Life winter
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I came across this building on my run about in the snow storm. I thought of doing it in B&W or even Sepia.. But alas I liked the colors that showed.. These small sheds and barns were built to last. Some made of ash tree’s. It looks as if its being kept in repair and still an older look.. With the falling snow and overcast sky it made my choice.. hope you agree..
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Another shot from my cemetery series. This shot really caught my eye, man lays asleep waiting for the resurrection and nature lays dormant waiting for that breath of new life come spring. The orange of the leaves is a promise and a sign of hope that this is not the end of life but only the beginning. / / More in this cemetery series: / / / / / / Visit my website On The Rock Photography / / /
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Taken in the late winter/early spring of 2005 with a Canon A75 at a boardwalk in the town of Ste-Marthe-sur-le-lac, Québec, CANADA. The white expanse of snow visible beyond the trees is the frozen snow-covered Lake of Two Mountains. Although I could see the arc of the trees when I took the shot and that is what I was aiming to capture, it was an extremely sunny day and I did not anticipate that the circle would be completed with the reflection… / Featured in All That Is Nature, May 2009 / Featured in Bits & Pieces group May 2009 / Featured in # 1 Artists of Redbubble May 2009 / Featured in the Natural color and light group February 2009 / Featured in Everything Winter / and Trees May 2008 groups. / Featured in Seasonal Scapes group October 08. / Featured in Seasonal Scapes group November 08,
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Everytime I was washing the dishes in front of my window I kept looking at that fantastic scene .The snow had covered all the roof and at the same time my window ,it was completely dark ,until the snow began to melt .What a sight but I had to remove the icy snow with my hand and push inch by inch the window to open enough so I could go through the small window and take some shot .You should have seen me ,all wet and very happy of my idea. / I called it «communion» because ,at first the two icesticks were just one and melted until they got separated but it looks like they are reaching to get together again.The drop is the communion between them,a« metaphore» but for me it was magical.It’s like the time is suspended…..an untouched pic… / / /
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the book of blood and snow
by bellmuskerShe dotted her i’s with little circles. I fucking hate that.
What is hell? I maintain that it is the suffering of being unable to love Fyodor Dostoyevsky
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see next season www.yanmostees.com
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mixed media with wax on wood box 18” x 18” named and painted to illustrate the song sung by Judy Collins, written by….......name slips mind…...for a class I took at the University of New Mexico in Taos a number of years ago called Healing Through Sound AND sONG. This was to illustrate my final paper
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Snowy playground
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All work in this portfolio is © Stephanie Rachel Seely. / These materials (images and poems) may NOT be edited, copied, reproduced, printed, distributed, displayed, performed, or used in any way, in whole or in part, without my written permission. Please respect copyright and do not save or upload any images or poems to Photobucket, Flickr, Myspace, Facebook etc. These creative materials are NOT public domain. This artwork was featured in The Love Of Eerie and Enchanting Artwork, Core [C.O.R.E], Dimensions and A Spiritual Walk Used as the cover image for the Winter Wonderland challenge. It finished in 7th place. Juxtaposition of two themes that traditionally don’t fit together.
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Thank you Cats and Dogs group for TWO FEATURES! The Life of a Puppy This morning, I woke up & kissed my dad’s head. / I peed on the carpet, then went back to bed. / “The life of a puppy, oh my, this is great.” / Then I thought about breakfast,” I hope it’s not late.” / Mom took me outside, we walked for a while. / This never fails to make Mama smile. / I sniffed of everything, that we did pass, / I ate something weird – it gave me gas. I’m sure God loves me, I know that is true. / He gave me so many great things to chew. / Rugs, plants or rocks, I really don’t care. / What I truly like best, is Dad’s underwear. That obedience book, was sort of yummy. / Though it didn’t sit well on my poor puppy tummy. / I threw up a bit, but that was all right, / When Mom found it later, I was well out of sight. I made streamers of T. P., while running at full speed. / Mom is pretty quick—but I was still in the lead. / I flew under the bed, and Mom flew past, / She stopped-shook her head, and breathed, / “You’re too fast.” Mama later phoned Daddy, and said, “It was frightening!” / That afternoon, she was sure I’d pooped lightning. / She’d sat at the computer, while I chewed the cord, / She thought I was mad, but I was just bored. When Mama had enough, couldn’t take anymore, / That’s when my tushy got shoved out the door. / I love it inside, but outside is best. / Lay in the cool grass, and had a good rest. That didn’t last long, there was too much to do— / Can’t quite remember where I hid Daddy’s shoe. / I found an old bone, and scratched at a flea, / I watched the dumb squirrels as they jumped in a tree. I barked at the kids, when they got off the bus. / I can’t figure out why this makes Mama fuss. / I barked at the neighbor, I barked at the wind. / I barked and barked, till Mom yelled, “COME IN.” The sun dipped in the west-soon Daddy would come! / I sure love my daddy: we always have fun. / I barked at my daddy, then turned on my charms, / I woo-wooed, “Hello,” then jumped in his arms. Sitting under the table—it’s sooo hard to wait. / Daddy slipped me a goodie right off his plate. / I raced through the house, and scattered my toys, / Ricocheted off the furniture, and made lots of noise. Mom found her purse – the one I abused. / Daddy let loose a chuckle. Mom asked “Amused??” / I cowered down low, I must be in trouble. / Dad said, “Wasn’t MY boy, it must be his double!” Mom turned off the TV, and said,”Time for bed.” / Dad said “Let’s go boy,” and patted my head. / I got in my spot, between Mom and Dad, / I thought ‘bout my day and what fun I had. Mama kicked out my bone from the covers below, / Then let loose a sigh—a sigh deep and low. / She gave me a kiss, and snuggled me tight, / And whispered so softly, ‘My darling goodnight’. Unknown Ginger
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We never thought this day would come, / But it’s finally here at last, What once was our bright future, / Is now are dim-lit past, But we hold onto the memories, / The lessons that we learned, The pathways we have traveled down, / The corners that we turned, And soon we say our sad goodbyes, / That will last us forever, We may see each other again, / Maybe once or maybe never, So make your goodbyes ones to remember, / The kind that will stay in their heads, Those are the goodbyes they will treasure, / The ones that were sad to be said.
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When I am an old horsewoman / I shall wear turquoise and diamonds, / And a straw hat that doesn’t suit me / And I shall spend my social security on / white wine and carrots, / And sit in my alleyway of my barn / And listen to my horses breathe. I will sneak out in the middle of a summer night / And ride the old bay gelding, / Across the moonstruck meadow / If my old bones will allow / And when people come to call, I will smile and nod / As I walk past the gardens to the barn / and show instead the flowers growing / inside stalls fresh-lined with straw. I will shovel and sweat and wear hay in my hair / as if it were a jewel / And I will be an embarrassment to all / Who will not yet have found the peace in being free / to have a horse as a best friend / A friend who waits at midnight hour / With muzzle and nicker and patient eyes / For the kind of woman I will be / When I am old.
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Valentine series, more to come soon!
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Some days the sun consoles my fears / And lifts the wetness of my tears / Some nights the stars and moon embrace / The sorrow written on my face
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Taken in ‘Roman woods’, Cambridge. NOT ‘as is’
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Cattails. Sepia
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It’s Winter in Australia, which means the Wattle is beginning to bloom. In my area we’ll soon be surrounded by a sea of bouncing little balls of yellow…... Did you know : / - Wattle is Australia’s official floral emblem, having adorned our Coat Of Arms since 1912. / - there are around 950 different species of Wattle….. which is why I have no clue as to which one this is! / - On 1 September 1910 the Sydney Morning Herald stated: / “To many Australians the wattle stands for home, country, kindred, sunshine and love; every instinct that the heart most deeply enshrines.”........ nice :) [canon 1000D, canon scanner for texture, PS watercolour] WINNER – Wattle challenge – October 2009
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Best viewed LARGE
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All work in this portfolio is © Stephanie Rachel Seely. / These materials (images and poems) may NOT be edited, copied, reproduced, printed, distributed, displayed, performed, or used in any way, in whole or in part, without my written permission. Please respect copyright and do not save or upload any images or poems to Photobucket, Flickr, Myspace, Facebook etc. These creative materials are NOT public domain. This artwork was featured in The Dreaming Tree and Vibration In Art & Verse I’ve always loved art that conveys two different seasons in the same scene. Title is the first line of HIM’s song “Under The Rose”. Stock Credits / Model/Pool / Pool Reflection – Snow texture – Mountains / Lily Pads / Stock copyrights remain the property of their respective owners.
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