Peace sleep
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I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Psalm 139
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photography
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Acrylics & oil pastel on canvas 2008 Copyright. All Rights Reserved to Mariam Muradian. This painting was directly inspired by one of the visions I had in the Native American “Deeksha” Healing/Blessing on New Year’s Eve. My eyes were closed. / I saw penetrating yellow light pouring and radiating out from behind my eyes. I was able to see things in a “Maxfield Parrish way” again. Now consider from whence I have come….. August 2006 I was given a drug to assist my heart; helping to end 40 years of continual “heart attack magnitude” chest pain and to keep me from slipping in and out of consciousness. It was a new, still somewhat experimental, drug on the market….aka “expensive”. In January 2007, after my 13th heart surgery, the drug was increased to get me past a difficult recovery. I began having elevating pressures in my eyes and pain like knives inside my eyes. Very rapidly I lost my peripheral vision, my color vision, and my central vision. My eyes had become extremely light sensitive; I was given the darkest glasses. This was in the middle of painting The Genetic Bill of Rights Painting Series. I had to sort my colored paints into shades of grey (which I fell into quite naturally from my formal art training); I continued to paint in color even though I could not tell you what color it was, apart from some incredibly intuitive color vibrations I would get; sometimes I could even hear the color. The signature piece of that series was painted when I had only a sliver of vision remaining in my left eye. / Because I had so little sensitive vision left, the Blind Society deemed it unreliable and trained me blindfolded. I painted the signature piece 80% blindfolded. It was a beyond trippy time for me!!! During this whole loss of vision, I had the Blind Society coming to my home to train me in skills and navigation. I was taught to use a blind cane. I learned to type and use voice recognition software. I was learning to cook by sound. One day I set out to get the mail: I was gone for two hours, had fallen into a bush, and returned with no mail in hand! I was so overwhelmed and challenged. After much painful testing, it was decided that the new drug was the cause of the blindness. I was left with a lousy choice and no guarantees from the medical community. In October 2007, I found myself a long way from home, down a road that I didn’t like nor was I sure I could reverse, go back to the fork in the road, and choose again. Morphine and the runaway bobsled to hell! So I stopped the drug! I began Chinese Tong Ren. / Miraculously, my sight returned, color too! My peripheral is still not as it was before the drug…..whose complaining?!!! Painting is like candy to me now; I was born with the gift, but now it means even more! My mind and soul are still playing catch up with all that happened. I do not understand the “taking” or the “giving back” of it all…..maybe it is for the comfort of others? I suppose the worst way to come away from such a trial would be with a “metaphorically myopic soul”? (I would like to hear your comments on my last statement, please. Write.) What we see can be such a distracting illusion to the essence of what is really there. Oddly, sometimes I miss the darkness. I remember the lessons of the darkness. As my Father would say, “I have made the circumference.” / Gratitude does not even begin to cover it!.... ~Mariam Muradian See the other paintings in this series! /
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I was listening to this while working on the photo, hence the title. I will go out on a limb and say that that song is THE most beautiful love song I’ve ever heard, or will ever hear in my entire life… it definitely would be the perfect thing to listen to when you’re taking a nice, peaceful walk on the beach, anyway :) *photo taken at Santa Monica beach, CA
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Nina&Gana
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In this photo I believe like someone or something is watching over my dear little Falcon, protecting him… / He looks so peacefull, so at ease, so… / I love you my special little guy! You can read about his special story here: / Because my littlest kitty cat is a cat with such a dramatic start of life, I thought it would be appropriate to make a writing for him, my sweet little Falcon. His first weeks in life where actually very rough. / He was just three weeks old, when found on the grounds of our company, together with his brothers and sisters. / His mommy was captured just a day or two before and brought away, not knowing she had a litter of four kittens. / So there they were, together, yet all alone… hungry, dirty and cold… they stood crying in the middle of the road at our company’s territory. / A lady had seen this and left her desk to get the kittens to safety inside. She than sent a mail to all employees, so I immediately went to the place where she had put them. / I looked in the box, they were all sleeping and at one moment one little kitten helt his head up and for a moment looked me straight in the eyes… so I knew I had to take this one…. / After work, I went to the vet to let him be checked and get information on how to raise him. At that moment, Falcon was as big as a teaspoon. / Loaded with information and special food, I went back home and my task as surrogate mom began… / Falcon cried a lot!! Even all night through and I just didn’t know what to do with him. / The next day, he also didn’t want to eat or drink, so that wasn’t good at all. Back to the vet… / That first week he was at our home, we went to the vet four times! By the end of that first week, he had gotten so weak and thin, that I really feared he wasn’t going to survive. So you can image.. I cried a lot… and prayed he would please stay alive, ‘cause I really loved that little creature!! / The vet told me to carry him around all day, keeping him close to my body , so he would feel my body heath and stay warm, and when he was put in his cage to sleep at night, we had to put him on a special warm water bottle and a lot of soft things to cover him. / It got better with him and was eating and drinking rather well… so he gained weight and got stronger and bigger (to the present day he’s still a lot smaller then the average cat of his age, so we think he had to stop his growth just to stay alive, when he was so week at his early age). The days passed, weeks passed and Falcon was doing really well. And then one day, I had the food bowls in my hand (Pebbles was already a member of our family a couple of months before Falcon arrived). And of course the cats were very exited to get their food… they stormed right after me to get to their food bowls first… / Falcon was standing at his spot and Pebbles jumped on a little three ligged chair (you know those little things, with no back support), the chair tipped over as she jumped and touched it…. and it fel right on Falcon’s tail !!!! / He ran around like he had gone mad and was crying and doing strange… / I tried to catch him, but had hidden himself really well… after a while he came out, but didn’t want to eat… so something was very wrong… / And then… I saw all the blood…. And Falcon didn’t want to be touched… / I called the vet and we had to bring him over immediately… / Back at the vet, we were told that he had to stay there, because his tail was damaged in such a way that the end of his tail couldn’t be saved… the bone was broken completely and the nerves snapped… so he had absolutely no feeling at the tip of his tail…. / The tip of his tail was then surgically removed (he lost about 5 cm). / After that he had to wear a plastic cone head around his neck, to prevent him from licking the wound…. (he was very glad when the wounds were healed, that also the stupid plastic cone could go off) After this, Falcon has been spared from horrifying things, but I’m still very worried about him when he’s going outside, ‘cause he has had such a difficult start in life…
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Young woman sleeping behind mosquito netting.
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My daughter as she sleeps. A poem by author Shel Silverstein, / American poet 1930 – 1999
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Another pic of the saga “discovering elsewhere”, a place with liquid floor and still air – impossible to reach. / Here is a fairy – little girl – woman all in one. / Resting in the purple, in a warm light – dreaming is elsewhere.
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My baby Clover : )
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Dreams
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This camel really needed a break, but these 2 guys did not leave him alone..Khuri, rajahstan, India
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This photo was taken at Sleeping Bear Dunes Beach in NW Michigan.
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All he possesses is the hand-pushed cart, a pair of torn out sandals, a sheet to sleep on and a piece of cloth to sleep under. But he seems to be happiest of them all, as he can still sleep the soundest sleep.
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ACRYLIC ART CALENDARS CARDS POETRY PHOTOGRAPHY – ANIMALS PHOTOGRAPHY -CANDID SHOTS PHOTOGRAPHY – CATS AND DOGS / CATS / DOGS PHOTOGRAPHY – CONTEMPORARY WORK PHOTOGRAPHY – FLOWERS PHOTOGRAPHY – INSECTS PHOTOGRAPHY – TRADITIONALLY TURKISH PHOTOGRAPHY – TREE AND TREE PARTS T-SHİRTS —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-- / CATS ARE US / CHLOE / DIBLEY / KAR / MINTY / LINFORD / “LISA“ / “OLLIE“ / “OTHERS“ DOGS ARE US / BELA / CLYDE -ROTTWEILER PUP / LUCKY / MOLLIE -ROTTWEILER PUP / ROTTWEILER PUPS – THE FIRST FOUR WEEKS / ROTTWEILER PUPS – FOUR WEEKS AND ON / ROTTWEILER PUPS – EIGHT WEEKS AND COUNTING / TROY / “OTHERS“ ROTTWEILER PUPS A litter of 9 rottweiler puppies pups was born 24th March 2009. / Photograph of rottweiler pups at three days old (27 March). Their mother is Bela and he father is Troy. / Taken with Sony Cybershot. The Rottweiler, or Rottweil Metzgerhund (“Butchers Dog”), is a “medium to large size, stalwart dog” breed originating in Germany as a herding dog. It is a hardy and very intelligent breed. Rottweilers also worked as draught dogs, pulling carts to carry meat and other products to market. “Rottweiler breeders aim at a dog of abundant strength, black coated with clearly defined rich tan markings, whose powerful appearance does not lack nobility and which is exceptionally well suited to being a companion, service and working dog.” The Rottweiler was kept busy in these traditional roles until the mid-19th century when railroads replaced droving for getting livestock to market. Although there are still Rottweilers working stock all over the world, many other roles have been found for this versatile breed. During the first and second World Wars, Rottweilers were put into service in various roles including as messenger, draught and guard dogs. Currently they are often used as search and rescue, assistance, guide dogs for the blind, guard and police dogs in addition to their traditional roles. Although an extremely versatile breed used in recent times for many other purposes, the Rottweiler is first and foremost one of the oldest, if not the oldest, of herding breeds. A multi-faceted herding and stock protection dog of exceptional ability, it is capable of working all kinds of livestock under a wide variety of conditions. The breed is an ancient one, whose history stretches back to the Roman Empire. In those times, the legions traveled with their meat on the hoof and required the assistance of working dogs to herd the cattle. One route the army traveled was through Württemberg and on to the small market town of Rottweil. The principal ancestors of the first Rottweilers during this time was supposed to be the Roman droving dog, local dogs the army met on its travels, and dogs with molosser appearance coming from England and The Netherlands. This region eventually became an important cattle area, and the descendants of the Roman cattle dogs proved their worth in both driving and protecting the cattle from robbers and wild animals. However, by the end of the 19th century as railroads became the main method for moving stock to market, the breed had declined so much that in 1900 there was only one female to be found in the town of Rottweil. ROTTWEILER PUPS – THE FIRST FOUR WEEKS / FOUR WEEKS AND ON…. / More products available
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My Black Lab Retriever cross sleeping on the couch. Canon 30D, 28-105mm lens / 1/125, f3.5, iso100, 28mm, with medium flash output
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