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Pelican at Bateman's Bay, NSW.
Canon Rebel 2000 film camera, Canon EF 40mm f/2.8 lens, Kodak Portra 400 colour negative film.
While volunteering for post-flood relief in Goodna, Queensland I was asked to inspect this house to check whether certain things needed cleaning.
This was the second story. Only the frame of the house remained.
Parasailing over Lake Taupo.
Canon Rebel 2000 camera, Canon EF28-105/f3.5-4.5 lens, Lomography 100 Color Negative film.
This is something I just saw while walking by and had to turn back to take the shot. The wooden structures just happen to nicely frame the plant. This is taken at the Kleopatra beach in Alanya, Turkey.
Arches National Park, Utah.
This arch receives its name because photographers use it in their photos to frame Delicate Arch.
a buyer of a lot of my older work, emailed me pics of my paintings framed in his home. it's interesting to see these older pieces framed and hung! i haven't seen them in years... thanks jay!
Framing Hanley live in Glasgow's Garage
Monday 20th September 2010.
All photos by Stacey
Please do not remove credit.
Thanks!
Well, with all the hours spent playing guild wars.
I just created an Elementalist. This profession allows you to control nature and use it to your own benefit.
Well this is me learning how to cast lightening bolts.
It's kinda draining, but I am working on it.
I am still a level 2 Elementalist.
Wait till am level 20 :D will make some nice fireworks muahahaha! *evil grin*
On June 10, 2013, members and guests of City of Hope's National Home Furnishings Industry gathered to honor Larry Harrow and Jason Harrow of Hollywood Bed Frame at the 22nd Annual West Coast Golf & Tennis Tournament.
You gotta love the way this painting is placed.
No doubt I wasn't the first, or last, person to take this particular photo angle.
Filling the Frame:
I took this picture of the beadwork on my boot for the Compositional Tool "Filling the Frame". I took this picture because I really like the beadwork on my boots, and liked the way that the picture turned out in the light I was standing in.
Up to London with ianbartlett and we met up with Darren Wilkin.
First stop was to see The Crystal Palace Dinosaurs. And then for a wander around the park and the town.
Yet another view of the Crystal Palace mast.
This photo of framed fall colors (by a willow tree) was taken at Old Mill Park, consisting of 20 acres along Lake Chelan, outside of Manson, Washington. The image was captured with a tripod vertically holding the DSLR (digital single lens reflex) camera with vertical grip set at a hyperfocal distance (that is, near and distant objects are sharp in the photo), ISO 400 and f/22 using a wide-angle zoom lens (12 to 24).
GPS: Approximate location, latitude 47° 52' 42.92" N, longitude 120° 7' 40.04" W.
Keywords: Flora, Nature, Landscape, Trees, and USA.
Frame :*FALCONER CYCLES* road
Headset :*WHITE INDUSTRIES* ec34/ec34 headset
Front wheel :*SHIMANO* dynamo × *PACENTI* forza rim
Rear wheel:*WHITE INDUSTRIES* T11 road hub × *MAVIC* open pro ust rim
Stem :*HUNTER CYCLES*
Tire :*CONTINENTAL* grand prix 5000 TL
Brake :*CAMPAGNOLO* centaur brake set
Crankset :*WHITE INDUSTRIES* VBC road crank set
BB:*PHILWOOD*
FD :*SRAM* force
RD :*SRAM* force
Seatpost :*THOMSON* masterpiece seatpost
Saddle :*CORIMA × SELLE ITALIA* flite saddle
Grip:*OURY* bmx grip
Skewer :*PAUL* quick release skewer
Rack:*PASS AND STOW* 5rail rack
Bag :*OUTER SHELL ADVENTURE*
Bell:*KING CAGE*
Head Light:*SINEWAVE* cycle beacon
Tail light:*SUPERNOVA*
I am cracked,
under the exterior that illusions in the light as a diamond;
I am cubic zirconia.
Desolately prefect,
Suffering in the confines of the imagination.
Finding confidence in material things;
Absorbed in the idea of love instead of the loving what is inside and out.
I am Marble,
With one push off the proper pedestal I am dust.
Small microscopic compositions of endless matter,
All deteriorating into its original source, defining new laws of science,
I am made up of nothing.
I am built of insecurities,
That latch onto my soul like leeches.
Sucking the light out of all of my contrasting complexions and veins.
Only leaving fragile bones that propel in gravity’s black hole of silence.
Alone.
I am a hypocritical disgust,
Finding beauty in everything but the mirror which propels my real self.
I am…false smiles,
the puppet to the puppeteer,
Plastered with an everlastingly distorted connection between the exterior and interior.
I am a conscious disappointment,
With the knowledge that beauty is not a obtainable tangible item but a self projection of inner confidence.
I am a river,
looking for an estuary to hide in,
So I can no longer face the true problems that I face,
Stabbing my heart with false hope,
Killing myself with judgment,
Diluting my mind with comparisons…
I am easily broken,
With no frame to place these fragile pieces of glass into,
I am…
Who