Planting rose
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Photographic based digital montage, 2007 (1 from series of 6 – redesigned from 2004/5 Japanese Series) Shot the tree, flowers, roses, birds, combined with drawn elements & filtered the lot. Approximately 50 Photoshop layers.
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Photographic based digital montage, 2007 (1 from series of 6 – redesigned from 2004/5 Japanese Series). Re-worked combining two from the series. Shot the tree, flowers & combined them in P/S with drawn elements & filtered the lot. Approximately 50 Photoshop layers. Generally I tire of my artwork yet still love this series to this day.
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Great as a wedding, get well or simply friendship card, this cloth rose was made with love…
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Oil on canvas. Size 37” x 37”. In the group “Oil Painting” this painting won 1st place / in the challenge “FLOWERS”.
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Kind of makes you feel special :)
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Another of the flowers from my show on flowers and poems to her. “She had been broken and as I gained her trust then she opened up to me and what I saw was her never ending beauty” Hope you enjoy
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Grand Ma passed away six months ago it seems like yesterday. / She wanted to live to be one hundred she was just a year away. / I loved to visit with Grand Ma to me she seemed so young. / She had away about her that made time drift away. / She told me silly stories about when she was real young and men wore hats and courted her from a long long time past. / She talked about what it was like to be young way back then. / When simple things like a summers swim or riding on a bike would make conversation last long in to the night. / And an auto was a rich mans toy that really brought strange smiles. / She told me all the stories about how they use to dance. / And put on all their fancy things to maybe find romance and a man would come and take a bow an asked her for a dance ! / The hand was all that ever touched but that was strong enough! / And then when the Charlston came to town the people went real wild! / She talked about the first war and what it did to everyone, hiding in the basement crying as bombs fell all around! / She said that was a living hell! / And then she talked about the second one and running from the Russians in to the arms of the USA that was for her a blessing! / But of both she was afraid! / She liked it back in the days when men wore hat’s and dressed real nice not like these kids today! / She looked at me and said poor thing these times are really crazy!! / You’ll never understand the life we lived back not too long ago. / How reading by a fire made a spooky story oh so frighting! Not like sitting at the TV as your brain cells fall to sleep! / She talked about all the things she did with her three dead sisters. / And the one thing she loved the most was planting roses. / She talked about the fun she had and the laughter they all shared in the German Black Forest planting all types of roses. / She told me that the rose to her was the strongest of the flowers! / Because it learned over many long years how to protect its beauty! / She said a thorn was there to keep a man fingers from the attack! / And that the Rose to her was every woman’s sweet young heart usually broken by a man! / She said until a man took extra care to gently take the rose, he would be forever bitten by that neckless that she wore! / Grand Ma’s house was full of roses and that was her special bloom! / Not one time did I come by was a rose not in full view! / So there I was in my Kitchen looking at this rose today, and then it looked right back at me oh God I said no way! / It scared me half to death! / And right then and there I knew exactly who was looking straight at me!
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This is not one of the flowers from my show and poems for her but will be in my book. I kiss your lips my lovely dove your trembling in my arms. / Your here tonight to give yourself it’s you that wants not I. / You settle into my arms and touch my face so soft. / And then you kiss me on my neck and tell me I am loved. / You come to me my precious love your hands shake from your fear. / You touch me where you’ve never gone I feel your pounding heart. / I hear you say that its ok you want this more than I. / But my love for your virtue tonight I must deny. / I want you too my body says my mind says this is wrong. / I want to hold you in my arms as any man would do. / But something says I need to wait until that time is right. / And look at you with loving eyes and not with shame tonight. / I feel like we are cheating two kids out in the car. / But here we are both adults but love this isn’t right. / I want to say please baby lets just wait awhile. / And then when your my lovely wife I’ll know the time is right. / And then I’ll look you in the eyes without one ounce of doubt.
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This isn’t one of the flowers from my show and “Poems for Her” but will be in my book! Dawn Breaks before my eyes and your six thousand miles away. / I see the fire start to rise right before my eyes. / I feel the flea’s inside my shirt biting down on me. / And I think about you in our bed safe without me. / Dawn breaks another day its been two years of this. / It seems to me that this dry place has made me hate the sun. / And as I look out on the horizon all that I can see, is sand forever and then forever more. / Dawn breaks before my eyes I wonder who has died. / I hear mortar fire far off in the hills I bet its them again… killing some of us. / Dawn breaks its night where you are. / Safe in our green land. / I can smell your hair and feel your skin as I look at this dry place. / I see your smile as I think about who’s that way out there? / Is it a friend or will I have to kill again today? / I killed a man yesterday as I thought of you. / My soul died with him as he fell to the sand, I wondered who he was! / But this is war so they say, so I hold on to that thought. / Without that thought I just might crack up! / I am not the kid who left your arms two long years ago. / You asked me when I was back on leave if I had killed someone? / What could I say but a lie “I never shot my gun”. / When every night someone’s been shot and I am dying with him too. / I am here to kill thats my job to protect my country’s needs. / But what they are I still don’t know but then I’am just a Joe. / Dawn breaks as you sleep I think of you each day. / Without you there I’d go insane this place is so unreal. / To think that children have no choice but to live with death each day. / And all I ever knew when I was young was will the Yankees win. / I look into their tiny eyes an ask what will they do when they grow up? / An then my captain says to me watch out they’ll kill you too! / I look at them so young so small their eyes have seen it all. / And all I ever knew back then was swimming in the pool. / I don’t think they’ve ever seen a pool or know even how to swim. / But one thing as I look at them I see that their old men. / Dawn breaks as I think of you another day has gone. / Its night time here I’ve watched the sun roll away again. / And with its setting in the sand I see a new night come. / And with the night gun fire comes from the hills again. / I watch as I see gun fires light coming from the hills. / My minds grown cold to its fire I’ve seen so much of it! / And deaths at times can be a friend just to leave this place. / Its so crazy here thank God you’ll never know such fear. / Thank God I have a safe place this night the shots are miles an miles away. / Next week it will be my turn to ride up in them killing hills, so this is my time to think of you! / I ask myself as I pray that I get home safe to you, oh lord don’t let me get killed by sniper fire tonight? / Nights are long in this place they never go by fast. / It seems to me that time is dragging it’s lazy ass. / Nights are lonely and days are long it seems like fifty hours in a day. / I scratch myself till I bleed these damn flea’s it seems are working with the enemy! / And now I see the sun come up again full of angry fire, as if its in protest of this hateful place. / The flea’s have made a meal of me each an every night. / It seems they are the only ones who will win this useless fight! / Dawn breaks and I wonder who has died? / One day closer till I am home safe in bed with you. /
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Simply Red
by IngzCanon 350D Featured in Flowers in Macro 20 December 2009 / Winner of the Flowers in Macro challenge December 2008 / Winner of the Extreme Close ups challenge December 2008 / Featured in Portugal 8th June 2009
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I photographed a picture frame and then made a montage using a number of flower photo’s I have captured in the last 12 months. The editing was done in Paint Shop Pro. Each flower was cut away from it’s background using the selection tool and then placed where I wanted it in the scene, on it’s own layer. I used the Deform Tool to scale down all of the flowers, except the Frangiapani. I made sure to reduce the length and the width of the flowers in equal percentages so that their shapes were not distorted which would have degraded the image quality.
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I picked out these roses for my father to give my mother for Valentine’s Day. They’re such a deep red color and the petals are velvety…almost black. I love those type of roses. I used a really low white balance when I shot this to give it a more bluish tone. Enjoy!
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Canon 350D / F/5.6 / 1/60seg / ISO-400 Featured in Colour me a Rainbow 2009 / Featured in a Fascinating Purple 31st October 2009
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Vector art background with decorativ floral ornament
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Macro of a red rose with waterdrops taken with a Samsung GX20 and a Sigma 50mm macro lens. Straight from the camera (except for the RAW conversion process). Roses are ancient symbols of love and beauty. The rose was sacred to a number of goddesses (including Isis and Aphrodite), and is often used as a symbol of the Virgin Mary. ‘Rose’ means pink or red in a variety of languages (such as Romance languages, Greek, and Polish). A red rose (often held in a hand) is a symbol of socialism or social democracy: it is used as a symbol by British, Irish, French, Spanish, Portuguese, Norwegian, Danish, Swedish, Finnish, Brazilian, Dutch and other European labor, socialist or social democratic parties. This originated when the red rose was used as a badge by the marchers in the May 1968 street protests in Paris. The White Rose was a World War II non violent resistance group in Germany. A bouquet of red roses is often used to show love. It is used as a Valentine’s Day gift in many countries. On St George’s Day in Catalonia people offer dark red roses as gifts, especially between lovers. The Virolai, a hymn to the Virgin of Montserrat, one of the black Madonnas of Europe, begins with the words: “Rosa d’abril, Morena de la serra…” (April rose, dusky lady of the mountain chain…). Therefore this virgin is sometimes known as “Rosa d’abril”. The red rose is thus widely accepted as an unofficial symbol of Catalonia.
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Pink Rose / Un-edited Direct from the camera using natural light. CANON EOS400D, TAMRON MACRO LENS. / TV 1/250, AV 8.0, ISO SPEED 1600 > >
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Canon 350D / F/8 / 1/200seg / ISO-400
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Rose
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The base image is a detail from an old brass and copper jardiniere (which is only 4 inches in diameter). I added a texture layer and did some painting. Photoshop Elements 3. /
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