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Inspired by Mel Brackstone – am naming my uploads after Australian Idol quotes…I’m an AI tragic.
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...pants… Thank you to all who commented and added this to their favorites! it used to say “i sometimes wear pants” but i thought just “Pants” would be better *
Do you know the feeling? When you just want to dance in the light? This picture very much conveys this feeling to me. Taken on a bright October morning near Laage Vuursche/The Netherlands. Near Laage Vuursche, 22nd October 2007, 10.54 am / Nikon D 80, Nikkor 18-200 mm at 46 mm / F 10, 1/80, ISO 500
Edition of 5 / Signed print available through www.illyphotography.com
Lithuania About me (CLICK) Presentation of my poetry book (CLICK) / You may also purchase my second poetry book (I could send it for you by post) THE LAST WORKS (CLIKC IMAGE FOR VIEW) / . / / / . /
This picture depicts a young dancer gazing into the sky. Just beyond her is a forest. The halo around her torso accentuates her womb and she seems to be yearning for a baby.
Lisa C. Weber ©2008 (Created with Bryce 6.1) Visit My Complete Bubble for all My 3D Artwork. Thanks for dropping by and enjoy!
~storypeople Just wanted to say its amazing what we see thru our macro lens…this moss was mostly overlooked but they look so fascinating under macro lens! :) Featured in 1:1 Macro Photography Group in May 2009 /
another red tree… Inspired by The Red Tree by Shaun Tan “sometimes you wait / and wait / and wait / and wait / and wait / and wait / and wait / but nothing ever happens / then all your troubles come at once / wonderful things are passing you by / terrible fates are inevitable / sometimes / you just don’t know / what you are / supposed to do / or who / you are meant / to be / or where you are / and the day seems to end / the way it began” Acrylic and mixed media on canvas / November 2008
she is sometimes shaded…hidden from view…afraid of her own intensity -self-portrait / -sepia
...the sky sings its love to the sea. And what a song it sang this night. Fifth in the Sea Storm series, shot off the Bundeena Cliffs, Royal National Park just south of Sydney. This is actually fourth in the sequence and comes between Night Blaze and the Rapture Just click on each pic if you want to follow its link. Taken with the old Canon 30D / Tv: 30secs / Av: f/4.5 / ISO: 800 / Fl: 22mm
Making a miniature snowman is harder than you’d think.
sometimes dreams escape / let ‘em go… new ones will find you… . o2.11.2oo9 . colored pencil (prismacolor) / on moleskine® notebook .
MJRANUM stock.deviantart.com/ / Photomanipulation.
~quote by Anonymous. Taken with Nikon D80 and 50mm/1.8 lens
One of 3 of my works featured on the Homepage – 22 June 2009 – Yay!! Placed third in The Beauty of Childhood challenge in the First Things group – June 09 – thanks for voting! ( : Featured in redbubble’s featured art – May 09 For some reason, my ‘models’ were ALL keen to get in on the action in this shoot… could it be the wonders of spaghetti?? This is Grace (6). Canon 400D
I am going to write a poem about war. Perhaps it will not be a real poem, but it will be about a real war. It will not be a real poem, because if the real poet were here and if the news spread through the crowd that he was going to speak—then a great silence would fall; at the first glimpse, a heavy silence would swell up, a silence big with a thousand thunderbolts. The poet would be visible; we would see him; seeing him, he would see us; and we would fade away into our own poor shadows, we would resent his being so real, we sickly ones, we troubled ones, we uneasy ones. He would be here, full to bursting with the thousand thunderbolts of the multitude of enemies he contains—for he contains them, and satisfies them when he wishes—incandescent with pain and holy anger, yet as still as a man lighting a fuse, in the great silence he would open a little tap, the very small tap of the mill of words, and let flow a poem, such a poem that it would turn you green. What I am going to make won’t be a real, poetic, poet’s poem for if the word “war” were used in a real poem—then war, the real war that the real poet speaks about, war without mercy, war without truce would break out for good in our inmost hearts. For in a real poem words bear their own facts. (René Daumal)
Painting by Dorina Costras / Acrylic on canvas / 38/50 cm / Original for sale
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Changed the WB to Tungsten for this one Rainy afternoon, kitchen counter, white board, 4 wine glasses – no wine :-( – and: / Nikon D80 / Nikkor 105mm AF-S VR Micro / f/22 @ 1/30 sec ISO 100 WB: Tungsten / SB-600 (background) / SB-800 (diffused on subject)
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