I drew this with pencil on a piece of paper in my sketchbook. I referred to a photo of my mother as a 10 years old, and somehow it ended up looking more like me. Many people mistake this to be my self-portrait. It’s funny that it turned out this way. Many people tell me I resemble my mother, and I don’t see that so much. Even as I was looking at my mother’s past photo, I wasn’t thinking that she looked like me, but in the end I see a portrait which looks like me. I drew this during my summer after grade 11 (age 17). At the time my mother was in Japan and I was missing her. Some photo reference of my mother and I. Do we look alike? This work has been featured in: / Pencil Drawing
A daffodil… one of my favorite flowers.
I am hereby officially tendering my resignation as an adult….
I am hereby officially tendering my resignation as an adult. / I have decided I would like to accept the responsibilities of an 8-year-old again. I want to go to Mc Donald’s and think that it’s a four star restaurant. I want to sail sticks across a fresh mud puddle and make ripples with rocks. I want to think M&Ms are better than money because you can eat them. I want to lie under a big oak tree and run a lemonade stand with my friends on a hot summer day. / I want to return to a time when life was simple. When all you knew were colors, multiplication tables, and nursery rhymes,but that didn’t bother you, because you didn’t know what you didn’t know and you didn’t care. All you knew was to be happy because you were blissfully unaware of all the things that should make you worried or upset. I want to think the world is fair. That everyone is honest and good. I want to believe that anything is possible. / I want to be oblivious to the complexities of life and be overly excited by the little things again. I want to live simple again. I don’t want my day to consist of computer crashes, mountains of paperwork, depressing news, how to survive more days in the month than there is money in the bank, doctor bills, gossip, illness, and loss of loved ones. / I want to believe in the power of smiles, hugs, a kind word, truth, justice, peace, dreams, the imagination, mankind, and making angels in the snow. / So…here’s my checkbook and my car keys, my credit cards and all my responsibility. I am officially resigning from adulthood. / And if you want to discuss this further, you’ll have to catch me first, ‘cause, / “Tag! You’re it.” ~Author Unknown
Womanhood – something of delicate, / fragile in the hand, / fragile in the mind. / And an imperfect lipstick / (too much kisses, / too much words). A state of mind.
Uploaded: 06/24/08 Media: Photograph As the softness of a waterlily… / As gentle as nature may be… / As delicate as the colour of a Nymphaea, / ... and clever as the movement & texture around the inside… / Our emotions and touch may be at times in love. Photo taken at Utopia Park, May 31, 08. / Thanks for viewing and commenting, Have yourself a loving day !!! ~ * ~!! Copyrights© Nira Dabush
Gerbera petals :)
A happy bear in a towed dinghy going along for the ride. Is he on the Bearing Sea….?
water-colour, drawing paper,
A magical white unicorn, this is one of a series of twelve made for a calender showing the enchanting unicorn
Borne Sulinowo,Poland LOVE ME TENDER Love me tender, / love me sweet, / never let me go. / You have made my life complete, / and I love you so. Love me tender, / love me true, / all my dreams fulfilled. / For my darlin I love you, / and I always will. Love me tender, / love me long, / take me to your heart. / For its there that I belong, / and well never part. Love me tender, / love me dear, / tell me you are mine. / Ill be yours through all the years, / till the end of time. When at last my dreams come true / Darling this I know / Happiness will follow you / Everywhere you go.
DSLR Sony a100 | DT 18-70mm 3.5/5.5 Sony lens / Rawdon, Quebec (Canada) / . / . / / . / / .
All living creatures need LOVE, SUPPORT and TENDERNESS… / (Al Dhafra Camel Festival 2008/2009, in Zayed City – Western Region, U.A.E.) /Canon 400D/ Placed in the Top 10 in the challenge BE MY VALENTINE in the Group All Pets Great and Small January 26, 2009 / Featured in the Group Alphabet Soup June 20, 2009 / Placed in the Top 10 in the challenge The Best of C in the Group Alphabet Soup June 28, 2009 /
Trinity could not possibly love our cats any more than she does! She’s ALWAYS hugging & kissing them. FEATURED in the group Mood & Ambience ~ strictly photos / FEATURED in the group Touching Moments
Scene sealed with a kiss at Folsom Street East Leather Festival 2008, New York. Copyright
Happened to be passing Thirlmere Station in the Souchtern Highlands of NSW (Australia) around lunchtime on Sunday as the 2705 was pulling out with a full head of steam, and a load of sightseers. The Rail Museum at Thirlmere houses about 50 engines in various stages of restoration, and regularly runs these wonderfully nostalgic steam train rides. Featured in HDR Group April 09 / Featured in Out of the Past Group April 09 Landscapes Trees Cards EOD Rusty Flowers Architecture Macro CatchAll DM
which is pronounced Ramnat 09/06/1920 – 03/12/2009 my Grandfather in law, a wonderful man with a wicked sense of humour I first met him 18 years ago and when he shook my hand it stayed shook for about a week afterwards, 6’2” and with a chest like a barrel, a big bear of a man with a heart as big as the world, always ready with a helping hand or a kind word he came home one day with a sheet of 8 Foot X 4 Foot 1/2” triple ply wood on his head, he had walked almost a mile with it from the woodstore as they couldn’t deliver it for two days and he needed it that day ! aged 74 ! he arrived in the UK in the 60’s leaving his wife and all but one of his children behind in Jamaica, he and his eldest son came to the uk to make a better life for themselves and the rest of the family they lived in a room that was 10 foot by 10 foot with one bed in it, which they shared every day he would undertake a two hour bus journey to work in a plastics factory mixing the different plastic powders by hand and back then of course the only mask was a wet hankie ! he would put in a ten hour shift because the extra two hours a day paid the rent on their room he and his son took five pounds a week for themselves to live on surviving on a diet of fish and chips, the rest of their money was mailed home to help build a better house in the Kingston Ghetto, after a year the house in Jamaica was like a palace (well in Jamaica anyway) so they started to save the money they earned and eventually were able to put the down payment on a two bedroomed victorian terraced house in North London the son met a Jamaican girl living in London and got married, and his new bride moved in with them, after twelve years the house was paid for in full due to Ramnat’s hard work, and he helped the son and daughter in law with buying a house for themselves five years on and the time had come to think of himself a little, so finally with his own house and his eldest son settled he sent for his wife to join him they went through absolute hell to get her into the country, they had married in Jamaica when she was only fourteen and as such their marriage was not recognised in the UK, he had to have her visit him for 6 months on a holiday visa while they went through all the immigration nonsense, and as it had not yet been resolved at the end of the 6 months she was forced to return to Jamaica, and was unable to return for another 6 months, finally she came to the UK and they were married in a civil ceremony due to an understanding Immigration official helping them out Nineteen years after he left Jamaica ! now he is 88 years old and in failing health, he had a triple bypass, demanding that the doctors carry it out despite them telling him it woould almost certainly kill him, it didn’t ! but now when I visit him and I sit there talking with him, I can see the fire dimming and he is no longer the big tall bear I met, his walk is unsteady and slow and sometimes he is slow to respond to a comment, but his eyes still light up with delight at seeing us and the kids and his smile is as broad as ever, but he and I know the inevitable is nearing and often share silent moments just looking at each other when he departs this world it really will be a poorer place, but a better one for him having been here and I am for one very glad to have met and known this wonderful man Please make sure you turn up the volume for this Video as it is a quiet recording Love ‘N’ Laughter Kriss Please check this Link Features ! many thanks to WendyL and Keith R. Williams the hosts of this wonderful group
Longing… / Author Amber Elizabeth Donais / Artist myoriginalsin / Here / Longing… / Waking… Await / My Dream … / As Memory…It / Lingers… Vivid… Real, / Surreal … Hope / Enlightens Me… / Holds Me To / You… Yes, Still Dream, / I Wait A Memory / As First Breath… / Wishing Sight … / Only, Loving / You… My Thought / As Your Face / Has Mesmerized… / Remembrance… / Such Passion… Your Spirit, My / Joy… So Touches / Me… In Depth… / Enchanting My / Soul… Longing… Yes, / I Long, In Ache, / Awaiting You… / For Sweet,Sweetest / Moments…Love / Shared. I Dream … / It’s Return…Oh, / Touch Me… / Touching Me Love / My Heart…In / It’s Entirety, / Enhance All… / That I Am… I Stand, Yet Await / As Morning Mist… / Upon Rose… / So, Softly… / As Love’s First / Kiss… Love Whispers… / As Day Waits…For / Night… In Desired… / Completeness… Hope Ever Carries / Me , Across Wind / and Cloud… So / Tranquil It’s Feel… / Tender Calming / Is Sunlight… Waiting, I Long / In My Desire… / My Dream… / Seeking For I / Dream… Each / Day Of You… Sweet Moments / Most Tendered / Pleasure Longing… / My Memory… / I Dream …
February 2009 Canon 5D Mark II
processed with Valiant presets / textures from X-treme Vintage Kit / www.lalamartinresources.webs.com
This little cygnet was one of a few surprises that always await me out on our local Cherry Lake. Friday night was no exception, with Mom and Dad and three cute little newborns, who for a change, chased me around the lake’s edge, obviously hopeful for a feed. / What a curious drama unfolded at sunset, as the lake’s bird-life sought safe nesting for the night ahead. I had never seen such behavior previously in swans- as the parents bellowed loudly and thrust their long necks, banging repeatedly the surface of the water, and keeping the threatening ducks and coots at bay.Light was getting low, but I think the story is told in the series below. Your own interpretations or details are most welcome. For me, it is the tender story of parental love and protectiveness. / Nikon D70s / Sigma 18-200mm lens / f/6 / 1/125 sec exp / 155mm focal length / hand-held / contrast adjustments in PSE. The Story of Tender Lake. A story for the child that remains in us all. / Once upon a time, there was a family… / / Then along came… / / The little ones thought they’d go for a closer look… / / But then got the fright of their lives when… / / Suddenly, they felt so small and alone… / / until… / / they were so glad to see Mum and Dad again!!! / / My Dad’s bigger than your Dad!! / / ...and they lived happily ever… / I will be displaying one or two more of these pieces separately as well as this single cygnet. I hope you have enjoyed my little walk on the lake.
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