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Please Visit: / http://www.philadelphia33.org/ 100% of all your money goes towards the care of extreme rural families in Rural Isolated Villages in Africa. I am an Irish born Missionary living in London I spend much time living with the Kambari tribe, I get to know first hand the challenges they face each day just to survive. I also have the privilege of capturing not only hunger, sickness and often death, but the more happy occasions. This is Grace, and when I first met Grace in April 2007, she was suffering from Chronic Malnutrition. This was taken in December 2007, and the difference is wonderful. Philadelphia Mission a British registered Charity [Reg No:1049410] depend on People like yourself, who donate time in Prayer and Finance to help us provide help and support for Grace and many others like her. Please do Pray for these precious suffering people in extreme poverty and for us as we press on in our mission to help them. I belive in the power of Prayer and a mighty God. I thank you all so much for your help. Without those who give towards the Mission, we just could not do it. Please Visit: http://www.philadelphia33.org/ Camera: Canon EOS400D. Lens: 50-500 Telephoto. WB: Daylight. ISO 100.
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This is from the series Mars Attack “The Passover” The visitors are passing directly over us as we look in wonder. / All eyes are glued to the sky as we stand and tremble. / The dog is barking at the sky I wonder if he knows? / That soon our whole worlds gonna change forced on us by strangers! / My minds confused as I stand and look what the hell is going on? / Just last week we were in the church praying to Baby Jesus. / But this has put a different player in to my religion. / I wonder who he’s praying to or even if he cares! / My wife’s still looking at the sky as I struggle with my mind. / And all my neighbors are in a trance as this thing go’s by. / And little Trudi’s standing there she’s peed in her new blue jeans. / And her friend Kim from down the street has done the same thing too. / And Mike the guy who’s always ready to come and play some cards. / Is on his knees in his front yard praying up to God. / My mind is still a little foggy as I look to all my neighbors and then Judi comes up to me and says she’s really frightened. / It looks to me that everyones scared as we look at it pass by. / And then I hear someone start to scream so loud it waked me from my thoughts. / Its Janis who’s from the next block over she’s the local artist. / I guess this night will get her busy painting brand new things no more fruit on little tables for this pretty lady. / She’s pointing in the other direction and oh Lord what’s that I see? / As far as my eyes will go are these giant flying sauces. / We all stand and look up at the sky I think someone has fainted! / Yep its Fred my kinky neighbor this is even too much for him as he’s passed out on the front yard in his pink rubber suit. / As far as my eyes will take me its full of flying saucer I guess these things aren’t joking now it looks like they mean business! / And running down the streets towards us is my online friend named Karen. / She’s telling everybody that these things are gonna kill us all. / I tell her to sit on the grass and take a little break if they had wanted us dead it would of been all over. / So here we stand all looking up and all that I can see is the sky so full of visitors to bring a change to our blue Planet! End of Part 4
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/ My Red Melancholy is a self-portrait taken from photographic artist Jaeda DeWalt’s, The Red Realm series and is a part of the DeWalt Gallery collection. Self-portrait shot using a digital camera and remote control. Hair, styling and make-up also done by Jaeda DeWalt / —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—- / Available for sale as Laminated Prints, Matted Prints, Mounted Prints, Posters, Canvas Prints and Framed Prints / / -—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-——- / visit the rest of this series . . . / —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—— / My Red Melancholy Under the bright lights / And pristine haze / I look away As sick secrets sinuously sleep / Underneath a surface that is / Poised and pretty and sweet My raven hair scented / With traumatic experiences / Buried alive . . . refusing to die My crimson lips / Whisper / Of a quiet desperation My eyes refusing to shed / The tears of . . . / My Red Melancholy © Jaeda DeWalt listen to Jaeda recite My Red Melancholy / —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-— / browse Jaeda’s photographic art by category: / dreamscapes, artistic nudes, couples, glamour, erotica, conceptual, sensual, portrait, spiritual, survivor art / —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—— /
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Portrait / Architectural / people/culture / Macro / Landscape / Still live / Animal / Nude/FineArt / SunsetCollection / Flowers / Model Maria Anne / Model Saskia Ying / Model Blondie / Model Tammy / Kids / The Book Of Love All The Materials Contained May Not Be Reproduced, Copied, Edited, Published, Transmitted Or Uploaded In Any Way Without My Permission. My Images Do Not Belong To The Public Domain. / © Antoine Dagobert: using this image for any purpose and in any way, without prior permission, may lead to legal action. —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-- After We Make Love / / I’ve been waiting such a long time / For a love that’s real to come my way / Gonna take some getting used to / Now that love is here to stay After we make love / It’s good to be lost in the afterglow / All I’m dreaming of / I just can’t let the feeling go After we make love / I feel I’ve been touched by / All that heaven and earth will allow / All that matters here and now Now the world is full of wonder / You’ve turned my life around in just one day / I love the spell you’ve put me under / Just one kiss can take my breath away All the lonely days and nights / Were well wroth going through / I’m so glad I didn’t give my heart away / So I could give it all to you Whitney Houston / Words and music by: Michael Masser, Gerry Goffin
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/ Haunted is a self-portrait photograph taken from artist Jaeda DeWalt’s Haunting Hands series and is a part of the DeWalt Gallery collection. / —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-— / Available for sale as Laminated Prints, Cards, Matted Prints, Posters, Mounted Prints, Canvas Prints and Framed Prints / / —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-— / About This Image / Image originally photographed using a self-timer and Kodak CN400 film (black & white film that’s processed in C-41 chemistry). / —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-— / Haunted The eyes do not lie / Weakening the surface of the social masks we wear / A bruised and battered soul can betray the prettiest smile / As the pain seeps through to the surface / Speaking volumes to our emotions and life experience © Jaeda DeWalt listen to Jaeda recite Haunted / —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-— / browse Jaeda’s photographic art by category: / dreamscapes, artistic nudes, couples, glamour, erotica, conceptual, sensual, portrait, spiritual, survivor art / —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-— /
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Black-chinned hummingbird nectar feeding. /
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Dat’s right baby, get hip to the jive…
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When Brownie was alive we’d ride our bikes through the dry heat and down the red dirt tracks, tires popping as pebbles flew from our paths, always a hot wind harsh and unfriendly. How I hated that wind. Somehow as children though, we overcome things like this, death and heat, sometimes as adults it’s harder. / At the river we’d gather the stones that had been shaped by the water that ran forever through the valley. Its a trickle now, with the years of drought that followed. But I see it as it was, a brown green snake slithering and winding, seemingly never ending. / Once the stones had been rocks and boulders, hills or cliffs by the ocean. Something for man and animal to stand on up high, or perch, bearers to things seemingly unreachable, but now they were small and worn, carried and tumbled and rounded into submissive pebbles. All semblance of might long gone. / When we had a pile we’d skim them. Counting the bounces, seeing who could throw furthest, bounce highest. Now the stones from our hands were glorious things, slicing through the air and slicking off the water, shooting and arcing. / Alive once again. Michael Douglass, 2009.
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Girls and Women
by Chris WhiteA girl is stories, A woman is truth
For women – you know who you are.
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Pen and Ink- The original has some gold fleck. / Inspired by my favourite verse The Owl and the Pussycat by Edward Lear ORIGINAL SOLD APRIL 2009 THIS WORK WON THE INSPIRATIONS 2 CHALLENGE VOTED BY YOU FANTASTIC BUBBLERS- THANK YOU SO MUCH xxx 2008 FEATURED IN FINE ARTS INFLUENCED BY LITERATURE MAY 2009 (With Thanks xx) Laminate with black surround…........ / High Gloss Mount Board with black background…..... / Small Framed Print with Off White Matt…...... / This Design is available on a fabulous Beach Bag, Ked Shoes and T Shirt, / to view visit my Zazzle site xx /
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Something About...
by JenniferBSomething about the faces of men / who’ve passed through your life to touch you and then / drifted away to begin new lives / forgetting the …
I just lay here on my bed with an old notebook thinking ‘I want to write something about…’ But I still haven’t done it. I guess there’s still something inside of me waiting for the right time. xox
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featured in Exceptional-Ekphrasis 04-04-2009 / featured in Fractal Perception 03-21-2009 / featured in Globes, Sphere’s and Curves 02-28-2009 / featured in NR1 Artists of RedBubble 02-19-2009 MUSIC Now theyre planning the crime of the century / Well what will it be? / Read all about their schemes and adventuring / Its well worth a fee / So roll up and see / And they rape the universe / How theyve gone from bad to worse / Who are these men of lust, greed, and glory? / Rip off the masks and let see. / But thats no right – oh no, whats the story? / Theres you and theres me / That cant be right Fractals created with Apophysis
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This shot was taken in The Water Run on the Coastal Walk in Royal NP just south of Sydney Australia. It was a wild and stormy evening and the sun just started to emerge from the clouds behind me as it was setting. The blue tint to the water comes for a very short period around sunset – you can just see it in any moving water at this time in the right light but the camera really picks it up. Canon 30D / Tv: 1/6sec / Av: f/13 / ISO: 100 / FL: 28mm
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Title from a poem “Buttercup, Poppy, Forget-me-Not” by Eugene Field (1850–1895). An 18 layer composite produced in Photoshop and Painter.
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The stillness of our warmth / two / together / our love is rooted deep
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Portrait / Architectural / people/culture / Macro / Landscape / Still live / Animal / Nude/FineArt / SunsetCollection / Flowers / Model Maria Anne / Model Saskia Ying / Model Blondie / Model Tammy / Kids / The Book Of Love All The Materials Contained May Not Be Reproduced, Copied, Edited, Published, Transmitted Or Uploaded In Any Way Without My Permission. My Images Do Not Belong To The Public Domain. / © Antoine Dagobert: using this image for any purpose and in any way, without prior permission, may lead to legal action. —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-- / Dreams Your hair flows across the pillow like a mountain stream / Moonlight resting on your face still deep in sleep / Eyelids flutter like a bird as dreams unfold / The restful mind still in creative mood The smile that plays upon your lips foretells / The pleasures in the thoughts of night / Unspoken words begin to fill a book / Of wishes, passion, needs and deep desires Your body shifts with sinuous ease / As each new picture now unfolds / Your nakedness a beauty to behold / As rhythmic movement sensuously begins The visions that will now invade your soul / Feeling oh so real in dead of night / The pleasures that the stories tell / Will leave their mark so soft as morning comes A faint but shining film of nightly dew / Has formed upon your silken skin / Reflecting all the dreams that did unfold / Within your heart whilst darkness lay And as your eyes once more perceive the day / With shining light that now instils your brain / A moment will send shivers down your spine / As dreamt of deep desires are left behind / / Phil Sanders / 19/5/05
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/ The Red Facade is a self-portrait taken from photographic artist Jaeda DeWalt’s The Red Realm series and is a part of the DeWalt Gallery collection. Self-portrait shot using a digital camera and remote control. Hair, styling and make-up also done by Jaeda DeWalt About this Image / Image created using a standard color studio self-portrait, layered with a desaturated version and glass filtered version to create a slightly futuristic looking portrait. Self-portrait shot using a digital camera and remote control. Hair, styling and make-up also done by Jaeda DeWalt / —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—- / Available for sale as Laminated Prints, Cards, Matted Prints, Posters, Mounted Prints, Canvas Prints and Framed Prints / / -—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-——- / visit the rest of this series . . . / —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—- / browse Jaeda’s photographic art by category: / dreamscapes, artistic nudes, couples, glamour, erotica, conceptual, sensual, portrait, spiritual, survivor art / -—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-— / The Red Facade I am . . . / The Pretty Pain Container / The Beautifully Bruised Soul / A picture perfect . . . / Version of me I can’t let the red seep through / My porcelain exterior / I can’t let them see / Emotions tainted / In the red hues of pain I can’t let these uncried tears flow / I must maintain / The Red Facade / On the days when i feel like . . . / I can’t find God © Jaeda DeWalt listen to Jaeda recite The Red Facade / —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—— /
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Inspired by the plight of extreme poor and sick children in rural and remote villages in Africa, I have dedicated my Life to helping as many as I can. “Together we can and are making a real difference”. Taken in Tunga/Zuga Village, deep in Kebbe state, Nigeria. Carla Is HIV positive. Since this Photo was taken in December 2007, Carla has improved, with our help. Sadly her mother died in February 2008. Now her Aunt cares for her.Many Children face hardship and in some cases are isolated from care and love within their community. This is where we step in. Please help us to help as many children as we possibly can. All donations goes toward these children. / We cover the charity overheads ourselves and not a penny from donations is ever used for ant other purpose. Hello. My name is Trevor and I am a Missionary. I am founder of Philadelphia Mission, a UK Charity. Reg No: 1049410. All money raised from sale of these photographs will go towards helping children and extreme poverty families in Rural Africa. Please visit our charity website below. Click on link / http://www.philadelphia33.org/ Camera: Canon EOS 400D. Lens: Sigma 50-500 Telephoto.. ISO 200. WB: Auto.
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Divine intelligence are we, who are free / humans progressively learning NOW to be Understanding the light that yearns to see / mirrors of observance, are the wings of ‘we’ Growth from ribbons of acceptance to agree / arise with our tolerance of natures carefree Perceptions ever-changing to explore as trustees / experiencing life as ONE is the masters’ key We will transcend the fear of traumas fantasy / to function together with no “me” guarantees Among ourselves is the power, no external apogee / a team of angels on earth are destiny’s nominees Truths accepted, as we share love peacefully / Our ascension is hope, upon wings of our consents decree. tkrosevear 3/5/2009 This is a digital painting done with Wacom pad/pen in photoshop with the sandstone suface. Done for the “Arise” challenge.
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Buy it here ThomasDodd.com/Store “No Muse-poet grows conscious of the Muse except by experience of a woman in whom the Goddess is to some degree resident…. but the real, perpetually obsessed Muse-poet distinguishes between the Goddess as manifest in the supreme power, glory, wisdom and love of woman, and the individual woman whom the Goddess may make her instrument…” / (Robert Graves)
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This is a composite of two of my photographs taken on the beautiful and luxurious Black Sands of Hamoa Beach Maui Hawai’i “I the human wander lone in wonder amid this grand universe of unbounded space and time You the great keeper of universe / Exist in its infinite wonders / Lone in silence / In the grand home of your own being! Through the limitless lands and times / Through the incountable stars / You are gazing at me I look up towards thee! / All noise ceased in silence / All worlds absorbed in deep peace / Alone / You are! / Alone / I am within, fearless!” ~ Poetry and Songs by Rabindranath Tagore’ Canon EOS Digital Rebel XTi Copyright © Sharon Mau 2009 / All Rights Reserved
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The woks exhibited represent the linkup of two artists, a photographer and a sculptor. Such an attempt to blend two spheres of art is really innovative and a bit unexpected. There had been few who were successful in such an attempt. Both authors, blending their art by the means of the photo art, are the winners. Sculpture, as such, is rather a static art, sometimes “performing” in a specific, sometimes artificial, environment. However, the means of the plastic photography, seemingly, make the sculptures movable, dynamic; they make you feel the sculptures are moving. They become alive, start moving and react both to the environment and the views captured by the photographer. I would like the viewers also note the colour solutions of the photos, aimed at the strengthening of the overall impression of the imagery. The original blend and overlapping of two arts let see the impressive plastic metaphors, giving birth to various associations. /
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“All the charm of all the Muses… / often flowering in a lonely word.” Alfred, Lord Tennyson Face: SD-stock http://sd-stock.deviantart.com/art/Spring-Wall-Hanging-63930447 / Textures: Hibbary http://hibbary.deviantart.com/art/paper-textures-75974801 / Brushes: Merrym http://merrym.deviantart.com / Swirls: http://www.sxc.hu/photo/941243 / Smoke: http://www.sxc.hu/photo/704194 / All else: My own photo stock ©2007-2008 Aimee Stewart, Foxfires / All of my artwork and photographs are © All Rights Reserved Worldwide. / My artwork and photos do not belong to the public domain.
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