Nature silhouette
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This is an original photograph / graphic art design.
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Soaring Seagull was captured while riding a ferry in the Puget Sound Waters of Washinton on a ride from Seattle to Bremerton.
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Maunaleo ~ Journey With Spirit ~ Keali'i Reichel
by Sharon MauMahalo a nui loa to the hosts for featuring my image in Featured Art / The True Beauty Group...
Mahalo a nui loa to the hosts for featuring my image in Featured Art / The True Beauty Group Featured Art 17 February 2009 / In Another World Featured Art May 2009 / Inspired Art From my collection: Darkly, deeply, beautifully blue! / Maunaleo ~ Journey With Spirit Copyright © Sharon Mau 2009 / All Rights Reserved This is one of my signature pieces, a composite of seven of my images blended into one using photographs I have taken on the lava seacliffs of Wai’anapanapa Maui Hawai’i blended with Alaska skies and an enormous full moon. / Wai’anapanapa is a beautiful state park and a protected sacred area here on Maui. It is also where Jacob and I married. / / Maunaleo ~ Journey With Spirit is dedicated with deepest respect and appreciation for Keali’i Reichel. This beautiful mele is one of my favourites and I love the gentle power of his angelic voice. It is the beautiful Maunaleo mele Keali’i composed for his beloved Mother, Lei. “Carleton Lewis Keali’inaniaimokuokalani Reichel (born 1962) popularly known as Keali’i Reichel, is a popular and bestselling singer, songwriter, choreographer, dancer, chanter, scholar, teacher, and personality from the State of Hawai’i. He has spent his life educating the world about Hawaiian culture through music and dance. Maunaleo is one of his most beautiful songs and one of my favourites! / Lyrics Source: Keali`i Reichel album “Melelana” Copyright 1999 Punahele, Inc. – “Composed for Keali`i’s mother Lei, she is compared to the majestic sentinel mountain, Maunaleo, who guards, comforts, nourishes and loves her people. Mälie is the gentle wind of the area. ~ Maunaleo – Words by Keali`i Reichel & Puakea Nogelemeier, Music by Keali`i Reichel ~ “He aloha nö `o Maunaleo / I lohia e ke kilihuna / Kohu `ahu`ao no ka uka / He kamalani kamaehu kau i ka hanoë / He kamalei, kamahiwa pä i ka lani ë / ka lani ë He aloha nö `o Maunaleo / I lohia e ke kilihuna / Kohu `ahu`ao no ka uka / He kamalani kamaehu kau i ka hanoë / He kamalei, kamahiwa pä i ka lani ë / ka lani ë Po`ohina i ka `ohu kolo / Kahiko no ka poli `olu / Apo `ia e nä kualono / He hi`ina, hi`ialo, alohaë / Hi`ipoli, hi`ilei, hi`ilanië / ilanië Po`ohina i ka `ohu kolo / Kahiko no ka poli `olu / Apo `ia e nä kualono / He hi`ina, hi`ialo, alohaë / Hi`ipoli, hi`ilei, hi`ilanië / ilanië Eia ku`u lei aloha / No Maunaleo i ka nani / `Ohu`ohu i ka Mälie / He kamalani kamaehu kau i ka hanoë / He kamalei, hamahiwa pä i ka lani e / ka lani e Eia ku`u lei aloha / No Maunaleo i ka nani / `Ohu`ohu i ka Mälie / He kamalani kamaehu kau i ka hanoë / He kamalei, hamahiwa pä i ka lani e / ka lani e No Maunaleo ke aloha kü i ka la`i e Aloha ë, alohaë ~ Beloved indeed in Maunaleo ~ / Sparkling in the light, wind-blown rain. A finely woven cloak for the highlands. / A cherished one, respected for power and strength. / Esteemed, treasured, touched by heaven. / Capped by the silver of the rolling mists. / An adornment for that gentle heart. / Embraced by the surrounding ridges. / One to hold close, to hold near, to love. / One dear to the heart, precious, exalted. / This is my garland of affection for Maunaleo in its beauty. / Glorified by the Mälie breeze. / A cherished one, respected for power and strength. / Esteemed, treasured, touched by heaven. / For Maunaleo is the serenity of deep love. / Beloved are you, beloved indeed.” .... If you would like to hear his beautiful song, click on the hyperlink below / Maunaleo by Keali’i Reichel Canon EOS Digital Rebel XTi This image is also offered as a Tshirt, postcard, stamp and other products. If you would like to see it on any other products, please let me know. Mahalo! / My Zazzle Site>
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In the stars His handiwork I see, / On the wind He speaks with majesty. / Though He ruleth over land and sea, / What is that to me? / I will celebrate Nativity, / For it has a place in history, / Sure, He came to set His people free, / What is that to me? Till by faith I met Him face to face, / And I felt the wonder of His grace, / Then I knew that He was more / Than just a God who didn’t care, / That lived away out there / and ….. / Now He walks beside me day by day, / Ever watching o’er me lest I stray, / Helping me to find that narrow way, / He is everything to me. Words and music by Ralph Carmichael
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Stachia and Jovan / Keiki o ka ‘Aina / Kamali’i Pa’ani ma Ho’okipa / Maui North Shore Hawai’i Copyright © Sharon Mau
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There are no rules of architecture for a castle in the clouds. Makawao Union Church in evening light ~ Makawao Hawai’i Copyright © Sharon Mau 2009 / All Rights Reserved The church of the open mind, the warm heart, the inspiring soul, and the social vision. G. K. Chesterton, The Everlasting Man 1925 “Gilbert Keith Chesterton, better known by his initials as G. K. Chesterton, was an English essayist, novelist, poet, journalist, and author of literary and social criticism. Chesterton was a somewhat contentious man, writing on many subjects about which he had strong feelings, but always with charm, wit, and generosity. In 1925 he published The Everlasting Man, which incorporated many ideas suggested in his earlier works. It reflects his own spiritual journey” / “He then asks the next logical question. Is the Church a continuation of Jesus or a breaking away from him? The first might seem hard to accept, but the second involves even greater difficulties. As a help to making the correct choice, Chesterton asks us to reflect on the analogy of a key. Its truth depends on whether it fits the lock. You won’t get very far analyzing its seemingly odd shape. What you have to do is see if it opens the door. In reflecting on the key (the creed) Chesterton uses what he calls “the witness of the heretics.” (a.k.a. dissenters) Each one tried to reshape the key. The church has constantly resisted that. As Chesterton brilliantly illustrates, only if the key retains its shape will it unlock the door. In the final chapter Chesterton gives one of the most remarkable arguments for the truth of faith: the “five deaths” of the Church. We are not the first ones to live in an age which has concluded the church was moribund, passé. But it has experienced some remarkable resurrections like a phoenix rising from its own ashes. Chesterton analyzes five times when that happened and offers his reflection on what that means for us today.”
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Copyright © Sharon Mau 2009 / All Rights Reserved From my collection: / Wilderland ~ Alaska North Star Winter Scenics A beautiful late October Alaska winter sunset casts a rainbow spectrum of pastel colours and illuminates the snowmobile tracks, ice and snow covered surface of Chena Lakes ~ Alaska North Star “I am happy even before I have a reason. I am full of Light even before the sky can greet the sun or the moon. Dear companions, / We have been in love with God / For so very, very long. / What can Hafiz now do but / Forever Dance!” Quote from I Heard God Laughing ~ Renderings of Hafiz ~ Translation by Daniel Ladinsky. Canon EOS Digital Rebel XTi / 27 October 2007
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From my collection: / Song of a Dream ~ The Golden Threshold Copyright © Sharon Mau 2009 / All Rights Reserved Sunset near Goldstream / Interior Alaska North Star This is a composite of two images taken in the same location at the same time stitched one over the other so that you may better see what I see as I am standing here gazing at this sensational sunset as the swans are feeding in the peat bog nearby. “There is a quiet spirit in these woods, / That dwells where’er the gentle south-wind blows; / Where, underneath the white-thorn, in the glade, / The wild flowers bloom, or, kissing the soft air, / The leaves above their sunny palms outspread. / With what a tender and impassioned voice / It fills the nice and delicate ear of thought, / When the fast ushering star of morning comes / O’er-riding the gray hills with golden scarf; / Or when the cowled and dusky-sandaled Eve, / In mourning weeds, from out the western gate, / Departs with silent pace! That spirit moves In the green valley, where the silver brook, / From its full laver, pours the white cascade; / And, babbling low amid the tangled woods, / Slips down through moss-grown stones with endless laughter. / And frequent, on the everlasting hills, / Its feet go forth, when it doth wrap itself In all the dark embroidery of the storm, And shouts the stern, strong wind. And here, amid / The silent majesty of these deep woods, / lts presence shall uplift thy thoughts from earth, / As to the sunshine and the pure, bright air / Their tops the green trees lift. / Hence gifted bards / Have ever loved the calm and quiet shades. / For them there was an eloquent voice in all / The sylvan pomp of woods, the golden sun, / The flowers, the leaves, the river on its way, / Blue skies, and silver clouds, and gentle winds, / The swelling upland, where the sidelong sun / Aslant the wooded slope, at evening, goes, / Groves, through whose broken roof the sky looks in, / Mountain, and shattered cliff, and sunny vale, / The distant lake, fountains, and mighty trees, / In many a lazy syllable, repeating their old poetic legends to the wind. And this is the sweet spirit, that doth fill / The world; and, in these wayward days of youth, / My busy fancy oft embodies it, / As a bright image of the light and beauty / That dwell in nature; of the heavenly forms / We worship in our dreams, and the soft hues / That stain the wild bird’s wing, and flush the clouds / When the sun sets. Within her tender eye / The heaven of April, with its changing light, / And when it wears the blue of May, is hung, / And on her lip the rich, red rose. / Her hair is like the summer tresses of the trees, / When twilight makes them brown, and on her cheek / Blushes the richness of an autumn sky, / With ever-shifting beauty. Then her breath, / It is so like the gentle air of Spring, / As, front the morning’s dewy flowers, it comes / Full of their fragrance, that it is a joy / To have it round us, and her silver voice / Is the rich music of a summer bird, / Heard in the still night, with its passionate cadence.” ~ Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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Morning golden fire sunrise in a small town of Yorkshire / Nikon D60 / 55mm / Early morning in Filey, North Yorkshire near Scarborough.
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english sunrise in yorkshire small town early in a morning / nikon D60
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English sunrise in yorkshire small town / Nikon D60 / 55mm
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English sunrise in yorkshire small town
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Illustrated summer background with the sun; a silhouette of the face of the girl and butterflies
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poppyheads
by leylaabunch of poppyheads in a jug
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Watercolour painting
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Watercolour painting
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Watercolour painting TOP TEN IN THE CHALLENGE PAINTERS ONLY CHALLENGE
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Attention buyers: / The front brunches are intentionally blurred to give the fog effect and is best viewed from a distance. Background fog as is. Nikon D60, North Yorkshire, Filey, England THE WINNER OF THE CHALLENGE Beauty in your Community TOP TEN IN THE CHALLENGE Peaceful Scenes
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Watercolour painting
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Watercolour painting
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Watercolour painting + PS Original: /
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Nikon D60, PS CS3 & Orton effect, North Yorkshire, Filey, England and very foggy day
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