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Petals taken from a gerbera flower.
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Taken at the Henley Royal Regatta, June 2007. A photo that represents this well know beautiful English town. REGATTA has sold several times. Mounted print on RB, unknown client. Framed print 84cm x 29cm. / Framed print A4×2 / Framed print A3 / at my personal exhibion at Henley on Thames in 2007.
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Are there no shadows where you are, / I can see everything is day, / Problems that you try to hide away, / Keep pushing me aside / – Anberlin Enjoy!
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Took this image in Germany
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Image by photographer Glennis Siverson, www.glennisphotos.com. Selected for The Center for Fine Art Photography’s 2009 Portrait exhibition; Chosen for the 2009 Art of Photography Show, for which just 111 images were selected from 16,000 entries; Honorable Mention in WIPI’s 2009 Children Portraits competition.
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This is what happens when I get flowers- I smile, take care of them and arrange them, and then I get out my camera to take lots of pictures! I love flowers, especially roses- simple yet complex, delicate, eternal beauties. I tried to show that in this image I created in photoshop, and just looking at it gives me a feeling of serene happiness. Hope you enjoy it too! / / / See other flowers
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I stole this actually , roflol…....... Not the art… its mine…...... But my gal Terri…..... She used Live, Love, Laugh manyyyyyyyyyyy years before me…......... So Terri, In honor of you, and all that you are, LIVE, LOVE, LAUGH !!!!!!!!!! And then do it all over again! WOOOOOOOOOOOO HOOOOOOOOOOOO BABY! / Love you, / Bonita
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I Died many Times Before… First time I remember, I was still a toddler / sitting in the morning sun, on the concrete floor. / My grandparents’ courtyard in Salamiyeh. / I watched, fascinated, as the massive snake / made its way from the roof / down the wall in front of me. / I held a long stick in my hand, tapped / the giant head as it slithered closer. Second time, a year or so older, also in Salamiyeh. / It struck on a starry summer night. / I was playing barefooted on the patio. / Mother came running to my screams. / Sobbing, I told her a big butterfly bit my foot. / I pointed to where it ran off, watched / as she grabbed a straw broom, killed / the venomous desert scorpion with repeated blows. / I vividly recall her rushing around with one shoe on, / the other missing, laying me in a stroller, / running down darkened streets to the emergency clinic. I also died at age five, along with my mother and sister. / It happened on the two-lane Hama-Homs highway. / Mother unintentionally turned the steering wheel / as she twisted her body to chide us / for backseat bickering. No guardrails. / Nothing but protruding rocks all the way / down the steep drop-off. My first summer in college, I died in New York City. / Muggy night, uptown Manhattan, a block away from Broadway / in front of the big Cathedral. I had my arms up, / as the man who had just asked for a light / pressed the tip of his knife into my ribs. Years later, on a misty morning on Texas Highway 87, / I fell asleep at the wheel. / I had worked through the night in Victoria, / and was looking ahead to my bed in San Antonio. / My Chevy Blazer slowly drifted left / into the path of the oncoming truck. Those worlds / continue without me. / My tombstones there / mark ends of times I knew. In this one, grandmother Um Sami suddenly appeared. / Rounded boulder hoisted high. Arms fully extended. / How she lifted it? How she took dead aim, and launched it / smashing the serpent’s head? / I do not know. I was still conscious. / I do remember clearly / the terrified look on my mother’s face. / How her voice trembled as she pleaded / with the nurse to be careful. She was afraid / the syringe’s needle was going to puncture through / my tiny toe. Mother slammed the brakes as she forcefully corrected. / Car came to a screaming, precarious halt / in a cloud of swirling dust. / We stayed parked at the side of the road for a long time. / Her hands shaking, she gave us grapes, / while she collected her frazzled self. / She swore never to drive again. / Never did. “Let the creep go”, the second robber, / who had just cleaned my pockets with swift efficiency, / told the one holding my life at the tip of his knife. / They took pity on me when I told them / there was nothing in my wallet. / They slipped it back. Walked off. / It took my rage weeks to subside. I could see the whites of the wide-open eyes / of the truck driver, as I twitched awake! / He was already moving to his left / to avoid hitting me. But my reflex was to jerk the wheel / to my right to get back into my lane. / I also stomped the brakes. / We came within a hair of a head-on collision, / as he swerved back into his lane. / That was when time switched / to slow motion… / Me sitting still. / Blazer skidding sideways / on the wet grass / along the shoulder. / Dull-black asphalt road passing / in front of me. / No sound. / Finally, / everything / coming to absolute / rest. In this one an invisible hand / still cradles / my bones. © Assef Al-Jundi
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This beautiful Rose was crying out to be photographed, then I came along and ruined it. LOL / Taken in the gardens of Buckfast Abbey, Devon. / If you ever come to Devon, or on your way to Cornwall, please make time to visit this wonderful place. It is just 2 minutes off the A38 Devon Expressway. Thanks for looking. / Hope you like it. Pentax K110D. / Pentax 18-55mm Lens. / Aico x2 Tele Converter. /
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Just shot this image at 6:50 tonight, here in Anderson, CA, looking west, of course….......we had some beautiful clouds this evening and some wonderous and heavenly colors…......enjoy. / / / ___ / All The Materials Contained May Not Be Reproduced, Copied, Edited, Published, Transmitted Or Uploaded In Any Way Without My Permission. My Images Do Not Belong To The Public Domain. © 2008Joyce Dickens: Using my images for any purpose and in any way, without prior permission, may lead to legal action!
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This ahot has been taken in Uzhgorod (Ukraine) some years ago when I was temporaly working there. After finishing the work every day I used to go to the downtown and was “fishing” in that uniques feeling that I had nevef felt before.
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Immeasurable time and space ....... capabilities and cosmic awareness. / PLEASE VIEW IN LARGE FORMAT FOR OPTIMUM RESULTS / / ___ All The Materials Contained May Not Be Reproduced, Copied, Edited, Published, Transmitted Or Uploaded In Any Way Without My Permission. My Images Do Not Belong To The Public Domain. © 2008Joyce Dickens: Using my images for any purpose and in any way, without prior permission, may lead to legal action!
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...cause tomorrow is remembrance day. In Flanders Fields In Flanders fields the poppies blow / Between the crosses, row on row, / That mark our place; and in the sky / The larks, still bravely singing, fly / Scarce heard amid the guns below. / We are the dead. Short days ago / We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, / Loved, and were loved, and now we lie / In Flanders fields. / Take up our quarrel with the foe: / To you from failing hands we throw / The torch; be yours to hold it high. / If ye break faith with us who die / We shall not sleep, though poppies grow / In Flanders fields. — Lt.-Col. John McCrae
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part of the forgotten fairy tale series.
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Having put my back out a few days ago, its been hard for me to get round, so out come the Omax Close Up Lenses to do a bit of macro work. / The miniature Roses seemed to enjoy being outside for a while, in some warm Autumn sunshine and fresh air, and a quick shower of rain For someone Special. Hope you like it. / Thanks for looking. Best Viewed Large. Pentax K110D. / Pentax 18-55mm Lens, @ 50mm. / +4 and +1 Omax Close Up Lenses. / f/ 5.6. / ISO 200. / 1/90 exposure.
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A broken heart, a lost love. One person’s despair and hope they will find their true love. Original photograph, Melbourne, Australia For more artwork, go to www.graffiterati.com or visit my blog and post comments / sevenbreathsgraffiti.blogspot.com
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Written by ~ Charles Dickens: And Angel Voices Say… The pure, the bright, the beautiful / That stirred our hearts in youth; / The impulses to wordless prayers, / The streams of love and truth; / The longing after something lost, / The spirit’s yearning cry; / The striving after better hopes… / These things can never die. The timid hand stretched forth to aid / A brother in his need; / A kindly word in grief’s dark hour / That proves a friend indeed; / The plea for mercy softly breathed / When justice threatens high; / The sorrow of a contrite heart… / These things shall never die. Let nothing pass, for every hand / Must find some work to do; / Lose not a chance to waken love; / Be firm and just and true; / So shall a light that cannot fade / Beam on thee from on high, / And angel voices say to thee… / “These things shall never die.” / All profit goes to Feed The Children As of December 9, 2009 ~ 1014 views. / December 9, 2009
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i want to hold your hand my inspired art series .
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WILD & FREE / / Polar bear cubs and mum cuddle-up with each other on an ice floe. / / The sea ice is shrinking at an alarming rate, which has a huge impact for the bears as this is their main hunting ground. More and more bears are being found to have drowned while trying to find the ice, even though they can swim up to sixty miles or so! / / I hope the ice does not completely vanish and that they always have somewhere to hut! (Spitsbergen – Scandinavian Arctic) / /
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My son, Johnny, resting on the trampoline at twilight. Taken with a Canon 400D. Placed in the Top Ten in the First Things Group challenge: Il bel far niente… – July 09. Featured in THE WAIST UP – Portrait Photography Group / – April 2009 – thank you! / Featured in Family Unlimited / – October 2009 – thank you very much!
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One of my very first macro’s way back when!!! Re-processed-slight change in hue/colour Water drop on a flowers petal Canon 400D / canon 100mm usm macro lens
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A little red leaf growing on a tree of green out in my yard in Amherst, Virginia. Taken with my Canon Powershot SX110 IS / FEATURED IN ALL ABOUT HEARTS / FEATURED IN LOVE IS / FEATURED IN LEAVES / FEATURED IN AFFECTION / /
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I have posted the lyrics to this song before, however, I thought of the same song while creating this artwork of Mary holding Jesus as a baby. Photograph of a statue of Mary and Jesus as a baby; enchanced with several software programs. / As of December 15, 2009 ~ 172 views This image is available as a card with verse inside on Zazzle Mary Did You Know Mary did you know that your baby boy will one day walk on water? / Mary did you know that your baby boy will save our sons and daughters? / Did you know that your baby boy has come to make you new? / This child that you’ve delivered, will soon deliver you. Mary did you know that your baby boy will give sight to a blind man? / Mary did you know that your baby boy will calm a storm with his hand? / Did you know that your baby boy has walked where angels trod? / And when you kiss your little baby, you have kissed the face of God. / / December 6, 2009
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