Marshall
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Marshall Alexa...
Netherlands
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Devalyn Marshall
United States
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Glenn Marshall
United Kingdom
236 creative works found
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My gallery is Copyright © Wandering Soul. All rights reserved. / All the materials contained in my gallery may not be reproduced, copied, edited, published, transmitted or uploaded in any way without my written permission. My images do not belong to the public domain. / Please read the Etiquette Policy and respect it! / Modifying, tubing, cropping, using it for letters or stationeries, layouts, backgrounds, stock, copyrighting, stealing my work is not only against the law but unethical. / Altaring or using without express written permission is stealing. View More ART here!
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James Marshall Hendrix aka Jimi Hendrix, music legend and guitar genius, was born in Seattle, Washington on November 27, 1942. He would have turned 65 today.
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used to run a saw mill in nw tassie
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Pioniri was a name of Young Pioneers of the former Yugoslavia. They were part of the Pioneer Movement and wore red scarves as well as navy blue hats called Titovka. These hats were sometimes white, and bore a red star on the front. A white shirt was often worn with the Pioneer scarf (marama) and the Titovka, although this varied depending on which part of Yugoslavia the particular pioneer was from. Boys often wore navy blue shorts or pants, and girls wore skirts in the same colour, along with white stockings and black shoes. On special occasions, such as a visit from Tito himself, Pioniri sometimes wore traditional costumes from their native regions of Yugoslavia.
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Maine’s Marshall Point Lighthouse.
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A Jack Lead and a Marshall Amp. Together they can do great things when plugged into a beautiful guitar.
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Classic Icon of the music industry
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I was struck by the beauty and ornamental design of this Victorian styled hat that was laced with feathers. Dressed entirely in black, she did indeed look like a widow. This photograph was taken during the reenactment of Calfornia Gold Rush Days located in Old Town Sacramento, California. This photograph was taken in with a Canon XTI. /
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Equipped with a handy feather duster, this woman was beating the star booted cowboy, to stop him from stealing her treasure chest. The look on her face is priceless and the crowd roared wild with laughter! This photograph was taken during the reenactment of California Gold Rush Days, located in Old Town Sacramento, California.
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Cringing women look on as two cowboy are crumpling over and falling down after being shot. This picture was taken during the reenactment of California Gold Rush Days, located in Old Town Sacramento, California
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The bad guy in black, shoots the supposed good guy in white. However, the good guy was trying to steal a treasure chest from a group of women, so I guess he deserved to get shot…This picture was taken during a gun fight reenactment, during California Gold Rush Days, located in Old Town Sacramento, California.
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This fellow who has just been shot looked like a Marshall or Sherrif to me. After all, he is dressed in white, which always represents the good guys in old western movies! Stars were on his boots, but I never did see a badge. This picture was taken during a gun fight reenactment, during California Gold Rush Days, located in Old Town Sacramento, California.
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Brass capped post at the edge of the pew in St Mary the Virgin Church, Sturminster Marshall, Dorset. Thanks for looking. / Hope you like it. Image Info. / 3.05mb. / 3681×5514. / 440dpi. / 55mm focal length. / f5.6. / 1/90 second. / 200iso.
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An afternoon of shoot with a friend, we actually came to this beach, called marshall beach. Loved the view of the water and the bridge. A must go to spot for any photographer!! Hope you enjoy!!
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From a photo of my local church, and tram terminus, at Heworth,1924. Dedicated to my Uncle John, a veteran of the blitz in 1940, who is bravely fighting his final battle., now bedridden with cancer. I visited him on Tuesday 7th, and he was well enough to see this painting. A scene from his childhood. And I placed it by his bedside. He was two, when the photo was taken, (which I used as reference for the painting.) And he is one of the very few, who remember this era of electric trams, when a youngster. The church stone was dark with centuries of industry back then, but is pale golden sandstone, today, since it has been sanded. Watercolour and HB pencil. White gouache highlights. / 14” x 10” Bockingford Semi-rough 140lb paper April 21st. / Dedicated to John Marshall McMenemy 1922-2009.
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As well as dabbling in photography, I am also a closet muso. My little studio – Marshall JTM30, Maton EM225 “Paul Colman Special”, Ibanez RG440 Roadsta, Squier Strat and Crown CK-10 Keyboard. Hey, I don’t have that much of a budget, so something had to be compromised…
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Watercolour & Gouche painting.
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MY LIGHT ON THE SPECTRE THAT IS HAUNTING REDBUBBLE.
by jim marshalI did not come on to RB much over the weekend, nor yesterday as I was doing non-PC stuff but for the few brief moments I did, I sensed so…
I did not come on to RB much over the weekend, nor yesterday as I was doing non-PC stuff but for the few brief moments I did, I sensed something was amiss. Call me paranoid, or delusional, but even on an internet website, there are certain vibes that are as obvious as dogs’ balls. This place, energetically and psychically has felt, to me, like a graveyard these past few days but without the inherent peace. There has been a wave of chill, empty and uninhabited. I have always been one to avoid the dramas and bickering that can go on on these types of sites and will usually not even get myself up to speed on the latest debates. Admitting to myself however that I am, in some way, a part of this “community” I tried to educate myself about what’s happening with this issue about the closure of a bubbler’s account due to “inappropriateness”. I must say that I am unfamiliar with the work of both people involved and only have the “facts” to go by which I read in someone’s journal. Anything in life is potentially something to learn from, to perceive Power and how it plays out. There is, with all human dramas, a deeper cause, something that exists beyond appearances. All the time, we react to appearances, to what is on the surface. For instance; someone gets up at 6am and steps on a nail when they get out of bed. They then drive to the doctor to get a stitch and they get a speeding ticket. Then they go to work and find out they have been demoted. Dejected, they go downstairs to the cafeteria and someone bumps into them and they spill their coffee. Any other day, they would laugh it off. This day however, they launch a vitriolic no-holes-barred assault on this person and condemn them for every sin they have ever committed. To the person on the end of the assult, all they have is this isolated “Now” moment, it just appears, unsolicited, stark and direct. In that isolated “Now” moment, it is not apparent the history, the cause and effect that has led the other person to this moment. Here is where we enter a great paradoxical difficulty, for the person on the end of the barrage is receiving something out of proportion with the event, and with their own action. In other words, getting something that may be unwarranted in some way. Yet from the other person’s perspective, there day has become a whirlpool of circumstance, where the momentum gets progressively stronger to the point where things have become unstoppable. The words spoken, and the energy behind them, seem to have an existence of their own that extends beyond the speaker or the doer. In this way, how could we rightly say that something is unwarranted, since we are dealing now with something more like an Elemental force? Do we blame the sun for shining ot the wind for blowing? It is futile to try and punish the sun or the wind, yet that is exactly what we try to do with humans. It seems, in this situation, there must ultimately be a winner and a loser and in our current case we are assuming the winner is the one whose membership is intact. From what I have seen, the vast majority of reactions on here are in sympathy for the “loser”, an outrage at the injustice. RB is usually a very free place where people can use colourful language, express emotions even the dark ones and can interact with other souls on a conceptual, word-based level. Yet there is also a level we interact beyond words, we are connected in subtle ways also, energetically. The same magnetic attraction-repulsion laws apply here as they do in physical reality and we may be able to learn from them in a similar way. I do not have a solution, not even an opinion. This is not because I am a fence sitter, but because in this type of scenario it is futile to “take sides”. All I can say is, RB has highlighted a problem that exists across the board in human society and it is not only connected to authority (daddy scolding me for stepping out of line by taking away my membership) but it also is how we split “Now” into fragments, when actually Now is one long constant moment (which paradoxically is also quite short). When you were born, it was Now. When you die, it will be Now. And where you find yourself this very moment is not some different, exotic moment but rather it is the exact same moment as when you were born and when you will die. You will not die “over there” in some forgotten niche of consciousness that is “way off in the distance” and so can be forgotten about or pushed aside. This is the great Illusion that puts us in a trance and allows us to be so easily controlled. A divided house is easy prey. Only seeing beyond this illusion grants us freedom and soverignty, and it only comes about if you are sincerely prepared to unlearn what you have been taught, whatever the cost. In truth, the moment you die will be a moment very much the same as this one you are living right now. The fear of death is not a natural condition, it has been inseminated into humans since “civilisation” (slavery) was founded. Someone who is afraid of dying will split all his Now moments up into discrete categories; now I am eating chocolate cake, now I am fighting my brother, now I am voting for Labour, now I am watching telly, now I am studying for my biology exam, now I am hating Sylvia, now I am loving Max, now I am seeking pleasure, now I am avoiding pain…. and somewhere, way off, though I will pretend it is on a different plane… now I am dying. The result of this segmentation of ourself is extremely tragic, though not many see the full extent of its effects. For every time we identify with something different and say, for instance “I am a feminist” or “I like girls” or “I get sad when I watch the news”, we set up in ourselves a resistance to the rest of ourselves. But the shocking part is that each time we “identify” we do not just change our mood like changing gears in our car. Instead each “identity” is a complete being state, right down to the anatomical level. You look in the mirror when you are depressed and then on another day when you are happy, you will see in your body the way you hold tension and breath have produced two entirely different people Where is the constant “I” that we are told we are? It is not there! As circumstances change, so do we. So how could we honestly expect Red Bubble to see that this person, when she made a remark to someone that held an obvious connection to the situation to her but not to someone else, how could we expect the administrators to see the long version of Now playing out in her life? It was the short version that got her into trouble, and that is what society rewards and punishes with people, the short fragmented stunted expressions of Self, the tiny particles of human expression and not the vast mythic Mural of each individual life-form. How could Red Bubble, being a part of this conditioned way of perceiving Now, possibly see it any differently? All instituitions, even the “free” ones are still institutions and they reflect not the sanity of Heaven but the schizophrenia of society.
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Parke County, Indiana is the Covered Bridge capital in the USA. The county hosts 31 covered bridges and annually holds a ten day bridge festival each fall. As part of my Summer 2009 ventures, I spent several days soaking up the historic bridges and southern back country. Although my father and I were not able to see all 31 bridges in the county, we did see quite a few. Please View Larger
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Acacia photo, saturated and manipulated to more flamboyantly portray the national colours of Australia.
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Theatre Wall
by jim marshalForeign movie, only another lonely moviemaker / no subtitle required / but all the great motions of prayer were present like Rumi says of p…
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Ocean Springs, MS
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