Soothing
347 creative works found
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. / . / near Ulverstone at the end of a day snapping photos and touring around, the dying days impact was apparent in the beautiful rays melting over the hills / . / / . / / . / / .
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And It really isn’t! This is a great play with colour, if you look at the shirt in black whit or something neutral you will have 3 different designs, thats 3 different shirts in 1 hehe enjoy!!
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Chamomile Tea with a Lemon Wedge
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Water Signs of the ZODIAC Pisces Cancer Scorpio
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Take my hand / Follow my heart / Each step is ours / Every moment / An embrace / To breathe you in Charcoal sketch with acrylic paint / by Nicole Whitty
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Close-up portrait painted in watercolour on watercolour paper
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Fire ZODIAC signs Leo Sagittarius Aries
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Sepia is the state between colour and black & white. This is a place where I feel at very at home….
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6.12.2008 I love the soothing & calming effect of these Crystal Salt Lamps, so thought I would capture the image…
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Lost to the sound of the river
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Created flourishes for hair, digitally freehanded face and painted color. / I wanted to create some thing very feminine with soothing colors.
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Graceful swan thoughtfully peering into a lake reflecting her own image. / This image was captured in Largo, Florida, USA. /
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A final piece in a series of three images in which I photographed a reflection of pond grass and a sheet of Mylar. Shot with a telephoto lens to get a close up, what you’re really seeing is the grass bending and blurring with the reflective surface. That’s the explanation for those who like them. To me, it’s really sound waves doing their impression of sheet lightning.
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Fractal flame artwork with bubble like circles. Blue and purple are the main colors in this abstract fractal design.
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Dawn in the rainforest..
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this design marks a new beginning and lots more graffitis, portraits and T-shirt designs to come!
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Jaris
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Grasses billowing in the breeze. / This image has a gentle soothing effect that when viewed from your office wall makes you forget what a complete and utter prat that bloody CEO of yours is !
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Belmar, NJ, USA on 15 Sep 2009 @ 0800.
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Stony Brook Road in Hopewell, NJ, USA on 30 September 2009.
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MIXED MEDIA – INVERSION / Image Copyright © 2008 JANE À PARIS / Professionally photographed by Citizens Photo SAVIOR / _________ I was just doing what I normally did to survive. Nothing different from my everyday life, just functioning, just grazing, minding my own business and bothering no one. I was in a gorgeous setting, just like an art show full of beautiful landscapes with pristine lakes and abundant forests, and I was beautiful. There were cute petite forest animals and critters chirping and making noises all around me. Just beautiful; a gift from God; a perfect setting. A place someone would want to come upon by accident and set up camp. A place an artist would want to take a photograph of for National Geographic or set up their easel and paint a painting. A secret quiet place full of beauty, grace and peace. How could this cruel hunter take that away from me. I wasn’t bothering him, and I didn’t have him in my sights. I wasn’t targeting him and zoning in on him with my hunting rifle, but he was doing that to me. I was just an innocent and lovely forest creature going about my daily business and survival. Then he shot me. The pain of the impact seared through my body. It was in my lower right abdomen. I felt it enter fast, it surprised me and caught me off guard. I stood still for a moment because it did not register at first, it was just too different from my normal existence of peace and blending in with the natural beauty of my surroundings. Then after a few moments when it registered, I bolted. I ran fast and beautiful, my beautiful body flowing with the movement. But the beauty from my body was already fading fast, the open wound and blood that was seeping out was already taking a toll on my normal limits. My running became slowed and my beautiful body was breathing harder than normal and hurting. I already knew I was dying. And then I fell. I was running so fast that I did not see the pit. It was not man-made, it was natural. It was something that I normally would have avoided, but I had been in a panic and so I tripped and fell into it, and then I could not get out. I was wounded and trapped and he knew where I was. I started crying inside, bellowing, and making horrid muffled noises. I did not want to die. I tried with all my might to get out of the deep dark pit. I tried to jump but it was just to deep. The hatred I felt in my heart and soul was deep, millions of times deeper than the pit. How could he hurt me like this. How could he take away my happiness and hunt me down and brutalize me, taking my very beautiful body and essence away for his own selfish needs or pleasures. He came to the edge of the pit and peered in. At least I thought it was him. But strangely enough after moments passed by he did not finish me off. It was as if he was trying to figure out how to get me out of it instead. I was too big, he could not just pick me up and carry me out. I was still bellowing in pain and fear and thus he left for a while. Then I started wanting him to come back. After all he had not hurt me, maybe he was going to help me and I had scared him off. Hours went by and I just laid there. My body was weak and ill, I had lost a lot of blood. I thought it was strange that the hunter who had shot me had not come to finish me off. Maybe he did not know where I had fallen. I was sort of hidden in my dark deep pit. The only one who knew where I was apparently was the stranger who had come upon me, and then left. I wondered if he was coming back, or if I was doomed to a slow miserable death of pain and starvation. I was mad at myself for bellowing at him, but I had only done this out of fear and pain, for I had thought he was the hunter. A little bird came and sat upon my dying body. It was singing a gorgeous song. It was as if the little guy knew I was suffering and he had come to comfort me. The sun was shining and he was singing song after song, he was not afraid of me at all. My breathing was altered, it was labored and wheezing. I knew if that man did not return I would die. I could hear the splendid sounds of the countryside outside of my dark deep pit, the bubbling sounds of the running creek that came from the blue lake and the rustling forest. I could hear the forest animals running free and making their normal calls and sounds. I was still alive but I was an outsider, doomed to die unless there was some sort of intervention soon. I was mad because I had scared off my only hope of survival. Then he returned. He peered over the edge of the pit. I was not making noises anymore. I was too tired and ill really to put up much of a struggle one way or another. It was like he knew this. As if he had been waiting for me to calm down, but also he had gone to get something that is why he had been gone for such a long time. It was a shovel. He jumped into the deep dark pit, petted me on the head and kissed me on my wet and bloody fur. He had a flask of water, and he poured some into my mouth. He also had some sort of medicine that he put into my mouth and let disolve. He had a knife that was hanging off of his side pocket. He took it and made a small incision where the bullet had entered my body. He then simply dug the bullet out with his fingers. He poured something on the wound that stung and hurt very much. He said something about Jack Daniels, and took a drink of it himself. I do not understand much of the human language, but I can make out sounds and I can understand in a different sense what is meant much of the time, an emotional intuitive sense that many animals have, and that humans overlook and underestimate. He called it Jack Daniels. Then he started to shovel. It was a very fomidable task he was taking on. The pit was very deep. It would take him hours, maybe days to get me out. The dirt was tough, full of rocks and roots. It was not loose dirt either, it was wet and muddy. Heavy dirt. I could not understand why the one man would hurt me so badly and the other man would put so much effort into trying to rescue me. Humans were beyond my true and gentle nature and comprehension. He worked hard, the sweat was gleaming on his back and arms. I had dozed in and out during this, for my beautiful body was very ill and it had to rest to recuperate. I needed to sleep. It was nightfall, and he was not even half out of the pit yet. He was digging an inclined path that would lead out of it. It would take him at least one more day to finish digging. He was covered from head to toe with dirt. The pit was big enough for him to make a fire. The warmth helped my ill body. He sat by me and stroked me. He sang to me by the fire. The moon was almost full. I felt the comfort of his presence. I knew he was helping me. He had gone to the lake and gathered a full basket of water lilies for me. He had taken a bath too, and while he was doing this he had also gathered the lilies. This was something that I ate in my normal diet and he knew it. I actually ate over forty pounds of twigs, roots, bark, and shoots of woody plants a day. In the wintertime I would browse on conifers and eat their needle like leaves. In the summertime I ate mostly water plants such as the water lily and pondweed. It was summertime now. For which I was very lucky, because I surely would have passed in the freezing cold of winter. He took out a frying pan and fried some fish he had caught for himself, and as he was doing this he would also feed me. He would take some of the water lilies and put them in my mouth. He had pre-mashed them because he knew that I was too weak to really chew very well. So I did not have to chew them at all, and they were easy for me to swallow. I was starving. We ate our dinners, and then he took out a blanket, laid down next to me and used me for a pillow. He stuck his head into my soft fur. I liked it, and I liked him. All was well, I did not know why but for some reason I had a friend, and he was going to save me. I knew it. The next morning he got up and started shoveling. He worked all day. And by the end of the late morning he had finished the path out of the pit. I was still too weak to get up and move, and he knew this so he stayed with me again that night. He did not leave me alone, except to go forage for food, and then he made sure that he was close so that he could hear if someone or something came, and he blocked the entrance to the pit. He made a fire for the second night and we dined. I dined on mashed water lilies and he dined on fish. I slept and he slept. The moon was full and the wolves were baying at the full moon. I had fallen into a pit, so the wolves would not have been able to get to me. I was worried what would happen when I was free of the pit. Wolves could sense wounded and slow animals. The next day he helped me to get up. He had to prod and poke at me a bit because it was not something that I wanted to do. I was still very ill. But slowly I arose. When I was fully up and standing, he led me out of the pit. This seemed such a victory in itself, because the pit was deep and dark. I was finally free of it. I was back in my world of light, beauty and sunshine. He had a rope around my neck, but I did not feel threatened by this at all, and I did not try to get away. I was still too tired, plus that I had come to trust the man and I knew that I needed him. My wild nature wanted to leave, but I was to ill for this. So I had no choice but to be complacent and acquiesce. He tied me to a tree close to the lake and he left for a while. He had gone to forage for food and fish. He had led me to a place where I could graze. It was bountiful with roots, bark, twigs, and shoots of woody plants. I was starting to get well again, I could feel my strength returning. The sounds of the lake were pleasing and soothing. The bird’s sounds, the small waves, the babbling of the nearby brook. He returned and we had another pleasant evening together. He slept with his head on my body. He used me like a pillow. I had grown quite used to this, and he would sing to me, such beautiful songs, and then we would sleep. I was worried what would happen when he left me all by myself. I thought that would be soon. The next day he got up and led me off into the forest. I followed slowly behind him. He had me tied with a very loose and long rope, so I did not have much of a choice. But neither did I resent it, for I felt safe and more secure with him than all alone. After a bit of walking, maybe an hour we came to his cabin home. It was there that I made acquaintance with two of his horses. He was a mountain man. He lived in the mountains all alone, and he rarely ventured out of them. This was his home and he loved it and the animals that lived in it. And he knew much about them. He needed the horses to travel out of the mountains, for it was to hard by foot. They were beautiful horses and they greeted me in their own manner. We had a strange bond in an animal sense, although we did not speak the same language of communication and sounds, we still sensed and understood a lot of similar things. We understood enough of the same things, sounds, and movements, so this enabled us to have some unique bond in communication. Not large, quite small actually, but enough to work, for I was a moose. We were not related, but we had the bond of animal senses. They were beautiful. One was grey with brilliant dark black eyes and the other was brown and white, with brown eyes. They helped him in his work and they were his friends. He told me that these were his ladies. They were quite accomodating to me, and he tied me next to them. He explained to me that he did not want to leave me alone yet, for I was to weak. And I understood in my animal sense. He knew that if any wolves or other predators came, they would not bother me as long as I was with the horses. They would make enough noise for him to come out long before the wolves could actually attack, and wolves also sensed humans. He took me to a place where I could graze everyday. He made sure that I had fresh water and he looked over me. He was very protective. He did not have to do any of these things and I wondered why he did. If he had not saved me I most surely would have died. It was obvious that he had a lot of knowledge about the forest and forest animals. I sensed that he had a true love for animals. And I also sensed that he did not like the hunter who had hurt me. I had always wondered why the hunter had not shown up to finish me off and I sensed that he had something to do with it. I stayed with him and his ladies for a week and then after a week he stopped tying me up with the others. He did not shoo me away, but he had given me my independence. I started foraging on my own, and I slowly moved further and further away from the residence. Although I would come very close every once in a while still and he would come over and pet me and talk to me. We became very close this mountain man and I. I was still free and I lived in the wild. I was a wild animal, but I was not afraid of him, and he could approach me easily. He had saved me, and I knew only comfort from him. He did not keep me in bondage, he had set me free because he loved me. For why I did not completely understand, but he did. One day while he was petting me he told me that he had stolen the hunter’s rifle and horse. That is why he had possessed two horses. He had seen and heard the hunter shoot me. The hunter had had to walk out of the wilderness without his horse and rifle. So he had made it impossible for the cruel hunter to finish me off. He did not have to save me, he just did. I loved him very much. I was a loner, most of the time, but my mountain man would come and pet me every so often. He was my savior. JANE À PARIS Writing and Image Copyright ©2008 JANE À PARIS Description: Inspired from the PARABLE OF THE GOOD SAMARITAN. Luke 10:25 through 10:37.
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