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We have some old wheels in our back yard and we take them with us everytime we move house.
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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. / (c) Stephen Mitchell : Using this image for any purpose and in any way, without prior permission, may lead to legal action.
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This is a detailed graphic created from original artworks. / It is in a Heart shape because I love Mauve & Purple. It will be good for people who want to show their love in a variety of ways. The inspiration is a quote “One of the hardest things in life is having words in your heart that you can’t utter.” / (quote from James Earl Jones).
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=) / My all time favorite typo
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He awoke me by softly speaking into my ear ” I Love You, Baby!” / As he gently kissed my cheek I realized….. / ” there he is, the man that I fell in love with”. / Where had he been? How did we get here? / But a much scarier thought came to my mind….. / How long had we been here? / These thoughts danced threw my head like a bolt of lightning… / Then the smell of the flower filled my senses a great smile arose to my face. And once again I thought to myself…... / There he is, the man that I fell in love with. / The smell of the flower along with the sweet words fill my soul like a raging river getting ready to overflow her riverbanks. / I felt our love come alive for the first time, in a long time. / A love that was so strong had drifted into the everyday life of kids, lies, work, and haunting past. / But….... this day….. this moment…. I felt his passion. / His heart spoke to mine and stopped time. / At this moment….... I fell in love with my husband all over again….... / And for that moment all the pain and struggles where gone and there he was…...... The man I love ….. that softly spoke I love you from his heart…..... began a fresh start …...... and a step to mending this broken heart….....I love you..Tim
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When he had brought his lecture to an end, / the lofty scholar looked into my face, / searching to see if I seemed satisfied; And I, already thirsting for more drink, / kept silent, wondering: “Could he, perhaps, / be tired of all this questioning of mine?” / / But that true father, sensing my desire, / which was too timid to express itself, / spoke first, and thus encouraged me to speak. / / I said: “Master, the light you shed has made / my sight so keen that now I clearly see / all that your words mean or what they imply. So I beseech you, father, kind and dear, / define love for me, please, which is, you say / the source of every virtue, every vice.” “Now focus your mind’s eye on what I say,” / he said, “and you will clearly understand / the error of the blind who lead the blind. / / The Soul at birth, created quick to love, / will move toward anything that pleases it, / as soon as pleasure causes it to move. / / Words by Dante Best viewed in large format Acrylics, ink, graphite, pigment and gold leaf on paper
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A Dromana sunset,on our Mornington Peninsula / /
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9×12” Arches 140 lb cold pressed paper, watercolor and ink. / Revolutionaries Series. / ORIGINAL SOLD Henry Rollins. His impact on the punk scene was impressive, and his spoken word work and writing continue to embed him in our society. He’s mad as hell and he’s not gonna take it lying down. He is a mover and shaker, more so than any current musician, author or celebrity that I can think of. If you don’t know who he is, google him. You will love him or hate him, but you WILL hear him and you will not forget who he is. He is the most American person in spirit alive today. He stands for freedom, human rights, and common sense. He is my largest inspiration when it comes to questioning “authority.” / He also inspires me to keep kickboxing, keep pushing on when life is hard. Read his “Iron and the Soul” and tell me it doesn’t stir you. “Iron and the Soul” I believe that the definition of definition is reinvention. To not be like you parents. To not be like your friends. To be yourself. Completely. When I was young I had no sense of myself. All I was, was a product of all the fear and humiliation I suffered. Fear of my parents. The humiliation of teachers calling me “garbage can” and telling me I’d be mowing lawns for a living. And the very real terror of my fellow students. I was threatened and beaten up for the color of my skin and my size. I was skinny and clumsy, and when others would tease me I didn’t run home crying, wondering why. I knew all too well. I was there to be antagonized. In sports I was laughed at. A spaz. I was pretty good at boxing but only because the rage that filled my every waking moment made me wild and unpredictable. I fought with some strange fury. The other boys thought I was crazy. I hated myself all the time. As stupid at it seems now, I wanted to talk like them, dress like them, carry myself with the ease of knowing that I wasn’t going to get pounded in the hallway between classes. Years passed and I learned to keep it all inside. I only talked to a few boys in my grade. Other losers. Some of them are to this day the greatest people I have ever known. Hang out with a guy who has had his head flushed down a toilet a few times, treat him with respect, and you’ll find a faithful friend forever. But even with friends, school sucked. Teachers gave me a hard time. I didn’t think much of them either. Then came Mr. Pepperman, my adviser. He was a powerfully built Vietnam veteran, and he was scary. No one ever talked out of turn in his class. Once one kid did and Mr. P. lifted him off the ground and pinned him to the blackboard. Mr. P. could see that I was in bad shape, and one Friday in October he asked me if I had ever worked out with weights. I told him no. He told me that I was going to take some of the money that I had saved and buy a hundred-pound set of weights at Sears. As I left his office, I started to think of things I would say to him on Monday when he asked about the weights that I was not going to buy. Still, it made me feel special. My father never really got that close to caring. On Saturday I bought the weights, but I couldn’t even drag them to my mom’s car. An attendant laughed at me as he put them on a dolly. Monday came and I was called into Mr. P.’s office after school. He said that he was going to show me how to work out. He was going to put me on a program and start hitting me in the solar plexus in the hallway when I wasn’t looking. When I could take the punch we would know that we were getting somewhere. At no time was I to look at myself in the mirror or tell anyone at school what I was doing. In the gym he showed me ten basic exercises. I paid more attention than I ever did in any of my classes. I didn’t want to blow it. I went home that night and started right in. Weeks passed, and every once in a while Mr. P. would give me a shot and drop me in the hallway, sending my books flying. The other students didn’t know what to think. More weeks passed, and I was steadily adding new weights to the bar. I could sense the power inside my body growing. I could feel it. Right before Christmas break I was walking to class, and from out of nowhere Mr. Pepperman appeared and gave me a shot in the chest. I laughed and kept going. He said I could look at myself now. I got home and ran to the bathroom and pulled off my shirt. I saw a body, not just the shell that housed my stomach and my heart. My biceps bulged. My chest had definition. I felt strong. It was the first time I can remember having a sense of myself. I had done something and no one could ever take it away. You couldn’t say ** to me. It took me years to fully appreciate the value of the lessons I have learned from the Iron. I used to think that it was my adversary, that I was trying to lift that which does not want to be lifted. I was wrong. When the Iron doesn’t want to come off the mat, it’s the kindest thing it can do for you. If it flew up and went through the ceiling, it wouldn’t teach you anything. That’s the way the Iron talks to you. It tells you that the material you work with is that which you will come to resemble. That which you work against will always work against you. It wasn’t until my late twenties that I learned that by working out I had given myself a great gift. I learned that nothing good comes without work and a ceratin amount of pain. When I finish a set that leaves me shaking, I know more about myself. When something gets bad, I know it can’t be as bad as that workout. I used to fight the pain, but recently this became clear to me: pain is not my enemy; it is my call to greatness. But when dealing with the Iron, one must be careful to interpret the pain correctly. Most injuries involving the Iron come from ego. I once spent a few weeks lifting weight that my body wasn’t ready for and spent a few months not picking up anything heavier than a fork. Try to lift what you’re not prepared to and the Iron will teach you a little lesson in restraint and self-control. I have never met a truly strong person who didn’t have self-respect. I think a lot of inwardly and outwardly directed contempt passes itself off as self-respect: the idea of raising yourself by stepping on someone’s shoulders instead of doing it yourself. When I see guys working out for cosmetic reasons, I see vanity exposing them in the worst way, as cartoon characters, billboards for imbalance and insecurity. Strength reveals itself through character. It is the difference between bouncers who get off strong-arming people and Mr. Pepperman. Muscle mass does not always equal strength. Strength is kindness and sensitivity. Strength is understanding that your power is both physical and emotional. That it comes from the body and the mind. And the heart. Yukio Mishima said that he could not entertain the idea of romance if he was not strong. Romance is such a strong and overwhelming passion, a weakened body cannot sustain it for long. I have some of my most romantic thoughts when I am with the Iron. Once I was in love with a woman. I thought about her the most when the pain from a workout was racing through my body. Everything in me wanted her. So much so that sex was only a fraction of my total desire. It was the single most intense love I have ever felt, but she lived far away and I didn’t see her very often. Working out was a healthy way of dealing with the loneliness. To this day, when I work out I usually listen to ballads. I prefer to work out alone. It enables me to concentrate on the lessons that the Iron has for me. Learning about what you’re made of is always time well spent, and I have found no better teacher. The Iron had taught me how to live. Life is capable of driving you out of your mind. The way it all comes down these days, it’s some kind of miracle if you’re not insane. People have become separated from their bodies. They are no longer whole. I see them move from their offices to their cars and on to their suburban homes. They stress out constantly, they lose sleep, they eat badly. And they behave badly. Their egos run wild; they become motivated by that which will eventually give them a massive stroke. They need the Iron mind. Through the years, I have combined meditation, action, and the Iron into a single strength. I believe that when the body is strong, the mind thinks strong thoughts. Time spent away from the Iron makes my mind degenerate. I wallow in a thick depression. My body shuts down my mind. The Iron is the best antidepressant I have ever found. There is no better way to fight weakness than with strength. Once the mind and body have been awakened to their true potential, it’s impossible to turn back. The Iron never lies to you. You can walk outside and listen to all kinds of talk, get told that you’re a god or a total bastard. The Iron will always kick you the real deal. The Iron is the great reference point, the all-knowing perspective giver. Always there like a beacon in the pitch black. I have found the Iron to be my greatest friend. It never freaks out on me, never runs. Friends may come and go. But two hundred pounds is always two hundred pounds.
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Another of my CD designs. Actually it moi doing the spoken / word bit. Here is the link to audio: Galaxy . /
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her hair is falling in my face / like a sunset dipping low to tantalize / its fragrance intoxicating / like a smoke filled mind / brushing across half closed eyes a breath caught and taken back in / then given away in a sloppy wet kiss / the taste, a surly smooth mixture / a creation from both / oh what a potion of bliss a shimmer rising off wet skin / that moment of melting two into one / thoughts are spoken in a whisper / in a rhythm strong / the crimson glow, the song sung time stops in a forever hug / gentle sweet kisses in all the right places / none want to end, I wink, she grins / her amber sunset / covering both our faces
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Time
by Matt WisnerAcrylic and Ink on Canvas
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Find here a selection of Greeting Cards. / The perfect card for any occasion. Photograph taken from the Public Domain, courtesy of Wikimedia here This file is in the public domain, because images on this website have been explicitly declared public domain by the Washington State Legislature In case this is not legally possible: / The right to use this work is granted to anyone for any purpose, without any conditions, unless such conditions are required by law. A simple and humorous caption added. Have a nice day is a commonly spoken valediction, typically spoken by service employees or clerks to customers at the end of a transaction, particularly in North America. This repetitious and dutifully-polite usage has resulted in the phrase developing a cultural connotation as a stereotypical display of impersonality, disinterest, or passive-aggressive behavior. Alternatively check out my Zazzle store and make your own customised card online. Zazzle custom greeting cards are a great way to send a special message. Whether you are sending holiday greetings, announcing a new baby, celebrating a birthday, sending wedding or party invitations, or just need to say “hi”. It’s fun and easy way to design the entire card, adding your photos and messages to all four sides. / / / / / / / / / HUMOUROUS CARDS FOR ALL OCASSIONS / A selection of products in my Zazzle store: More choices from Zazzle: Wear My Art – Check out Female Contemporary Art on Apparel here: My Images Do Not Belong To The Public Domain. All images are copyright © taiche. All Rights Reserved. Copying, altering, displaying or redistribution of any of these images without written permission from the artist is strictly prohibited / See more of taiche at ZAZZLE / Baby Custom T-Shirts :dress that baby up with a special design on a custom t-shirt, long sleeve or onesize / Kids Custom T-Shirts .from organic t-shirts to long sleeve shirts, boys, girls, and toddlers can fill their fashion needs with a one-of-a-kind custom t-shirts for kids. Check out the latest organic t-shirts, sweatshirts, and girls shirts. And plenty of styles for toddlers too! Aprons / Bags / Buttons / Cards / Hats / Keds Shoes / Keychains / Magnets / Mousepads / Mugs / Postage / Postcards / Stickers / T-Shirt / Ties* Don’t forget to check out my poetry section Selected works of art from my 2009 Portfolio Do not forget to check out my range of fully customisable calendars. Simply let me know your choice of images and months to show them and I will create especaillly for you. You can choose from any of my images. /
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Photograph taken therough the front spokes of a Harley-Davidson Dyna at the golden hour just south of Nunn, Colorado. Copyright Don Bailey, 2009. Other photographs by Don Bailey are located here or http://www.flickr.com/photos/theotherdb/
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Another lovely Gardenia blossom! / Nikon D70s / 70-300mm / F8 , 1/250…Orton effect / RAW / 4/27/09 – 513/32ort / / /
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North end of Schell Creek Mountains / Northern Steptoe Valley – Eastern Nevada RedBubble Album: Great Atmosphere
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The People Have Spoken
by RedBubbleOf course by ‘people’ we mean you, and by ‘spoken’ we mean clicked on the vote button under their favourite Music Machines tee. The “D…
Of course by ‘people’ we mean you, and by ‘spoken’ we mean clicked on the vote button under their favourite Music Machines tee. The Demo competition is now closed and twenty extraordinarily excellent tee designs have weaved their way to the front of the queue, thanks to YOU and your finger. Before we hand them to Demo to choose the Top Five ultimate champions, please put down your coffee, comb your hair and make some noise for these twenty finalists: You can view all the superb entries here. The final selection will be announced shortly, watch this space. Well not this space, but, oh, you know what we mean. Minister of Shirts
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Azalea / Japanese Gardens, Gosford Regional Art Gallery Canon 30D / 18-200mm IS lens
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Red Cullins, Skye, Scotland. / / / Words on the First Death. A Prayer for Alexion. It ended in the cold apparently. With drum and pipe and the English priest complaining. A message would be sent with the Eagle. They all knew but no one mentioned. The age of enlightenment was here after all below the Glen. The clearances changed the immediate world from the coughing of the old , the sheep bleating of the young and the righteous anger of the mountain. All combined richly in one death. / How did I consider the role I apparently played? Was I known in her life? Was there a need for me then as there is a special need for her in my concious attempts to play the minor notes first? / Conventions and commitments show their dangerous parts whatever the history . The only true courage is to face up to our failings and rejoice we are no worse, or indeed no better. This was the only pure truth of those puberty dreams that I invented in my illness. Never come again until she said just now and now, Come to Me. / Alexion died in the cold and lonely just as she the first one I loved and loved me with those same bright eyes. With her went the choice of relating the ghost story of this failing throughout my ages. / The sleet cut the mountain slabs and the large wings beat against a wind that was change intangible. Predator died ignominiously with carrion poison. Eggs shattered and were collected for enlightenment under the revolution industry glass. The rest of us became impotent with it. The English priest’s complaining was heard in the vaulted industrial halls of an Albion no one recognised, understood or wished for. In the shooting breaks of the not so common, the peat whiskey was drunk and renounced regularly. / In this future memory the red salmon river flowed forever over its falling. The Blackcock stood occasionally King of its own castle and the Eagle found there were not enough to continue. The wildcat hid until I discovered it in books given away as academic prizes. Finally going in search of these pathways that led to where she once nearly lived and finally lost, flew away.
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Leaves through the frosted glass at Longwood Gardens, PA
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