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Black-chinned hummingbird nectar feeding. /
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Introducing - The All Things Poetic, Artistic & Philosophical Group.
by Suzanne GermanHello and welcome to all Red Bubblers in this group! I am really excited about reading, exploring and debating artistic pieces of work…
Hello and welcome to all Red Bubblers in this group! I am really excited about reading, exploring and debating artistic pieces of work that are so typical of so many talented writers on RB. A couple of rules: (1) Let’s try to keep it to 1-2 downloads per person on a daily basis to allow the work to be viewed and not flood the group page please. / (2) No stories please these are welcomed at Damien’s group – ‘Spherical Spheres’ / (3) Have fun and be as creative as you like / (4) When commenting or feeding back remember to be sensitive – artists are sensitive people! / (5) Any queries about the group – send me a Bubblemail and I’ll get back to you as soon as I can. Here’s to an unfolding magical journey of creativity and the inspiration that comes with being part of such a wonderful group of people! Enjoy! / Suzanne
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Skies alight with burning fire / Smouldering with clouds of grey / Flashing yellows, to admire / Blinding light in dancing play / To what power can compare / This awesome sight that we behold / What could make a person stare / And make a story here unfold / A feline, such a stunning beast / Who’s beauty cannot be denied / Such beauty for thine eyes to feast / Of shimmered gold and blackened hide / The leopard proudly takes her stance / They say her spots cannot be changed / And while she makes her perfect dance / To want to would just be deranged / By Julie Langford . Julie Langford whom we all know and love here at RedBubble, approached me when I posted the original Poser excited at doing a collaboration where she would apply a sunset to the image. I accepted, and needless to say the result is stunning as you see before you! But then, Julie asked if I would like her to write some prose to accompany the piece when I posted it, and again I accepted. The poem is also hers, and I must say she has made me proud! We hope you all enjoy this collaboration or as I like to call it a “Coolaboration”! I am going to pledge to donate 100% of all sales proceeds from cards and prints of this beautiful collage to Wildlife Conservation Society / / / / / / / Portfolio Areas / Tigers / Wildlife / Macro / Landscape / Birds / Abstracts / Cats~wild and domestic
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How Many Sold so far – 5 tees sold / / / A Christmas Wish A star to light your way / A tree to help you breathe / A heart to help you live a poem written by Karin Taylor —-—-—-—-—-—-- / Created with coloured pencils/marker/pastels on paper / I have kept the price down to $3.99 instead of the usual / $4.95 because it’s a Christmas card….. —-—-—-—-—-—-- / today i was talking to Coppertrees / and she challenged me to come up with something / to do with a beautiful poem she’d loaded and a xmas / tree she’d created…. I came up with the idea…that tiny things are just as important as big things…. / a tiny heart gifts as much life as a huge heart / a tiny tree gives us air to breathe / a tiny star provides light to guide us….. It matters not that things are small, or have small beginnings, they are still worthwhile, as worthwhile as the big things, and as it says in the song / from little things big things grow / /
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It may be difficult to see the writing on the image on your computer, so I’ve added it here to make is easier. I hope you enjoy this as much as I did creating it. Thanks for looking! It’s Because Of You This has been / The best time of my life / And it’s because of you / I now know what it means / To really love and really be loved / And it’s because of you / I awake every morning / To cherish each and every day / And it’s because of you / My life / Is filled with love / And my love is full of life / And it’s because of you / It is / Because of you / Check out more of my art from these categories: / Holiday Cards / Abstracts / Sketches / Birds / Seascapes/Landscapes/Sunsets / / / /
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Just a little bit of something I wrote up, hopefully I might make a series of it.
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. this image is straight from the camera. An early morning sunshine shot through the screen of our Florida lanai sun room. Fort Myers, Florida Sony DSC H 7
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Brown bear aka Grizzly bear (Ursus horribilis), captive zoo animal, digitally accented Wilderness lost The victims of human beings come in all shapes and sizes, from the largest to the small. Gone are the days of grizzlies roaming the prairies of North America for roots and wolf pack leftovers. Everything associated with the prairies is turned to dust, blown to the corners of the globe. One has to travel far to seek out the last truly wild places, those nooks of nature that only the sun and clouds visit with regularity. Someday they too will be but a destination on someone’s itinerary. The wandering, restless soul keeps wild places in their hearts, and when they venture forth into the wood they feel the ripples of time and days gone by flowing like the unstoppable river throughout the hollow skeleton of what once was a place of mystery and passion. The great bears have been pushed to the limit, needing protection even in their remaining strongholds, where man is still a visitor. Golden aspens and billowing birch trees, where the sky is the only rooftop and every direction provides a window. We seek so much to regain the things we destroy, in nature and in love, so why should we weep at the humbleness and sad truth of a mighty creature napping in a concrete jungle? Because one glimpse into its eyes reveals the genes forged from rivers and floods, mountains and valleys, winters of endless desolation and summers of famine and frivolity with cubs. Wilderness was a catch phrase, now it is but a ghost, and time marches on leaving the ramshackled remnants of a once great species. Mighty bear, the hunter, the spirit, symbol of what was and still should be American Wilderness. He, the gentile beast, should spend lazy days napping and berry picking and sratching in thickets of tender alders, pondering as only a wild bear ponders the cottonwood seeds. And yet this is not the way the story goes, this bear goes by the name of Bruce. “The idea of wilderness needs no defense, it only needs defenders.” / -Edward Abbey /
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Alaska North Star Brilliant Skies Copyright © Sharon Mau 2009 / All Rights Reserved “Why would I wonder how you are about today and yesterday a wondering smile or frown because I cannot know and still I want to… But it is not you or your fault, nor is it mine, to accuse myself of anything but being me. And where, if ever, did you get that smile and laugh a little at the things so many people say… And how could I want to hear it (again and again)... Is it absurd for feelings to beg to be felt or do they, or is it just my mind reeling in the years trying not to forget, or yours (your mind is questioning the reason why you can’t touch my hand or feel the warm that is me and know the face again you see always – each night in your dreams when you are drifting in between – you wonder where has she gone) So I search myself to know the answer and often ask for no reason but the asking if I can even know what it was that made some far off voice a reason to ask yourself again can there really be love in this world (love outside of you) love that makes the birds sing. You ask: (what holds the sky up under the wind so that we know what blue is and how it feels to lose the sun when the rain washes it away and makes us blue with all its splatters)... no I can’t explain it, for it is something we have to feel (so far away)... How can I ever tell you I wonder sometimes how you are (what you are doing) if you feel loved … because I can’t see you doesn’t mean you’re not there or not here inside me in every little corpuscle that dances in my veins and keeps me alive to wonder some more… How do you feel (I remember)” by Peter Anthony Canon EOS Digital Rebel XTi
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Butterfly Estates.. Fort Myers, Florida Monarch on .. what I believe is coleander?.. someone help with the name if you can : ) / Source Enchanted Learning .com the following is common Clip art to be used for educational reasons.. and can be used. source is here Eastern populations winter in Florida, along the coast of Texas, and in Mexico, and return to the north in spring. Monarch butterflies follow the same migration patterns every year. During migration, huge numbers of butterflies can be seen gathered together. Nope, those orange things to here t are not autumn leaves… they’re hundreds of Monarch butterflies!
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A monarch Butterflies are beautiful, flying insects with large scaly wings. Like all insects, they have six jointed legs, 3 body parts, a pair of antennae, compound eyes, and an exoskeleton. The three body parts are the head, thorax (the chest), and abdomen (the tail end). The four wings and the six legs of the butterfly are attached to the thorax. The thorax contains the muscles that make the legs and wings move. Butterfly Estates Gardens at Fort Myers, Florida
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A gatehouse at an abandoned steel mill An interesting music video that seemed to fit my mood where I took the title from TheStorage Lackawanna, NY Leica V-Lux 1 /
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This was taken early one foggy and soggy morning in Colorado as the sun rose to shine through the dewdrops. Another trip into the ditch and several odd stares by early-morning hikers…but it is so worth it. :) “Please see my Etsy listing for this image – and purchase a pearlescent metallic print of this photograph.:http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=19111932 This wonderful treasure is one of several taken that morning. Also see Meteor and Infinity. .
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For Her
by Jo O'BrienNSFW
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Fractal Explorer Gen Newton IV Formula. Applied some lacquer in PI. / The Spinning Room In they slip, tumbling and turning, / purest silken threads of thought. / Bright, shining brand new. / Ready to be spun in to rich words. / One moment. I see several breaks / not scissor cut, nor knife / nor pinking. / Burnt / and shrivelled. / No accident. / He was at the entrance / red hot poker to hand / denying a wish to know / It is enough he said / to be colour, / an ornament, a plaything. / Sit and spin for me. / You may keep the waste.
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If we relax into playfulness and whimsical experiment with reminiscence of past events,then we reach a creative process that helps to meditate and alleviate stress; refreshing our imaginations and allowing Spirit to move through. For Paul Wax, ink and acrylics
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....The Future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams …. So dream BIG and believe with all your heart... shot with camera Canon EOS 400D – 100mm 2.8 Macro Lens, Manual Mode, ISO-200, Shutter Speed: 1/200, F/2.8, White balance – Auto Featured in the group Photography 101 December 30, 2008 / Featured in the group DSLR Users Only May 28, 2009 / / More photos: / /
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“FOUND THIS WONDERFUL INFO HERE :.. LINK / _this is a fractal as is, no further editing _THE HISTORIC SHIP NAUTILUS ( US NAVY SUBMARINE MUSEUM!) Visit the Submarine Force Museum and peer into the lives of the men who sail the ocean depths in their “sharks of steel.” Trace the development of the “silent service” from Bushnell’s Turtle, used in the Revolutionary War, to the modern Virginia and Ohio class submarines. Look through one of three operating periscopes and perhaps you’ll see one of the Navy’s newest submarines going by on the Thames River. Relax in one of our theaters and enjoy films of submarines past and present. Even learn how a submarine operates on an interactive computer display. Aboard NAUTILUS, experience first-hand the thrill of being a submariner as you walk the decks that made Naval history: the world’s first nuclear powered vessel, first ship to go to the North Pole, and first submarine to journey “20,000 Leagues under the sea.” Explore the spaces where the crew of this amazing ship worked, ate, slept, and entertained themselves on their long voyages far beneath the ocean’s waves. The Submarine Force Museum, located on the Thames River in Groton, Connecticut, maintains the world’s finest collection of submarine artifacts. It is the only submarine museum operated by the United States Navy, and as such is the primary repository for artifacts, documents and photographs relating to U.S. Submarine Force history. Visit the Submarine Force Museum and peer into the lives of the men who sail the ocean depths in their “sharks of steel.” Trace the development of the “silent service” from Bushnell’s Turtle, used in the Revolutionary War, to the modern Virginia and Ohio class submarines. Look through one of three operating periscopes and perhaps you’ll see one of the Navy’s newest submarines going by on the Thames River. Relax in one of our theaters and enjoy films of submarines past and present. Even learn how a submarine operates on an interactive computer display. Aboard NAUTILUS, experience first-hand the thrill of being a submariner as you walk the decks that made Naval history: the world’s first nuclear powered vessel, first ship to go to the North Pole, and first submarine to journey “20,000 Leagues under the sea.” Explore the spaces where the crew of this amazing ship worked, ate, slept, and entertained themselves on their long voyages far beneath the ocean’s waves. The Submarine Force Museum, located on the Thames River in Groton, Connecticut, maintains the world’s finest collection of submarine artifacts. It is the only submarine museum operated by the United States Navy, and as such is the primary repository for artifacts, documents and photographs relating to U.S. Submarine Force history.
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when you are a child.. you live you love / you dream its just the way it is.. I always hope that every child will be able to be whom they need to be , and never go to sleep at night in any fear of any adult.. this precious child was watching birds at the 6 mile Cyrpress slough, . yesterday , and I will always remember these days when we go out as girls on a day off.. they are so looks forward to , as a little child.. I really love them.. The Florida group meets once a month to take photos , and I sure love being with the girls.. Fort Myers, Florida / Sony DSC H 7 Cybershot , point and shoot camera, straight out of the camera, as is .
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Wanted to share with you all my latest “painting”.. well it’s painted on computer actually for a specific purpose. As much as I love the smell of turps and the mess of gooey paint, I also spend time doing digital mock ups and reinterpretations of my real world work when I can find the time. I produced a drawing tutorial for the Australasian website of Wacom (makers of digital drawing tablets) some time ago and was contacted by them recently and invited to submit a painting for an upcoming book titled “The Art of Making Marks”. The deadline was pretty tight at the time (2 days) so I dusted off my trusty Intuos 3 tablet, picked up my pen and set to work overnight. I finished up at 2:30 am but was quite pleased with the result. / It’s so weird how some image editing and painting programs really do feel like I’m pushing and dragging paint around.. a normal painting like this in traditional media (oils) could take me a few weeks to complete! However, six hours straight left me pretty tired by the end of it but it was nice to play around in a painting arena I haven’t visited for a while. A lot of people have difficulty accepting computer generated work as real art but it doesn’t bother me and has its place. / I love my jars of smelly turps, soiled rags, pots of brushes, broken charcoal, oil sticks, pastels and large primed canvas just like the next crazy painter. I also love that solitary buzz of a late night in the studio with good music, red wine for company and a half finished painting on the go. But this was something different… and with a finished result just as satisfying for me. So, I introduce to you “The Girl who loved Prose”, a fiery red haired Irish woman with a passion for the literary arts and like her caffeine girl friends, an ambiguous stare. / It took several long hours to complete but I convinced myself to stop eventually. / You just don’t mess with Irish girls.. Cheers! / Leith
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In time when everything seems useless / And we don’t have any purpose for life / Over black heap of troubles one tiny thread holding us. This thread called HOPE / And we want to believe so much / That this thread will not brake and life will continue… New Day will come… Featured in the Group Feminine Intent June 21, 2009 /Canon 400D – 2.8 100 mm Canon Macro Lens/
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I was nine…............. / do you recognize me.. ? This one is dedicated to my dear beloved cousin Iris. I have tears in my eyes. for she is the only one who has come to my begging my family to come and join the fun on RB.. she doesnt have a site yet. but she is out there commenting lol!.. if you see her ., you just might only see her for now in my pics…..and she just might start wandering around leaving the cutest and feeling comments. and she might leave you with a poem her name is “hapyfeet5”.. lol! The year. 1967. The worlds fair in NYC!!!.. wow. what a time we had. this was Easter Sunday of that year. and we were proudly displaying polyester spring coats and patten leather shoes… our hats. oh dear…. my sister Annie is there …...dreamy , beautiful Annie. the one in the middle is my friend whom had such a hard life, it was difficult to understand. her mom had eight children, and Socorro, pictured here was the youngest. All children were fighters in gangs, and drinker and yellers. Mom was a saint whom prayed all day long and cooked and worked in a factory . How her children would be so ungrateful, yelling at her was always a mystery to me. We never yelled at mom, and if we did, we would get what was called a “cocotazo”.. that meant that moms knuckle would hit our head with a bang.. there was no question about it. The car you see we are on , was a humorous expo that was for portraits… lol!.. at the lobby of Chevrolet!. the company that we were visiting when mom decided we needed a relic…...... a moment to remember where we all were. she couldnt believe it herself. Mom was the type whom never had money.. but she would always take us to special places, she made sure of it. and she would remind us of these places, by telling us stories. because of this picture, I remember the expo of 1967 in NYC ..and in particular the Chrysler Exposition . where we got to ride a car as if we were driving. what a sensation! wooooooo ho !.. this was so cool . oh, and by the way. mom knew socorro and her mom would never be able to afford to go, so mom made sure somehow she was going to take my friend somewhere special . And this was one of the many places we went to . and to Boot!: mom wrote her note on it!.. “here we are with our beloved Socorro, in the worlds fair on easter Sunday 1967
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So hold her closer when she cries, hold her closer when she feels. / She needs a hand to hold, someone who will never let her go again. / ... / And hold him closer when he tries to hold the tears back from his eyes. / Don’t say goodbye… Featured in the group “A Photographer’s Craft” November 22, 2008
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A friend from another site wrote the words for my “Old Keys” print. I wanted to share her beautiful words with you. / Poem courtesy of Jil Erato. You can find more of Jil’s awesome work here / /
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