Rememberance
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If you are familiar with Shakespeare’s Hamlet, or the painting by John Everet Milias, you will already know Ophelia, beautiful innocent, niave Ophelia. Deep sorrow and despair following rejection by Hamlet and the death of her father drive her to the lake in which she drowns. This modern interpretation of Ophelia is serene, sensual and strong. She retreats to the garden out of grief and despair but draws on her surroundings to become stronger, despite the loss and betrayal. She learns to free herself through acceptance and forgiveness – though she will never forget! Model – Felicity Schubert / Photography & Styling – Naomi Mawson
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Dedicated to the Aussie POW’s that worked on the Thai-Burma Railway. / No one spoke – just ‘Reflected’
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Hell Fire Pass ~ Kanchanaburi Province-Thailand ~ Dedicated to the Aussie POW’s who worked on the Thai Burma Railway.
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August 6th, 2003 / On the anniversary of the bombing of Hiroshima (August 6th), they hold a ceremony in which lanterns are sent floating along the Motoyasu-gawa River, in front of the A-bomb Dome. The lanterns used to float out to ocean. Nowadays they are caught down river for environmental reasons. This is done in remembrance of those whose lives were lost and in hopes that all nuclear weapons will be destroyed. I arrived in Hiroshima a bit late on the 6th so unfortunately I missed of the action around the Peace Park but there had been speeches and demonstrations. The floating of the lanterns lasted for 3 hours. / It was a somber evening and a beautiful expression in the struggle for the worldwide disarmament of nuclear weapons, if not world peace and a clear reminder of what the opposite can lead to.
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Saw a great swath of poppies in the distance. But do you think I could find them. With dusk fast approching I at last found this small field. There was a gusty breeze though so no possibility of macros.
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This is my photo of approaching twilight (not the exact photo just a few seconds later though) and I have played around with it abit in my (cheap) photoshop. Hope you like it. To me its a new twist on an old favorite. / Taken on beautiful Lake Carroll, Carrollton, Georgia NIKON D80 / F/22 / ISO 100 / 1/20 / TAMRON 55-200MM LENS / 80MM LENGTH
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Ah Sunflower, weary of time, / Who countest the steps of the sun; / Seeking after that sweet golden clime / Where the traveller’s journey is done; Where the Youth pined away with desire, / And the pale virgin shrouded in snow, / Arise from their graves, and aspire / Where my Sunflower wishes to go! / Words by William Blake Dedicated to Jean from her loving family and friends. Music by Emile Koelink / For Jean Painted with acrylics, inks, graphite and gold foil / 100×42cm
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Memories fade, echoes diminish / But if you listen, in the quiet times / You can just faintly make out / Laughter, Love and Life A Rose of Cloth is all that’s left / To symbolise a vibrant life, guard a final resting place / And absorb the regretful tears / A simple Rose of Cloth / / ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ / / Photographer for Hire – All Occasions – Mail Me :) / / My rules for photography and art are very simple – I like it, or I don’t… / / Thanks for visiting my folio :) / I certainly appreciate your taking time to view what I’ve been up to, and enjoy reading your comments. Calendars: Sets available on request. / / Writings (or ramblings) / Music of the Spheres / Another World / Time & Tears / The 3rd / The 10th / Weaver / High-Flyer / The In-Between Place / The Haggard Crone / Come, Dark / Chandelier Brain / Eat Me / You’re Strange, Rick / Ever-Queen / Sleeping / The Black, White & Grey
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This is a collaboration with myself and Bill Gamblin / Thanks for letting me use your photos Bill Inspired by Simple Man By Lynyrd Skynyrd which was also played in a tribute to Dale Earnhardts death Listen To Music I took two of Bills Photos one of which was the nascar track and race cars and another photo of Dale Earnhardt and layed them together erasing some of what was in one of the photos using photoshop, I then used the adjustment of opacity to blend these two photos together. I do hope you like this inspirational piece of what use to be and what will still be; because the simple man will still be watching over all of you and NASCAR… /
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With the Anniversary of D Day upon us, i’m reposting an image of a former soldier, paying tribute to those who paid the ultimate price for our ability to live our lives the way we do. Thank you. Llandudno Cenotaph, North Wales.
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From a distance it appeared to be simply a playground. As I neared the edge of a small stream surrounded by tall reeds, I could see there was much more than my eyes had first focused on. Great mounds of glittering gold sticks were buried beneath clay. Silver water lilies floated under rich deep layers of seaweed, lichen and moss. From out of the moss jutted flagpoles draped with ivy and scarves embellished with the faces of people I had met many years before. I watched the scarves wave in the wind. I was overcome with emotion and wept upon the steps that led toward a shelter. I ran for cover and lay upon a stone bench surrounded by flowers. Then I drifted to sleep. When I awoke my hair had turned white and my teeth hurt. I sat up and glanced around. I had a faint memory of the experience before my long, long nap. Yet now it looked once again like a playground. So I got up and played. From Inside to the Distance is acrylic on canvas 30”x30”
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Taken at the War Memorial Aboretum in Alrewas, UK. I have been here several times, but on this visit one of the statues had these poppies in its hand, I found it deeply moving. Canon 30D / 06/05/09 / F7.1 / 1/80 / ISO 100 Edited in Adobe Lightroom Featured in Statues and Such July 09’ / Top 10 finish in Emotions Without A Face
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Taken at the war memorial arboretum in Alrewas. The walls are engraved with all the names of all those who died serving their country since 1946 to the present day. These are left by their families when they come to pay their respects. I find this place so deeply moving. Its a place where you can go and reflect. I chose to use selective colouring to emphasise the poppies and there meaning. Canon 30D / 05/06/09 / F13 / 1/250 / ISO 100 Top 10 Finish Armistice Day Featured in Selective Colouring Nov 09’
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In memory of Spc. Justin D. Carter 1981-2000 Acrylic on canvas In Flanders Fields In Flanders fields the poppies blow / Between the crosses, row on row, / That mark our place; and in the sky / The larks, still bravely singing, fly / Scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the Dead. Short days ago / We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, / Loved, and were loved, and now we lie / In Flanders fields. Take up our quarrel with the foe: / To you from failing hands we throw / The torch; be yours to hold it high. / If ye break faith with us who die / We shall not sleep, though poppies grow / In Flanders fields. / — Lt.-Col. John McCrae (1872 – 1918)
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We should never forget to Honour those Men and Woman who fought and fight to protect us against tyranny. I’d like to say thank you to Stuart Chapman ( The Tide Is Often Out ) and Philip Golan Remember Them for allowing me to use their images Thank you soo much. FOR THE FALLEN With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children / England mourns for her dead across the sea, / Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit, / Fallen in the cause of the free. Solemn the drums thrill: Death august and royal / Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres, / There is music in the midst of desolation / And glory that shines upon our tears. They went with songs to the battle, they were young, / Straight of limb, true of eyes, steady and aglow, / They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted, / They fell with their faces to the foe. They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old: / Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn / At the going down of the sun and in the morning / We will remember them. They mingle not with their laughing comrades again, / They sit no more at familiar tables of home, / They have no lot in our labour of the daytime, / They sleep beyond England’s foam. But where our desires and hopes profound, / Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight, / To the innermost heart of their own land they are known / As the stars are known to the night. As the stars shall be bright when we are dust, / Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain, / As the stars that are stary in the time of our darkness, / To the end, to the end, they remain. Laurence Binyon
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A soldier falls and lays in the sand, / his comrades cannot help him, / as he is now in Gods comforting hands. Like many before him, / and many more will follow, / the horrors of war, death, brings so much sorrow. © Richard Veal. October 2009. A late flowering Poppy lying alone in the wet sand on a beach. / Just like many brave young men who have fought and died for freedom. Soon after I took this shot, I was inspired to write the short poem above. All proceeds from any sales of this picture will be donated the the Royal British Legion Poppy Appeal. Thank you for looking. / I hope you like it. Please View Large. Pentax K110D. / Pentax 18-55mm lens.
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If I should die, think only this of me: / That there’s some corner of a foreign field / That is for ever England. There shall be / In that rich earth a richer dust concealed; / A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware, / Gave, once her flowers to love, her ways to roam, / A body of England’s, breathing English air, / Washed by the rivers, blessed by the suns of home. / And think, this heart, all evil shed away, / A pulse in the eternal mind, no less / Gives somewhere back the thoughts by England given; / Her sights and sounds; dreams happy as her day; / And laughter, learnt of friends; and gentleness, / In hearts a peace, under an English heaven. Rupert Brooke (1887-1915)
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In fond memory of a beautiful soul Dedicated with love to Vic Cross. _____ Canon 50D / Canon macro 100mm lens / F/3.5, 1/250 sec, ISO 250, 100m / Post edited ACDSee Pro3, CS3 My dear friend of many years silverstrummer has written some beautiful prose in collaboration for this image: Oh dear Spring of life, / Show us how to grow, / From the buds of spring / To the flowers of June Nurture us as a Single Rose / So pure and so perfect / Make us strong and steadfast / Give us the aroma of our essence / Our mystical force Make us bloom in the summer / Our fragrance drifting in the wind / We need your Elementals / To make us grow strong Just like life itself, we sow our seed, / We grow to be nurtured and moulded / To stand alone and to be counted Our worldly experience’s help / Each other in it’s own way. / Then our time is taken / To Reflect how one lives life Our time is now to go forth / Meet our makers with a smile / For you see before you / Our seeds have already been planted Life now Gone / But New Life is Beginning growing ever Strong Requiem aeternam eis, Domine / (Grant Them Eternal Rest, O’Lord)
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In anticipation of Remembrance Day … 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month … See here for more information. We will remember them … Featured on Home Page 11 Nov 09 ... many thanks on behalf of all veterans!
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Eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month ~ We shall remember them. From an old photograph of my Great Uncle Howard. Howard Lane was in the trenches in WW1. As a small child I remember him saving his 3d bits & sixpences for my visits. A kind and quiet gentle man. What hell we put them through. Canon EOS 50D Thank you for looking.
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