Tams
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J Tam
United States
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Tam Nguyen
Australia
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tams
60 creative works found
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A selfportrait in a daily series. One I liked. / Regarding the look of it: it’s noisy but it’s supposed to be :) And there’s a slight texture over it as well.
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We visited Apenheul primate park in Holland. It’s a wonderful place – these golden lion tamarinds were all around us, free to jump amongst the trees. Amazing! Taken with Nikon D50.
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Another portrait shot from our Cav, Tammy….Bribing her with schmacko’s helped with these shots of course.!
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Tam Coc “Halong Bay on Land” / Tam Coc, near Ninh Binh, sharing the same limestone features as Halong Bay.
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This is a photo of an old church in Tams, WV. Kodak ZD710
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While walking with good friend of mine along a lonely path location on the insides of a city she reaches out and for no reason at all takes my hand. We continue walking without words. None needed. A house comes upon us. I take a picture. This is the picture. Somehow the perfect representation of the moment. / What lay inside this window? I will never know. for a boy who never loved / his fingers were to strong / for a girl who never dared / her fist did not just hit the table Photo by Jef Harris.
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Taken in Ho Chi Minh City, Vietnam at the Tam Son Hoi Quan Pagoda. I have said it many times, the smallest and most mundane things amuse me so that being said it is truly no surprise that I came home from a few days in Vietnam and had a photo of an electrical plug! Sold through Zazzle in May 2009 Also available as a business card design. Click here to view.
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Hologram Tam better known as Thomas Mc Anea was trying a little quantative easing of his own but sadly his assistance with the current financial crisis wasn’t appreciated. Tam & his associates have been sent to prison for forging UK banknotes. / Tam’s artistic talents have got him six years in prison. By the time he gets out the financial crisis should be over & he could earn a good living along with the likes Sir Fred Goodwin & many others who have guided us through & into these difficult times. / It has to be said though; at least Tam has got real talent. / I had an idea that Hologram Tam sounded a bit like Telegram Sam so re-worked my original idea to incorporate a Marc Bolan T.REX EMI style version. / More Info can be found here
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Scot with attitude. This man is wearing a tartan Kilt, Tam and Sporran. Text says Up Yer Kilt.
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IN A ROWING BOAT, WE EXPLORED THE LAGOON COMPLEX AT TAM COC, NORTH OF HANOI. THE JOURNEY TOOK US THROUGH LOW CEILING CAVES, WHICH DIVIDED THE WATERWAYS. THE SCENERY WAS SUBLIME THE JOURNEY WAS HEAVENLY…..AS WAS RURAL VIETNAM
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ACRYLIC ART CALENDARS CARDS POETRY PHOTOGRAPHY – ANIMALS PHOTOGRAPHY -CANDID SHOTS PHOTOGRAPHY – CATS AND DOGS PHOTOGRAPHY – CONTEMPORARY WORK PHOTOGRAPHY – FLOWERS PHOTOGRAPHY – INSECTS PHOTOGRAPHY – TRADITIONALLY TURKISH PHOTOGRAPHY – TREE AND TREE PARTS T-SHİRTS 2009 would be the 250th birthday of the Bard – Robbie Burns. To celebrate this I have put together art and poetry relating to Tam O’Shanter. / The original artwork is in the public domain and can be seen ’’here’’:http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Tam_O%27Shanter_and_the_Witches_-_John_Faed.jpg / This image (or other media file) is in the public domain because its copyright has expired. GREETING CARDS ARTWORK ADAPTATIONS – BLANK / ARTWORK ADAPTATIONS – WITH MESSAGE / EVENTS / BIRTH / BIRTHDAY / HEARTS, LOVE, VALENTINE, INNUENDO AND TEASE / HUMOUROUS CARDS FOR ALL OCASSIONS / / , / SEASONAL AND HOLIDAYS / BURNS / CHRISTMAS / EASTER / GET WELL / MOTHER’S DAY / REMEMBRANCE / THINKING OF YOU / Tam o’ Shanter / When chapmen billies leave the street, / And drouthy neibors, neibors meet, / As market days are wearing late, / An’ folk begin to tak the gate; / While we sit bousing at the nappy, / And getting fou and unco happy, / We think na on the lang Scots miles, / The mosses, waters, slaps, and styles, / That lie between us and our hame, / Where sits our sulky sullen dame. / Gathering her brows like gathering storm, / Nursing her wrath to keep it warm. This truth fand honest Tam o’ Shanter, / As he frae Ayr ae night did canter, / (Auld Ayr, wham ne’er a town surpasses / For honest men and bonie lasses.) O Tam! had’st thou but been sae wise, / As ta’en thy ain wife Kate’s advice! / She tauld thee weel thou was a skellum, / A blethering, blustering, drunken blellum; / That frae November till October, / Ae market-day thou was nae sober; / That ilka melder, wi’ the miller, / Thou sat as lang as thou had siller; / That every naig was ca’d a shoe on, / The smith and thee gat roaring fou on; / That at the Lord’s house, even on Sunday, / Thou drank wi’ Kirkton Jean till Monday. / She prophesied that late or soon, / Thou would be found deep drown’d in Doon; / Or catch’d wi’ warlocks in the mirk, / By Alloway’s auld haunted kirk. Ah, gentle dames! it gars me greet, / To think how mony counsels sweet, / How mony lengthen’d, sage advices, / The husband frae the wife despises! But to our tale:- Ae market-night, / Tam had got planted unco right; / Fast by an ingle, bleezing finely, / Wi’ reaming swats, that drank divinely / And at his elbow, Souter Johnny, / His ancient, trusty, drouthy crony; / Tam lo’ed him like a vera brither- / They had been fou for weeks thegither! / The night drave on wi’ sangs and clatter / And ay the ale was growing better: / The landlady and Tam grew gracious, / wi’ favours secret,sweet and precious / The Souter tauld his queerest stories; / The landlord’s laugh was ready chorus: / The storm without might rair and rustle, / Tam did na mind the storm a whistle. Care, mad to see a man sae happy, / E’en drown’d himsel’ amang the nappy! / As bees flee hame wi’ lades o’ treasure, / The minutes wing’d their way wi’ pleasure: / Kings may be blest, but Tam was glorious. / O’er a’ the ills o’ life victorious! But pleasures are like poppies spread, / You sieze the flower, its bloom is shed; / Or like the snow falls in the river, / A moment white-then melts for ever; / Or like the borealis race, / That flit ere you can point their place; / Or like the rainbow’s lovely form / Evanishing amid the storm.- / Nae man can tether time or tide; / The hour approaches Tam maun ride; / That hour, o’ night’s black arch the key-stane, / That dreary hour he mounts his beast in; / And sic a night he taks the road in / As ne’er poor sinner was abroad in. The wind blew as ‘twad blawn its last; / The rattling showers rose on the blast; / The speedy gleams the darkness swallow’d / Loud, deep, and lang, the thunder bellow’d: / That night, a child might understand, / The Deil had business on his hand. Weel mounted on his gray mare, Meg— / A better never lifted leg— / Tam skelpit on thro’ dub and mire; / Despisin’ wind and rain and fire. / Whiles holding fast his gude blue bonnet; / Whiles crooning o’er some auld Scots sonnet; / Whiles glowring round wi’ prudent cares, / Lest bogles catch him unawares: / Kirk-Alloway was drawing nigh, / Whare ghaists and houlets nightly cry. By this time he was cross the ford, / Whare, in the snaw, the chapman smoor’d; / And past the birks and meikle stane, / Whare drunken Chairlie brak ’s neck-bane; / And thro’ the whins, and by the cairn, / Whare hunters fand the murder’d bairn; / And near the thorn, aboon the well, / Whare Mungo’s mither hang’d hersel’.— / Before him Doon pours all his floods; / The doubling storm roars thro’ the woods; / The lightnings flash from pole to pole; / Near and more near the thunders roll: / When, glimmering thro’ the groaning trees, / Kirk-Alloway seem’d in a bleeze; / Thro’ ilka bore the beams were glancing; / And loud resounded mirth and dancing. Inspiring bold John Barleycorn! / What dangers thou canst make us scorn! / Wi’ tippeny, we fear nae evil; / Wi’ usquabae, we’ll face the devil!— / The swats sae ream’d in Tammie’s noddle, / Fair play, he car’d na deils a boddle. / But Maggie stood, right sair astonish’d, / Till, by the heel and hand admonish’d, / She ventured forward on the light; / And, wow! Tam saw an unco sight Warlocks and witches in a dance; / Nae cotillion brent-new frae France, / But hornpipes, jigs strathspeys, and reels, / Put life and mettle in their heels. / A winnock-bunker in the east, / There sat auld Nick, in shape o’ beast; / A towzie tyke, black, grim, and large, / To gie them music was his charge: / He scre’d the pipes and gart them skirl, / Till roof and rafters a’ did dirl.- / Coffins stood round, like open presses, / That shaw’d the dead in their last dresses; / And by some develish cantraip slight, / Each in its cauld hand held a light.- / By which heroic Tam was able / To note upon the haly table, / A murders’s banes in gibbet-airns; / Twa span-lang, wee, unchristen’d bairns; / A thief, new-cutted frae a rape, / Wi’ his last gasp his gab did gape; / Five tomahawks, wi blude red-rusted; / Five scymitars, wi’ murder crusted; / A garter, which a babe had strangled; / A knife, a father’s throat had mangled, / Whom his ain son o’ life bereft, / The gray hairs yet stack to the heft; / Wi’ mair o’ horrible and awfu’, / Which even to name was be unlawfu’. / Three lawyers’ tongues, turn’d inside out, / Wi’ lies seam’d like a beggar’s clout; / Three priests’ hearts, rotten, black as muck, / Lay stinking, vile in every neuk. As Tammie glowr’d, amaz’d, and curious, / The mirth and fun grew fast and furious; / The piper loud and louder blew; / The dancers quick and quicker flew; / They reel’d, they set, they cross’d, they cleekit, / Till ilka carlin swat and reekit, / And coost her duddies to the wark, / And linket at it her sark! Now Tam, O Tam! had thae been queans, / A’ plump and strapping in their teens, / Their sarks, instead o’ creeshie flannen, / Been snaw-white seventeen hunder linnen! / Thir breeks o’ mine, my only pair, / That ance were plush, o’ gude blue hair, / I wad hae gi’en them off my hurdies, / For ae blink o’ the bonie burdies! But wither’d beldams, auld and droll, / Rigwoodie hags wad spean a foal, / Louping and flinging on a crummock, / I wonder did na turn thy stomach! But Tam kend what was what fu’ brawlie: / There was ae winsome wench and waulie, / That night enlisted in the core, / Lang after ken’d on Carrick shore; / (For mony a beast to dead she shot, / And perish’d mony a bonie boat, / And shook baith meikle corn and bear, / And kept the country-side in fear.) / Her cutty-sark, o’ Paisley harn / That while a lassie she had worn, / In longitude tho’ sorely scanty, / It was her best, and she was vauntie,- / Ah! little ken’d thy reverend grannie, / That sark she coft for he wee Nannie, / Wi’ twa pund Scots, (‘twas a’ her riches), / Wad ever grac’d a dance of witches! But here my Muse her wing maun cour; / Sic flights are far beyond her pow’r; / To sing how Nannie lap and flang, / (A souple jade she was, and strang), / And how Tam stood, like ane bewitch’d, / And thought his very een enrich’d; / Even Satan glowr’d, and fidg’d fu’ fain, / And hotch’d and blew wi’ might and main; / Till first ae caper, syne anither, / Tam tint his reason ’ thegither, / And roars out, “Weel done, Cutty-sark!” / And in an instant all was dark: / And scarcely had he Maggie rallied, / When out the hellish legion sallied. As bees bizz out wi’ angry fyke, / When plundering herds assail their byke; / As open pussie’s mortal foes, / When, pop! she starts before their nose; / As eager runs the market-crowd, / When “Catch the thief!” resounds aloud; / So Maggie runs, the witches follow, / Wi’ mony an eldritch skriech and hollo. Ah, Tam! ah, Tam! thou’ll get thy fairin’! / In hell they’ll roast thee like a herrin’! / In vain thy Kate awaits thy commin’! / Kate soon will be a woefu’ woman! / Now, do thy speedy utmost, Meg, / And win the key-stane o’ the brig; / There at them thou thy tail may toss, / A running stream they dare na cross. / But ere the key-stane she could make, / The fient a tail she had to shake! / For Nannie, far before the rest, / Hard upon noble Maggie prest, / And flew at Tam wi’ furious ettle; / But little wist she Maggie’s mettle – / Ae spring brought off her master hale, / But left behind her ain gray tail; / The carlin claught her by the rump, / And left poor Maggie scarce a stump. No, wha this tale o’ truth shall read, / Ilk man and mother’s son take heed; / Whene’er to drink you are inclin’d, / Or cutty-sarks run in your mind, / Think! ye may buy joys o’er dear – / Remember Tam o’ Shanter’s mare.
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This is tribute of brave Meg, Tam O’shanter’s surefooted gray mare / from Rabbie Burns spooky tale set in deepest darkest Alloyway… / our equine heroine here posed proudly beneath the stars. ”...the wind blew as ‘twad blawn it’s last; / The rattling showers rose on the blast; / The speedy gleams the darkness swallow’d; / Loud, deep, and lang the thunder bellow’d: / That night, a child might understand, / The Deil had business on his hand. Weel mounted on his gray mare Meg / a better never lifted a leg, / Tam skelpit on thro’ dub and mire, / Despising wind, rain, and fire…” ( Image composed of two of my original / pix in Photoshop, a pretty highland pony / in Arisaig & a hillside on Bute…plus some added / dark drama..lol )
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A selfportrait in a daily series. / Note on look of the photo: noisy and scratchy on purpose; there is a light texture as well.
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Tam Coc, 2 hours south of Hanoi in Vietnam. Paddle boats in the harbour – all available for hire.
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2009 celebrated the 250th birthday of the Bard – Robbie Burns. To celebrate this I have put together art and poetry relating to Tam O’Shanter. / The original artwork is in the public domain and can be seen ’’here’’:http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Tam_O%27Shanter_and_the_Witches_-_John_Faed.jpg / This image (or other media file) is in the public domain because its copyright has expired. ACRYLIC ART CALENDARS CARDS POETRY PHOTOGRAPHY – ANIMALS PHOTOGRAPHY -CANDID SHOTS PHOTOGRAPHY – CATS AND DOGS PHOTOGRAPHY – CONTEMPORARY WORK PHOTOGRAPHY – FLOWERS PHOTOGRAPHY – INSECTS PHOTOGRAPHY – TRADITIONALLY TURKISH PHOTOGRAPHY – TREE AND TREE PARTS T-SHİRTS 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 / More products available / Why not follow me on / or join me at Not zazzled yet! SEASONAL SERIES BURN`S NIGHT / SAINT PATRICK`S SERIES AMERICAN POLITICS SERIES ANIMAL SERIES ART TO WEAR BIRDS CATS AND DOGS SERIES CELTIC SERIES CUTE SERIES DID I HEAR YOU RIGHT SERIES DIGITAL SERIES EINSTEIN SERIES FOR F**’s AKE SERIES GAY SERIES KISS SERIES LINE DRAWING SERIES MANAGRAM SERIES NATIVE AMERICAN SERIES PALINDROME AND AMBIGRAM SERIES PHALLUS SERIES PISS TAKE SERIES RUDE FOOD SERIES SEASONAL SERIES SIGN AND SYMBOL SERIES SMILE SERIES TEXT ONLY SERIES UK POLITICS UNDERWEAR SERIES VINTAGE BURLESQUE SERİES WTF IS THAT ALL ABOUT? 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
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Scot with attitude. This man is wearing a tartan Kilt, Tam and Sporran. Text says Up Yer Kilt.
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This is TAM He’s a springer spaniel who has a mind of his own. My mum enters him into agility comps and the chaos ensues. He’s a rogue but a loveable, affectionate dog. My best mate!!
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Ok, so this was made to make fun of a once oh so popular children’s toy from the 1990’s. I heard the name tamagotchi on the train home one day and thought, what would i be like if these pet toys were real and the end product is what you see here.
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This is Tam with his favourite toy. He loves this ball and will chase it as long as his legs will carry him.
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Nicknamed ‘Ha Long Bay of the land’. Fast becoming a major tourist destination
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Amy took this photo to put into the chocoholics anonymous group. : ) Yes…I’m a dealer and an addict..and she’s an addict too.. I know my redbubble friends..you probably thought I was a good mum. Shame on me.. shame..shame..shame…..
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Near the centre of the Melbourne CBD with Federation Square to the right and Flinders Street station to the left.
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