless sacrifice and an angry wasp, pulled from one strung heart sharp over ribs. There’s only breath and life / and no promises from either, go guarantor for me that I’ll be alone, / prove me right with skin that colour, hand that soft, a zealot with a placard walking in the rain. / Drama and faith are such poor excuses. / Only hints and grace, something gone, out into the soft and never ending night with a half heard cry. / I’m sad for you, baby. / I know. I know. / I saw the tremors and the shadows in the kitchen. Like leaves and seeds bent around a chain link fence on a quiet day. It’s only me, just me, that’s all. / I can come and visit and hold your head up for you while you try and sing, like before with both hands that you pushed to my throat. / Wait for me, oh wait for me baby. / I know my arms are empty and ugly and I have hard edges and sway and rock and twitch twitch twitch and I’m sorry for all these things and for the old woman made up for no-one and for the beautiful girl so autistic she couldn’t see and for the tiny mad child that I was / and for the tiny mad child that you were, dirty hands and sweet, / sweet, / bruised skin. / Twelve o’clock on a Friday night, / Run my hand down the side of my face. Crack each finger individually. Give up, give in. Whisper and kiss the side of my mouth. Someplace or something warm. It’s okay. / It is.
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Pen + Photoshop
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Full view please :) ..::Stock Photo Credit::.. / Model / Cliff / Sky / Cage / Large crow If you like this, please check out: / / /
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Amidst the green light of sunset and seaspray, they caught the scent of cherries on their tongue, scarlet gloss and juice, filled with the flavour they imagined dirty pretty words like incarnadine to taste of.
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Full View Please ..::Stock Photo Credit::.. / Texture / Sky / Desert / Flower / Butterfly If you like this, please check out: / / /
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Nikon D80 / 18-55mm lense / 55mm / cropped a bit / f/8 / 1/45 / ISO 100 Taken John Tanner State park in Carrollton, Ga
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Look around, never know what you’ll find. / Featured in the Central Coast and Hunter Group
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An acrylic painting on wooden color palette. The song “Paint My Love” by Michael Learns To Rock happens to be Ophelia The Owl’s favourite love song! :D You can view and buy my other “Paint My Love” creations from my Zazzle Gallery:
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The Green Man is an ancient pagan symbol of our relationship to the plant kingdom. Men become tree-like, and the Green Man sports plants and leaves and boughs growing from his mouth or beard or his hair. / In the Green Man we have an archetype for our relationship to both the cosmos and the Earth – to Father Sky and Mother Earth. Plants are born from and connect the two. Plants are, like us, cosmic beings; they guarantee that the sun’s generous efforts to pour its energy over the earth are not in vain. The Sun finds ready receptivity in the plants. / Interestingly, the archetype of the Green Man also respects silence and introspection, which are common traits among farmers and indigenous peoples, those who remain close to the land. The Green Man honors for us how rich and deep the roots of nature are, telling us that we need to germinate under the soil, in the silence of our hearts. This is a painting I did for a T-shirt design, then fractilius filtered with redfield plug-ins, in photoshop7 Celtic Spirit
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Sky
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astronomy for the heart
by PJ Ryanstar
image by aglaiab stock used: models / background / stars and moon and a good sprinkle of her own creative magic.
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Featured in Live, Love, Dream July 09 Higher and Higher Your love / Lifted me higher / Than I’ve ever been lifted before. / So keep it up, / Quench my desire, / And I’ll be at your side forevermore. You know your love (Your love keeps lifting me, your) / Keep on lifting (love keeps lifting me) / Higher (lifting me) / Higher and Higher (higher and higher, higher) / I said, your love (Your love keeps lifting me, your) / Keep on (love keeps lifting me) / Lifting me (lifting me) / Higher and Higher (higher and higher, higher). Listen: / Now once, / I was downhearted. / Disappointment was my closest friend. / But then you came, / And he soon departed, / And you know, / He never showed his face again. All right. / Ooh… / I’m so glad / I finally found you: / Yes, that one-in-a-million girl. / When I wrap my loving arms around you, / Honey, / I can stand up and face the world. / Let me tell you, You know your love (Your love keeps lifting me, your) / Keep on lifting (love keeps lifting me) / Higher (lifting me) / Higher and Higher (higher and higher, higher) / I said, your love (Your love keeps lifting me, your) / Keep on (love keeps lifting me) / Lifting me (lifting me) / Higher and Higher (higher and higher, higher). Jimmy Barnes
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Details: / Camera: Canon EOS 5D Mk II / Lens: Canon EF 16-35mm f/2.8L II USM / Exposure: 1/100 sec / Aperture: f/18 / Focal Length: 16mm / ISO Speed: 100 / Accessories: Expodisc, Manfrotto 190XB Tripod, Manfrotto 322RC2 Heavy Duty Grip Ball Head, Canon RC1 Wireless Remote / Date and Time: 04 September 2009 11.27am.
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Our greatest natural wonder of the world. Nikon D80 / Tamron 11-18 / polariser filter Sold as a large framed print to a mystery buyer. / Sold again as a large framed print to a mystery buyer FEATURED IN SEA GROUP / FEATURED IN THE WOMAN PHOTOGRAPHER GROUP / FEATURED IN AUSTRALIAN CONTEMPORARY PHOTOGRAPHY GROUP
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