I ate them all is all about privious relationships that did not work out, but some are sad and some are happy, but life goes on and you just have to pick up the pieces and move on, forgive and forget. Or els you will never meet the love of your life, it is like cleaning house, as soon as you through something out something new will come in to your life. / /
Marriage Counsellor: Busy bees
Title: Romantic Journey / Capture Date: 12/27/2007 / Dimensions: 3872×2524 / Exposure: 1/5 sec at f/5.0 / Focal Length: 140mm / ISO: 100 / Filter: Cokin Diffuser 2 / Flash: No / Uploaded Date: 12/27/2007 / Comments: © 2008 Charles Dobbs Photography. All photographs and artworks in this portfolio are copyrighted and owned by the artist, Charles Dobbs. Any reproduction, modification, publication, transmission, transfer, or exploitation 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.
Lisa C. Weber ©2008 (Created with Bryce 6.1) Visit My Complete Bubble for all My 3D Artwork. Thanks for dropping by and enjoy!
Ocean Beach, Northern California … what a gorgeous day at the beach… decent size waves crashing in caused a LOT of mist all along the shore! AWE-SOME! Isn’t it funny how at the beach everyone’s worries just melt away? My biggest draw to beaches … feeling free of worry. This shot is one that needs to be looked at carefully.. the best parts about it, in my opinion, are the silhouettes in the mist.. . if you look carefully (left to right…) you will see one about to throw a football, you will see a child riding on anothers back, random groups of people, friends, families, a girl with pig-tails digging in the sand… it’s just so beautiful to watch life. Live and love people… Thank you so much for looking!
“The rose speaks of love silently, in a language known only to the heart.”
For every minute you are angry with someone, you lose 60 seconds of happiness that you can never get back… / Love is not about “it’s your fault”, but “I am sorry”. / Not “where are you”, but “I am right here for you”. / Not “how could you”, but “I understand”. / Not “I wish you were”, but “I am thankful you are”. Just open your heart… As Is…No Edit.. / /Canon 400D – 100 mm 2.8 Macro Lens/ / More photos: / /
“A relationship is like a rose, How long it lasts, no one knows. Love can erase an awful past, love can be yours, you’ll see at last. To feel that love, it makes you sigh, To have it leave, you’d rather die. You hope you’ve found that special rose, ‘cause you love and care for the one you chose.” / Rob Cella quotes~ / /
Two seagull feathers, each of equal importance.
Love…Growth, Creeping Vine … Author Amber Elizaberth Fromm Donais / Artist Angel Warda / Here / Love…Growth, Creeping Vine … Approaching That Window… / Home, Hearth, Time… / Where, Love ’s Grown / So Passionately With / Creeping,Vine… See Spectrum Colors / Of Hearts,Warmth / Upon… Glass… Reflecting Love , / A Life , A Love Entwined / Love…Keeping… Guests , / Entranced… Simple Visitor,Yes A Guest / From the Outside, Looking In.. Feeling Love Waiting,Wanting / Beautiful Life …Held Inside… / Yes, Love Within… A Visitor, I Can See… / A Window., A Window / Our Life Lies Within… Looking Here / Pressed So Hard… / At Window… / For Here Lies Love / Deep … A Magical Place / I’ve Dreamed Of … / Magic Place / I Have Been… Yes, I’ve Walked / Past This Window… / Yes, Past It / Thousand Times… In Memory …Yes, Hope / Dream Someday … / You’d Be Mine… Our Window Of Love… / Been Praying,For A / Window…Just Like It… Have Prayed To God… / Up Above… For If Only… If Only… / A Home Two Hearts… / As One… Aww, Time… To Treasure… / Cherished Place ,That / I Long… Wish..Wishing / Every Moment… / Want…Waiting / Build , Build ng / A Life … A Window / One That,Is Yours, / Yes, Yours One… / That Is Mine… A Dream / Oh, To Dream / Dare,Dare That… / We Never ,Part … To Have You, / In My Window / My Love… Hold You, / Near , Near, To My… / Heart.. Yes,.Hold You, / So Tightly Inside … / Yes, Inside My Heart … / Your Place And Mine… Approach Yes… / My Window… / Home, Hearth, Time… / Pray ,Never Part.. There’s Love / At My Window / Heart ,Hearth, Home / Of Passion, / Love … Growth… / Creeping, / Vine…
Male hands holding a small tree. Hands are dirty.
I forgave you yesterday for hurtful words / today, I compromised for affection / I’ll forgive you tomorrow / and lose more faith in my belie…
Back in 1992, I wrote this quote in my journal, “Forgiveness is a courageous attempt to add steps to the ladder of the future. To forgive oneself is the doorway to heaven and the challenge of lives to come.” I cannot remember who the author was, but this quote is a part of my daily routine - / I forgive myself for what I’ve done yesterday, today and tomorrow! / In my counseling efforts the issue of forgiveness is always misconstrued, that in order to forgive you must embrace the person forgiven – this is NOT to say you need live with them, tolerate future abuse, or forget the lessons learned from this relationship. I guess that this particular belief is what sparked the inspiration for this writing at 2am this morning. / I am hopeful that someone struggling with Self-Esteem earns their presence and ability to hold themself in enough regard and strength NOT to compromise themself for Survival, Affection or Success! / Peace~ Imagine my surprise today 5/6/09, when my sweet sister DevineDay Dreams created created this beautiful artwork to accompany this poem…
/ / Huge thank you to Tracey Mac for her set design and modeling prowess – thank you making this image a reality.
/ / / OIL PAINTING / Image Copyright © 2008 JANE À PARIS / Professionally photographed by Citizens Photo The original title was: MY MOTHER – GRIDLOCKS AND IRON BARS – A SELF PORTRAIT / MA MÈRE – EMBOUTEILLAGES ET BARRES DE FER – AUTOPORTRAIT I had to shorten it for the print to: GRIDLOCKS AND IRON BARS This is a self portrait which seeks to depict the endless cage I am being kept in because of politics. The lines represent prison bars and the blocks of color represent other forms of torture, emotional, spiritual, mental, physical, and financial to name a few. I went to France to try to escape the torture of my homeland, America, that is why I am wearing a beret in this painting. This is what I looked like when I was in France. I SPEAK FLUENT DOG
Time and movement, / Thoughts and dreams, / Eternity beckoning / Beyond the streams. / Love and hatred, / Passion and blood, / Living sacrifices / Become sacred. Susan Isabella Sheehan / July 7th, 2009
” He regards you with an indifference closely bordering on aversion.” In Ink/Waterbased Pencil.
Featured in Live, Love, Dream – Sept.2009 / Featured in Cee’s Fun Artsy Friends – Oct.2009 /
Not quite sure of this pieces meaning, but I really like it. Feels lonely and yet heart-warming… but maybe thats just me
Creating Life was drawn on the 16-8-09
Take the heart that bleeds for them / And squeeze it dry to the last drop / To show the love you have for them is nonstop
A piece that I wrote because I haven’t been able to see, feel, smell, taste or sense my girl lately…..I mean my woman …for she is my woman and not my girl…lol…but I just been missing that physical connection with her….. and the ending was taken from the lovely written piece by Jacqleen NO / Very nice read ….if I liked it you should like it….smilez / but I hope you enjoy ….sincerely daz
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.
Everyday life in Italy. Images were shot in: / Ascoli Piceno / Rome / Torino / Catania / Vernazza / Manarola
The perfect madness / has forsaken me. Shaken me from its red / throbbing bosom / of twisting love branches. How long / do you think …
love, the perfect madness… / this is a poem for all of those who’ve been that one left waiting beneath the sunset tree on the hill, roses in hand and a smile on your trusting face / (for the one who said they’d be there) / with not a soul / to give them too. / ya gotta let a girl get her cynical’s out. :)
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