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  • Matron’s just let me try one of the new prototypes. simper The specification is truly splendid. They’re meant to keep my knees from shrinking, keep my ear wax production in check and (this is the bit I’m most excited about) prolong that feeling you get after taking one of the pink and yellow pills. I can hardly wait. dribble looks at dosage advice on the side of the crate "Adults should take 37, every hour. To be taken with weak lemon drink. Failure to drink weak lemon drink may result in elbow itching. Do not eat. May contain nuts." Nothing out of the ordinary then. Splendid.

  • not sure about this effect, would love some feedback!thanks for looking.

  • A picture of part of a ward in an abandoned mental asylum. I think this picture is given an extra spooky edge and a bit of a story by the fact that one of the beds has a pair of shoes sitting waiting at the bottom as if the occupant may be back any minute.

  • A ward full of beds in an abandoned mental asylum.

  • The nurse walked into her seclusion to find that the patient in room 33 had given birth by herself. There is more from this series at www.cjphotography.co.nr sorry if i offend anyone with this piece. all the stories are true and i have spoken to the people involved with the story.

  • drawn/sketched pencil / color and texture Photoshop CS a tale of my recent experience with mysterious,chronic pain that the doctors / cannot explain…...one can only wonder and be left to the horrors of the imagination. i want my life back. :(

  • These are made of plaster and painted with cheap kid water colors. The plaster was poured into a rubber mold I made myself from one of my sculpted faces. available plasters / / Copyright / These Images and Writings Do Not Belong To ANY Public Domain. All images and Writing are copyright © Patricia Anne McCarty & Deep Red Tiger Images 2009. All Rights Reserved. Copying, altering, displaying or redistribution of any of these images or Writings without written permission from the artist is strictly prohibited. / / Home Page / Symbolism in Art

  • Hey Dad, I'm 40
    by mstrace

    You embed your trust into an anvil and tie it to my guts.

    This is a short-story/open letter of a sort. It marks my first completed attempt at writing about a subject I have struggled with for many years. Thank you Bell for the inspiration. And thanks to those of you who read it, because my Dad always wanted everyone to read. Dad, this is for you.

  • This elderly woman sits at the window and contemplates the world outside. She does not see far beyond the window frame because her world has diminished considerably. Two years ago she was officially diagnosed with dementia after a life threatening surgery and long hospital stay. However, her family and friends noticed a difference in her personality over the last several years. Once a proud and hard working single mom, she raised two children during the 60’s and 70’s at a time when single parenthood was not as widely accepted as it is today. At present, she is reduced to little more than the passive demeanor of a quiet child. She is aware of the reduction in both her mental and physical abilities. She also understands that she is helpless to change anything. / It takes great courage to face the inevitable. Alzheimer’s disease is the most common form of dementia; it accounts for 64 per cent of all dementias. For example right now in the US, Alzeihmer’s has surpassed diabetes and is the sixth leading cause of death. As baby boomers are rapidly approaching the age of retirement it is believed that 10 million baby boomers will develop Alzheimer’s in their lifetime. Currently, there are more than 24 million people in the world with dementia—this is estimated to rise to 81 million by the year 2040.6 / Statistics taken from both the Canadian and American Alzeihmer’s Society. / Published by Redbubble in Compassion, Courage and Friendship book October 2008 / Compassion, Courage & Friendship Top Ten in the Mood & Ambience, The Seated Human challenge, July 2009 / Featured in the Nirvana group October 2008 / Featured in the ImageWriting group November 2008 / Featured in the RB Buyer’s Booth November 2008 / Featured in the Stillness Speaks group November 2008 / Featured on RB homepage on November 25/08 / The Fine Art of Photography

  • Taken in 1966, this is one of my favourite images of the 60’s of the iconic DJ, Sir Jimmy Savile OBE. I took the shot when I was 20 during my assistant days at 1:15 am, after a long advertising shoot for a petrol company with my boss, top fashion and advertising photographer John Cowan. I asked Sir Jim if I could run a couple of rolls of film for my portfolio. True gent that he is, Jim said “Sure!” even though every one was pretty tired after the 5 hour gasoline ad session. Anyhow, this is the result and it remains one of my favourite pictures to this day as it shows Sir Jim as he really was and is – a strong and generous human being who did not take himself too seriously. You are a true professional Jim, and I am eternally grateful to you for giving me this opportunity. Technical Details: Camera: Hasselblad 500C / Lens: 80mm Planar / Film: Tri-X / ASA: 400 rated at 200 / Exposure: 1/125 sec at f/16 / Lighting: 5,000 Joule Strobe in perspex light bank. © 1966 John Hooton Photography

  • This little guy was living in the grounds of HEAL Africa Hospital, Goma, Congo. His spirit is great. He pretty much adopted us for the week. HEAL Africa Hospital lives and works at the coal face of the eastern Congo crisis – Goma. You may have seen it in the news, for the brief moment it curried favour with the news editors.

  • as i watched the evil get its way…..the ones who sin,take and break move foward i wondered why I wasn’t being helped …why life comes so easily to some people …if they knew how hard life could be would they step a little more carfully whith what they had? I remember one person saying to me april God doesn’t always answer yes…and i though what an asshole …so easy to say when your life has been sugar coated…..so i thought maybe this God needs a little help hearing ….I was so full on anger nothing else could be felt this was my turning point…..I can’t expect to be envous of what another life is i have to take all that i was given ,the hurt the pain and even the joy and let it live… my two things in life i hold constant as I live …don’t juge somone by how they look that means nothing …...and don’t judge to someone unless you know the whole truth and story…and even then there is always grey.

  • This Chickadee decided to fly away the moment I took this photo. / / Captured on Christmas Day 2008 with a Canon Rebel XT w/ 75-300 zoom lens. / This is my most popular photo with over 2000 view. I’ll Fly Away Some bright morning when this life is over / I’ll fly away / To that home on God’s celestial shore / I’ll fly away I’ll fly away oh glory / I’ll fly away (in the morning) / When I die hallelujah by and by / I’ll fly away When the shadows of this life have grown / I’ll fly away / Like a bird from prison walls has flown / I’ll fly away Oh how glad and happy when we meet / I’ll fly away / No more cold iron shackles on my feet / I’ll fly away Just a few more weary days and then / I’ll fly away / To a land where joys will never end / I’ll fly away Author: Albert E Brumley MY BUBBLESITE / /

  • Acupuncture model head. Photo based illustration.

  • stock is sxc.hu / and / doko-stock.deviantart.com another semi-retro piece…i love doing these kinds of colors and tones… / Here’s a prayer that all of our little ones stay nice and healthy during this flu scare we’re having to go thru… Peace, Claudia / xo

  • acrylic on stretched canvas

  • She was less than the sum of her parts. / She sparkled with crystalline chill. / She put on her coat of bright colors / To mask her face of ill will. Her eyes were saucers of darkness. / Her mouth was a crimson cave. / She put on her layers of beauty / And stumbled that way to her grave. I was never any good at applying makeup…it always confounded me. I’ve decided to toss it all out and let my own beauty speak for itself. Woohooooooooo!! Layers of photoimages and fractals edited in Photoshop Elements 3.

  • Your eyes won’t shut now. / Your brain won’t stop. / Sweet sleep would have come but you pushed it away. / Now it wants nothing to do with you. / You kill dreams, stab them, rip them into shreds and wad them up in grimy spitballs. You need sleep. / You need sleep. / You need sleep. But all you have is thoughts that won’t stop tapdancing on your brain, / And a twitch in your eyelid. / And a stomach of slime. You need sleep. / You need sleep. / You need… Whew! I’m going to bed. Will get caught up tomorrow. I hope someone likes this! / This is actually four photoimages (my eyes and hand included) and a lot of painting & editing…..

  • Model is Viperjoe / Makeup by me © Jessica Walker 2009

  • The Death of Her Pas De Deux
    by Kristin Reynolds

    I never should have handed you / my pretty pink ballet slippers. They had hung off the edge of my bed / for as long as I can remember, / ...

    having a relationship with someone with mental illness can be very taxing. This is just a vent on being the one trying to interact with the one suffering from depression and/or bi-polar disorder. / It is so hard trying to balance the want to be with someone who is not there much of them time…wanting to love them, wanting them there...and the plain, hard fact that they cannot be alot of the time due to their illness – medication or not.

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