Henry
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Darren Henry
Canada
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Henry Beeker
Netherlands
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Henry Gee
United Kingdom
790 creative works found
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In a place as surreal as this, its hard not to day dream. This was taken at an ancient, monastery which was destroyed by Henry the eighth once upon a time. Sort of represents what i was feeling at this time, not this exact moment but this part of my life. Stopping for a second, trying to figure out where wanted to go, how i would get there. Taking a brief moment to reflect.
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Fountains Abbey was founded by Benedictine monks in 1132 and taken over by the Cistercians three years later. By the mid-12th century it was the richest abbey in Britain. The Abbey fell into ruins during the Dissolution of the Monasteries in the 16th century. Today you can still almost hear them…
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No man thinks more highly than I do of the patriotism, as well as abilities, of the very worthy gentlemen who have just addressed the House. But different men often see the same subject in different lights; and, therefore, I hope that it will not be thought disrespectful to those gentlemen, if, entertaining as I do opinions of a character very opposite to theirs, I shall speak forth my sentiments freely and without reserve. This is no time for ceremony. The question before the House is one of awful moment to this country. For my own part I consider it as nothing less than a question of freedom or slavery; and in proportion to the magnitude of the subject ought to be the freedom of the debate. It is only in this way that we can hope to arrive at truth, and fulfill the great responsibility which we hold to God and our country. Should I keep back my opinions at such a time, through fear of giving offense, I should consider myself as guilty of treason towards my country, and of an act of disloyalty towards the majesty of heaven, which I revere above all earthly kings. Mr. President, it is natural to man to indulge in the illusions of hope. We are apt to shut our eyes against a painful truth, and listen to the song of that siren, till she transforms us into beasts. Is this the part of wise men, engaged in a great and arduous struggle for liberty? Are we disposed to be of the number of those who, having eyes, see not, and having ears, hear not, the things which so nearly concern their temporal salvation? For my part, whatever anguish of spirit it may cost, I am willing to know the whole truth—to know the worst and to provide for it. I have but one lamp by which my feet are guided; and that is the lamp of experience. I know of no way of judging of the future but by the past. And judging by the past, I wish to know what there has been in the conduct of the British ministry for the last ten years, to justify those hopes with which gentlemen have been pleased to solace themselves and the House? Is it that insidious smile with which our petition has been lately received? Trust it not, sir; it will prove a snare to your feet. Suffer not yourselves to be betrayed with a kiss. Ask yourselves how this gracious reception of our petition comports with these warlike preparations which cover our waters and darken our land. Are fleets and armies necessary to a work of love and reconciliation? Have we shown ourselves so unwilling to be reconciled that force must be called in to win back our love? Let us not deceive ourselves, sir. These are the implements of war and subjugation—the last arguments to which kings resort. I ask gentlemen, sir, what means this martial array, if its purpose be not to force us to submission? Can gentlemen assign any other possible motives for it? Has Great Britain any enemy, in this quarter of the world, to call for all this accumulation of navies and armies? No, sir, she has none. They are meant for us; they can be meant for no other. They are sent over to bind and rivet upon us those chains which the British ministry have been so long forging. And what have we to oppose to them? Shall we try argument? Sir, we have been trying that for the last ten years. Have we anything new to offer on the subject? Nothing. We have held the subject up in every light of which it is capable; but it has been all in vain. Shall we resort to entreaty and humble supplication? What terms shall we find which have not been already exhausted? Let us not, I beseech you, sir, deceive ourselves longer. Sir, we have done everything that could be done to avert the storm which is now coming on. We have petitioned; we have remonstrated; we have supplicated; we have prostrated ourselves before the throne, and have implored its interposition to arrest the tyrannical hands of the ministry and Parliament. Our petitions have been slighted; our remonstrances have produced additional violence and insult; our supplications have been disregarded; and we have been spurned, with contempt, from the foot of the throne. In vain, after these things, may we indulge the fond hope of peace and reconciliation. There is no longer any room for hope. If we wish to be free - if we mean to preserve inviolate those inestimable privileges for which we have been so long contending - if we mean not basely to abandon the noble struggle in which we have been so long engaged, and which we have pledged ourselves never to abandon until the glorious object of our contest shall be obtained, we must fight! I repeat it, sir, we must fight! An appeal to arms and to the God of Hosts is all that is left us! They tell us, sir, that we are weak—unable to cope with so formidable an adversary. But when shall we be stronger? Will it be the next week, or the next year? Will it be when we are totally disarmed, and when a British guard shall be stationed in every house? Shall we gather strength by irresolution and inaction? Shall we acquire the means of effectual resistance, by lying supinely on our backs, and hugging the delusive phantom of hope, until our enemies shall have bound us hand and foot? Sir, we are not weak, if we make a proper use of the means which the God of nature hath placed in our power. Three millions of people, armed in the holy cause of liberty, and in such a country as that which we possess, are invincible by any force which our enemy can send against us. Besides, sir, we shall not fight our battles alone. There is a just God who presides over the destinies of nations, and who will raise up friends to fight our battles for us. The battle, sir, is not to the strong alone; it is to the vigilant, the active, the brave. Besides, sir, we have no election. If we were base enough to desire it, it is now too late to retire from the contest. There is no retreat but in submission and slavery! Our chains are forged! Their clanking may be heard on the plains of Boston! The war is inevitable—and let it come! I repeat it, sir, let it come! It is in vain, sir, to extenuate the matter. Gentlemen may cry, “Peace! Peace!”—but there is no peace. The war is actually begun! The next gale that sweeps from the north will bring to our ears the clash of resounding arms! Our brethren are already in the field! Why stand we here idle? What is it that gentlemen wish? What would they have? Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God! I know not what course others may take; but as for me, give me liberty, or give me death! Patrick Henry – March 23, 1775
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Lego recreation of Henri Cartier-Bresson’s 1932 photograph “Behind the Gare Saint Lazare”
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Lego reconstruction of Henri Cartier Bresson’s 1933 photograph ‘Madrid’.
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Lego recreation of Henri Cartier-Bresson’s 1938 photograph “By the Marne River”
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My View in a sunny Berlin Day
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FEATURED! JUNE 08 / HOMEPAGE! JULY 08 “I am ready for whatever’s coming. I expect nothing but to be let down or turned away. I am alone. The shit hurts sometimes, but I realize what I am, what I have become. The alien man waved his arms up and down and noticed that he couldn’t wave in the right language so he stopped.” Henry Rollins
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The Henry Ross Lookout is on the Kennedy Highway (part of the Savannah Way), which cuts its way up the Macalister Range above Smithfield, a township in the Northern Beaches stretch north of Cairns, to Kuranda at the top of the range. The Kennedy Highway affords spectacular views of the low lying areas between the range and the ocean, and also takes one through lush rainforest areas. I took this exposure on a beautiful clear day. If you would like a High Definition wallpaper of this image, I have put a wallpaper version over at flickr:
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Taken at Point Henry, Geelong. Tidal activity had created the zig-zag formation of seaweed.
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Abstract photograph of trees reflected on moving water. / Taken on the Duck River at dusk; Henry Horton State Park, Tennessee. This abstract uses a little different technique in camera painting; rather than moving the camera to create the effect, I look for movement in nature and hold the camera steady during a slow exposure to capture the motion. I have also used this abstract as a background for my artwork Allow This image makes a great wall set with Sparkling Winter Garden / Copyright © Richard G. Witham 2009 all rights reserved. / Contact the artist
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I’m more for Groucho than Karl. /
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Acrylic on canvas. / Mixed media. / Found photos. / Altered Art I have a collection of affordable found objects from Antique stores. Some folks call what I do as Antiquing, I tend to call it Junking, because the stuff I acquire is really just someone else’s junk like garage sale finds and second hand store castoffs. If you can only afford what some folks call junk, sometimes you can really find treasures. The moment I found these idyllic photos, I remembered Henry David Thoreau’s, “Time is but the stream I go a-fishing in.” I goofed when I did the lettering on this project because I used the word “a” instead of the word “the” which my edition of WALDEN uses. So apologies go to the linguists of our wonderful Redbubble site. Perhaps at one time Henry used “a” in his working of his masterpiece. Submitted to Fine Art Influenced by Literature. / Collectors Corner
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7 Shape Vector drawn by hand from scratch in Xara Xtreme. A hero of mine; a writer from the gutter of LA, wrote fantastic poems, short stories and novels. Some Charles Bukowski Poems / More Info About Charles Bukowski / —— /
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Sunset over the Chesapeake Bay, near Cape Henry at Fort Story. Camera: Nikon D90 / Lens: Sigma 10-20mm @ 16mm / Exposure: f18, ISO100 / Processing: Photoshop CS3, Photomatix, Redynamix / Technique: 5-exposure HDR on tripod / Location: Cape Henry at Fort Story, Virginia Beach, Virginia, USA See other shots from this set: Sunset at Fort Story *This piece is for sale in a local art gallery. If you are interested in purchasing this piece, please contact me directly. Features: / SEA 6/11/2009 / Nikon D90 Users 8/1/2009
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Sunset over the Chesapeake Bay, near Cape Henry at Fort Story. Camera: Nikon D90 / Lens: Sigma 10-20mm @ 10mm / Exposure: f18, ISO100 / Processing: Photoshop CS3, Photomatix, Redynamix / Technique: 5-exposure HDR on tripod / Location: Cape Henry at Fort Story, Virginia Beach, Virginia, USA See other shots from this set: Sunset at Fort Story *This piece is for sale in a local art gallery. If you are interested in purchasing this piece, please contact me directly.
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acrylic paint on canvas.
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Henry Clematis Featured in The Woman Photographer group July 2009 / Featured in the Clematis group – July 2009 /
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Fine art black and white print – available matted or framed.
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Though thoughts, deep-rooted in my heart, / Like pine-trees dark and high, / Subdue the light of noon, and breathe / A low and ceaseless sigh; This memory brightens o’er the past, / As when the sun, concealed / Behind some cloud that near us hangs / Shines on a distant field. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Still experimenting with her face ; .. and poetry . this time from one of my favorites from Henry Wadsworth .. titled “A Gleam of Sunshine” mixed textures with face
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© All Rights Reserved – No Usage Allowed in Any Form Without My Written Consent. Hampton Court Palace, Richmond upon Thames, London, England. It’s a Joust Royal at Hampton Court, in the 1500’s. And, King Henry VIII, Knight of the Sun, is about to charge the mysterious Knight of the Moon, Queen Anne Boleyn’s brother George. FEATURED IN: / “Dimensions” Group – September 2009. / “A Beautiful Blur” Group – September 2009. / “ImageWriting” Group – September 2009.
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