Paradise
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“A Touch of Paradise” Photography & Artwork / by Holly Kempe © Sunrise in tropical Mission Beach, far north Queensland, Australia. “Flamingos walk, and sway in peace / Seeing this, it makes my troubles cease / The sun is hiding, leaving a pink scar / That stretches right across the sky / Thats all weve seen so far / And all I do is look into your eyes / For that special touch of paradise / Just a touch, a touch of paradise / Just a special touch of paradise / You hold my hand, thats when we kiss / And it doesnt take long no, until I get the gist / Of this love that stretches out across the land / Where rainbows flash, as were walking in the sand / And all I do is look into your eyes / A touch of spring, and autumn sweet / Well the trees vibrate when our eyes meet / And I think of all the love that we have been making / You touch my hand and I walk off shaking / And all I do is look into your eyes.” / ~Ross Wilson and G Smith
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Original design
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The area here around Hilversum really is a cyclist´s paradise. So I do 98 per cent of my trips by bike. in the course of time you will see quite a number of paths. This one actually is not an official cycling path, but rather a small road, but its special atmosphere tempted me to share it with you today already, knowing that quite a few of you like my misty shots. For those who might think we have mist here in the Netherlands all the time, let me tell you that we only have it on a few days, as there is far too much wind for mist on most days. But I have made mist photography my special hobby in the past years and must say that I enjoy it tremendously. So I try to go out whenever there is such a day. To be able to share some of this joy with you is a great boost for my photographic work! Actually this is again a typical Sunday morning shot. While fewer and fewer people go to Church here at that time, more and more go out into nature, walking, cycling, horse-riding, boating … So if you want a really quiet nature world in this over-crowded country on a Sunday, be home on Sunday morning at 9 am at the latest. When these guys chased along me, it was already two hours beyond that safety date! Near Maartensdijk, 23rd December 2007, 11.03 am / Nikon D80, Nikkor 18 – 200 mm at 200 mm / F 8, 1/250, ISO 200
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Took this image yesterday morning from Kingspark at sunrise . / Was a 10 image stitch panorama Various images of mine are for sale on various finishes and sizes from Gloss and lustre, Metallic and Fuji Flew prints. Laminating and Mounting are available and framing service are available for local customers. Any enquires please contact me by email at kirkhille (@) westnet . com . au . For more information on my photographs you can visit my blog at http://kirkhille.wordpress.com/ All images are © Kirk Hille, All Rights Reserved. You may not use, replicate, manipulate, redistribute, or modify this image without my express consent
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A photo of St-Simeon’s pier, the most beautiful place I saw when I went for my little 3 days trip.While taking this shot ,a nice couple on a moto talked to me ,I ask for a little auberge to sleep for the night and they decided to invite me to their home.That’s Quebec,I would have done the same but it was a first for me…couldn’t believe it.I sent some photos by email and they were very happy.They are living at five minutes from there in a beautiful place called La Malbaie near the St-Lawrence river.The same day in the afternoon I took «Pointe-au-Père» and in the evening the sky became lavander blue,a real dream. / / /
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Take me down to the paradise city Plaese open new tab for music thx
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Lights of Surfers Paradise looking across the Nerang River. / Taken with Canon 400D, Canon 17-85mm lens,tripod and remote shutter. 24mm f8 at 30 sec. © Rhonda Ramadge 2008. All photographs and artworks in this portfolio are copyrighted and owned by the artist, Rhonda Ramadge. Any reproduction, modification, publication, transmission, transfer, or exploitation of any 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.
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“Love Rests on No Foundation ~ It is an endless ocean, with no beginning or end. Imagine, a suspended ocean, riding on a cushion of ancient secrets. All souls have drowned in it, and now dwell there. One drop of that ocean is hope, and the rest is fear.” ~ Quatrains of Rumi Plumeria Blossom on Lava Rocks / Hamoa Beach Maui Hawai`i Copyright © Sharon Mau / All Rights Reserved Featured in Natural Colour and Light group 25 December 2008 Canon EOS Digital Rebel XTi This lovely Plumeria blossom floated from the tree which arches overhead as I was walking down the stone steps to the luxurious black sand beach of Hamoa, one of my favourite beaches on Maui. I was captivated with the beauty of it resting softly on the lichen blanketed lava rock and the contrasts of soft sensual beauty with the rough textures of the hardened magma. Of course I instantly stopped and photographed it. It is one of my favourites and I am happy you enjoy it
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Taken from Burleigh Headland across to Surfers Paradise. 30 second ‘time exposure’
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Location: Elk Grove California / Technique: HDR (High Dynamic Range) and Time Lapse This was absolutely the hardest sequence of shots I have ever done,,,, Ever! Loved the way the trees lined up along this dirt road except that they were originally only on the right side. Did my HDR sequence at about 6:30pm just for the trees. Then I shot a 1260 second exposure with an ND Cokin Gradual filter later at about 10pm in complete darkness with only the moon for light. Featured in Group: / “Live Long & Dream” – Dec 10/2008 / . / . / .
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Lost In Paradise / 4 feet by 6 feet Acrylic on hand stretch canvas / . / Music by SADE / . / Featured in Art Nouveau and the Arts & Crafts Movement / . / .
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This brightly coloured acrylic painting of a strelitzia (Bird of Paradise) with a heron beside it trying to imitate its majestic pose. Original painting has been sold.
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Surfers Paradise Beach at dawn. Nikon D200 / Tamron 17-50mm
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my rabbit Yana was a bit confused when she was put between all that delicious food ^^ Photographed inside, with several lights on. Used cloth as background and underground Canon EOS 350D + 17-85 IS USM Canon lens
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surfers view / Portugal
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playing in my thoughts today….asking..about spirits playing…and then this kinda just evolved…..as i went deeper in the thought…xx i started with the photo of this beautiful flower and and showed, as i see it… going thru time….. i hope you like this…
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Dedicated to someone who is far away from home and very much missed xx WARNING / ©2009 Globalphotos All rights reserved. / All photographs, text and images by Globalphotos are the exclusive property of Globalphotos – protected under Australian and international copyright laws. / These images may not be reproduced, copied or manipulated without written permission. / No use for Public Domain. / Use of any image for another photographic concept or illustration is a violation of copyright. /
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Nerang River
by drecReturned to this spot for a quick fish approaching sunset. With the cooler days of winter here the bream are starting to show up in large numbers. It’s not a bad view looking across the Nerang River towards the Hi-Rises of Surfers Paradise
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Taken on Mt Hopkins Road, Amado, AZ. / Textures added from CGTextures Nikon D-80 / 18-135 mm lens FEATURED IN THE DIGITAL PHOTOGRAPHY GROUP-11/04/09 / FEATURED IN THE POSTCARD STYLE GROUP-11/20/09*
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Beauty, at it’s best.
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Quite a while ago, a lovely and passionate woman, a wondeful writer [yet not many know this] – wrote a story and asked me my opinion of it. Immediately, after reading it, and wiping the tears from my eyes [no, not kidding], I felt totally inspired to create. We both agreed that I should create my vision image from her story, and it has taken a long time to get there. / / The image vision was instant, but getting it onto a digital image the way I wanted it to look, meant I had to learn certain things. 3D rendering for one [I have practised that on other, previous images], I had to get my merging flawless, and of course, I had to go get the shots I needed as well, and then I could start the work. / I managed to finish the piece, and send a preview to the beautiful writer – she approved, and wanted it posted too – so here we go. Here is the story Once upon a time, deep in the heart of the dark continent, there lived an elephant named Muriel. All elephants are given gifts, and Muriel’s gifts were with words and with memory. Because of the nature of her gifts, she had been assigned a very important task within her herd: she was the chief storyteller. As the chief storyteller, it was her job every night to weave tales from the preceding day’s events to preserve the memories of the herd in a form that would be etched in their hearts as well as their minds. But the job of the chief storyteller wasn’t that simple, as it was also her duty to weave tales to inspire the herd for the new day that followed. Muriel, like all chief storytellers that preceded her, inspired her herd in many different ways. Some nights she told of humorous tales that allowed the elephants to see and learn from the folly of their actions. Some nights she left them in awe of another elephant’s bravery or sacrifice, inspiring them to do greatness in the days that followed. Other nights she told them sorrowful tales of loss that wrenched their hearts and caused them to shed great tears, so that they would be moved to appreciate life and live and love more the next day. / As chief storyteller, Muriel had an even greater gift than those of words and memory: she had a gift of true love. It was widely known amongst the elephants that all chief storytellers must also have a great love, for without a great love the gifts of words and memory fade. Muriel’s love was a big, strong, elephant who had the gift of finding water during the hot summer months, and he had been named the chief water-dowser of the herd. During those hot, dry months, he would lead members of the herd out and together they would find life-giving water for the rest of the herd. Upon returning home, he would walk together and he would share his travels with Muriel. Muriel would then use his words and his love to ignite her gifts and string together the words for her stories. He was Muriel’s life and breath, and she was his. / One hot, dry summer day the need for water was growing more urgent. Muriel’s love knew that he was going to have to lead his group to far away places to find water, and they set out early in the morning on their task. That night Muriel anxiously awaited for her love to return with the other elephants after the long day of water-dowsing. She was anxious because she knew how desperately her herd needed a new source of water, and because it had been a long day for her love and his group, and such long days were dangerous on the plains. Her heart lifted as she saw the group return, but then fell as she saw that her love was not among them. The members of the herd explained that they had searched for water but had been unable to find it, and that her love had stayed behind to continue looking overnight. Her heart grew heavy at the thought of her love out alone in the night, and she set out with her heavy heart determined to find him. / Muriel walked the paths that she and her love had visited together so many times before and saw no trace of him. She called out to him with her heart and for the first time since they had begun their lives together she felt no reply. As the night grew colder and she continued to wander in search of her love she suddenly felt a warmth flowing through her veins. It was a warmth she had experienced many times before; it was the warmth she felt every time she used her gifts to weave her stories and share them with her herd. Muriel felt the warmth guiding her, and she followed its unseen hand through the bush until she came upon a hidden and flowing river. She approached the river as the warmth filled her and completed her and she breathed a sigh of relief knowing her herd would be safe now that water had been found. / Her sigh of relief was temporary, as she had still not found her love. Muriel walked for a distance down the edge of the river, still clinging to a rapidly fading glimmer of hope. She continued, calling out to her love with her heart and having the unfamiliar experience of feeling no reply. She rounded a corner and saw a figure in the moonlight. As she neared the figure, her world suddenly and unexpectedly fell out from underneath her. She gazed at the figure, stunned, seeing what she had known was true in her heart long before. It was the motionless body of her love. / Muriel laid down next to her love and she cried deep tears of an incredible and overwhelming sadness. She cried these tears into the river that her love had found and to which his gift had guided her. As she cried for the loss of her greatest gift she felt her other gifts leave her. She watched helplessly as her memories slipped away. Her heart, losing its own inspiration, lost its gifts with words, and her own ability to inspire fell into the river. / While she cried she determined she would compose one last story. It was the story of her love, of how his gift had led him to the water, of how this pursuit had led him to be shot down by hunters. It was the story of how their love had transcended death so that she would find him and so the herd would be safe. It was a story of wisdom and a story of sacrifice and hardship but ultimately, it was a story of profound and deep love. / As Muriel was too weak to return to her herd, she called out to them. It wasn’t an audible call, but rather it was the same call that her love had sent to her: one that was deep and from the heart. Because the elephants knew her heart from her stories, and had felt her calling them night after night, they felt her immediately and began the trek to be by her side. / When they arrived, Muriel proudly told the story of her love. As she slipped away to join him she finished her story by asking her herd to drink from the river, which they reluctantly did. As they drank from the river, each member of the herd felt a warmth fill them as her gifts of words and of memory that she had shed with her tears flowed into each of them. Though they felt a sadness as they bade their storyteller and dowser goodbye, the herd also felt a sense of oneness and of peace that they had never before experienced. / Over the next few days the herd attempted, with sadness, to choose a new chief storyteller to etch memories in their hearts and minds and to inspire them for each new day. As they tried to choose, however, they realized with great surprise that they no longer needed a storyteller, as each elephant had taken Muriel’s gifts and was now a storyteller in his own right. But they soon realized that what she had given them was even greater than a herd of storytellers. As it is widely known amongst elephants that all storytellers must have a great love, the true meaning of her gift became apparent: Muriel had given them all the gift of true love. ECGardner
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Just another day …...... Rota Island – August 2009 / straight out of the camera / Life on this island is friendly and unhurried and the hospitality is as unforgettable as the magical sunsets. Rota Island is a natural playground with around 3000 inhabitants and is known by many to be Micronesia’s best-kept secret / Rota (Chamoru: Luta) also known as the “peaceful island”, is the southernmost island of the United States Commonwealth of the Northern Mariana Islands (CNMI) and the second southernmost of the Marianas Archipelago. It lies approximately 40 miles north-northeast of the United States territory of Guam. Songsong village is the largest and most populated followed by Sinapalo village (Sinapalu). In 1521, the first European to see Rota, was the lookout on Magellan’s ship Victoria, Lope Navarro. However, Magellan’s Armada of three ships didn’t stop until they reached Guam, so the first European to arrive in Rota (in 1524), was Spanish navigator Juan Sebastian Elcano, who annexed it together with the rest of the Marianas Archipelago on behalf of the Crown of Spain. Rota has diverse flora and fauna.. / Wikipedia ©2009/2010 Globalphotos All rights reserved. / All photographs, text and images by Globalphotos are the exclusive property of Globalphotos – protected under Australian and international copyright laws. / These images may not be reproduced, copied or manipulated without written permission. / No use for Public Domain. / Use of any image for another photographic concept or illustration is a violation of copyright.
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