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In the house of snow
there are many ways to go.
Much like a house of mirrors,
one must find the right path
through the snow.
Left or right, around we go,
through the House of Snow.
In the forest's fun house its
good to know which way to go.
One dose not want to be lost
in the snow not knowing which
way to go.
Walking along life's path.
Finding new places seeing
into the world.
Looking into the forest as
if it were conquerable.
Walking along life's path.
Seeing truth and life in this world.
Nature itself being unconquerable.
Walking along life's path.
Seeking to see the true design in our world.
Knowing only life is conquerable.
Walking along life's path.
In this place there is a secret,
everything is echoed back in perfect reflection.
Beauty seen all around,
everything created with detailed perfection.
This view into a special place, was found through the use of photographic selection.
Echoed in the minds eye and carefully displayed as art for your desired election.
If while wandering in the woods,
you came across the portal.
Would you get close?,
would you dare?,
to look into it with
a long deep stare.
This one lives forever,
so it seems and even darkness
is swallowed by the empty soul
of this wooded immortal.
Great Owl wise and blue.
watching, watching
over me and you.
How can something
linked to the wise,
be in need of such
big eye's,
for it isn't sight that
brings wisdom through,
but knowledge of all things
that are true.
Lilly's, mirrored, inverted, saturated with extra fisheye filters for extra wide eye's.
In my mind
daydreams and haze.
Seeing into
another's gaze.
Searching for
the inner maze.
With eyes that see
not the craze.
Look with eyes that
have no glaze.
Uncover the sight
that art sets ablaze.
Photograph taken of left over metal coil that covers and protects wires in lighting systems. No alterations to photograph other than mirrored only.
Secret places,
I like to find.
The ones hidden
between your
world and mine.
Magical in every way.
Places where
fairies would
dance and play.
Beautiful doorways
such as this.
If I walked across
would it open to
my bliss.
Is the troll hiding underneath,
or the Dragon flying above
with large sharp teeth.
Why, when we grow up?,
do we stop seeing.
Is magic only for children
who's daydreams
are fleeting?
As the fall sun drifts
in and out and the
cool breeze finds
its way in.
Warm coco and colorfully
quilted blankets bring
the memories in.
Family's and loved ones,
laughing as the
stories begin.
Winter Holidays and cuddling
by the fire, count me in.
Created by photographing fall leaves through the car window, adding drama and HDR filters and mirroring
Curling up in the cold of winter
is how we pass our days.
Wrapping up in the blankets for
warmth is all the craze.
The leaves however are
blanketed in the snow,
with little warmth to speak of
when the wind dose blow.
Curling instead the tips
of there being,
as the cold seeps in,
that here is what we are seeing.
Take not the warmth for granted,
as the weather outside is not enchanted.
Walking down my path one day,
I found the end of the road.
The hot cement just disappeared
into the grass as it began
to unfold.
What is this beauty, unforeseen.
My walk has lead me
to a place so clean
As I put one foot in
front of the other,
I saw the new path begin.
Now I am on a different road.
Imagine a sophisticated 'burp'
Collage made for the latest theme 'Eyes' on
I tried to make a GIF animation but didn't know how to upload.
Elegant Elemental's
surround us everywhere.
We walk by so often
without even a care.
Elegant elemental's
surround us everywhere.
Perhaps an artistic peek
at the world around you,
will cause you to stare.
To stare,
at the
elegant elemental's
everywhere.
Photograph of coiled metal used to protect wiring. Mirrored only. No extra touch ups to this photograph.
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Even in winter the mind
seeks to find,
warmer places
to unwind.
The butterfly surfaces,
but can not fly,
daydreaming of the
deep blue sky.
It is far to unkind to
have to wait,
but soon summer
will be here,
as is the
seasons fate.
Reflecting in the water.
The tree's branch out.
Spanning across the
ripples, in a fancy route.
Looking into the reflected blue,
the bare fall tree's pout.
In the water beyond the reflection,
are their leaves,
no doubt.
Come spring the tree's will reflect again
with green leaves all about.
Photograph of water with the tree's reflection's, mirrored,
Collage made for this week's theme 'include a fish a flower and a heart' on kollagekit.blogspot.com/
The Universe created
a friend for you and me.
Its spirit entwined,
close as can be.
A bit of Star dust and soul,
that only the heaven knows.
Warm, soft fur and
a kissable nose.
My Universal friend and me,
spirits entwined,
so shall it be.
Photograph of my dogs paw in the snow inverted and color saturated.
Playing with light in
the darkness.
Changing shapes pulling
them from the void.
Colors dance in an
uncertain likeness.
As the butterfly emerges
from within, I feel overjoyed.
The light has changed
the blackness.
A light that cannot be destroyed.
Photograph of lights in the dark, mirrored, stretched with fisheye several times and inverted the colors back and forth a few times for the right color. saturated slightly.
Puppy in the garden,
bouncing all about.
Playful little puppy,
popping up and out.
Playing in the garden,
with that cute little pout.
Puppy made of Lilly's
makes me smile as it
prances all about.
Dancing in the wind,
with a barking shout.
Smelling the beautiful flowers,
sniffing it up with its snout.
Puppy in the garden,
bouncing all about.
Playing in the shadows of the yard.
The dogwood greets us with its
old familiar bark.
Inviting us to play is the st Bernard.
Frolic in the grass he barks,
just before dark.
When we see best, the magic of
the shadows in the yard.
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Photograph of the tree in the yard with the sun casting shadows.
Mirrored and fish eye filter added.
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The stairway, shines,
so sleek and high.
Once at the top,
the doors are
slightly ajar.
Whispering, calling,
from way up in the sky.
Any one can climb these
steps with ease no matter
whom you are.
Young and old near and far
any one can go when their
time comes nigh
Seeking the light and
reaching for that star.
Simply cast away the dark
and gloomy ties.
When you seek you'll find
the doors will open for all,
there is no set bar.
Photograph of Curved, glass staircase with blocked and cubed ceilings.
Many fence themselves
into places they do not
want others in.
Keeping out unwanted
influence and providing
themselves with false security.
On the other side of the fence
is a presence, waiting, wanting in.
It sees all, knows all and is
waiting for human maturity.
Waiting for when we do not
fence ourselves in.
Deep inside the grassland worlds
are the little things we dream of.
Looking out into the universe it seems
the inhabitants of this place can see
more than time and space.
Large and small alike no matter where we are,
the grasslands people can see into this world.
Deep into the tiniest of things and even,
perhaps, into our thoughts.
Perhaps they are the time weavers spoken
of in the story's of old.
Writing for us a place in there world,
as they watch the story unfold.
So many thoughts come together,
dreaming in colors and light.
Waiting, watching for the story to
change as day becomes night.
What will the little creatures
unknown foretell,
of the lands that are sown.
Deep are the seeds,
tall are the tree's and every days
new dreams are grown.
Deep inside the grassland worlds
are the little things we dream of.
Photograph of the grass from the perspective from beneath its leaves looking up. #Mirrored, #flipped, #symmetrical
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This is a photograph of the green lush grass as it grew back after the Meridian fire in Grayling MI. The color of the fresh green grass against the burnt out landscapes was a pleasant site. Some HDR filtering added to help bring out the green color we enjoyed seeing the day I took this.
Squash bud
tightly wrapped,
kinked and twisted.
A plant's way of warding of
bugs and cold unassisted.
Surreal it looks when
at first glance you see
a Squash Bud
tightly wrapped
kinked and twisted
We all have that fear,
that beautiful fear of
the end.
What is the end though,
it differs for us all,
for some there is nothing,
nothing at all.
For others though,
that beautiful fear,
is ceased by the
thought that eternal
life is near.
When dose the fear subside?
That too is up for interpretation,
as a life force of mass and energy
has no end.
For me it subsides,
when my soul inside,
I tend.
We all have that fear,
that beautiful fear of
the end.
Photograph of a plant frozen in an icicle, mirrored.
The rose of Sharon smiles,
even though it is not a Lilly.
This one stretched out on
the counters tiles.
Smiles at me as I arrange
it to meet my wiles.
Photographed like a model
and by manipulating the
image in different styles.
Now we can see,
the Rose of Sharon smiles.
The HDR program I used on this one dropped the shooting information. Shot with a Nikon D5000 and a Tokina 10-17 fisheye back in June of 2009.
In the middle of nowhere,
I can see it all.
The sun, the sky, the trees so tall.
In the middle of nowhere, nowhere at all.
In the darkness of nowhere is a
strange illuminating nightfall.
The power of nowhere begins
its strong, deep call.
In the middle of nowhere, nowhere at all.
Walking towards the center of it all.
I can look into somewhere and see a waterfall.
In the middle of nowhere, nowhere at all.
Through the portal in the middle of it all.
I step into places that are somewhere,
anywhere at all.
Then again, I here the call of nowhere,
nowhere at all.
The sun burst in through the windshield.
Blinding in its beauty as it danced across the dashboard.
Brilliant colors and streaks throughout the vehicle as it played leap frog with the dust and dirt on the glass.
So much beauty in a simple drive through town.
Things we miss as we stop looking around.
Slowing down enjoying the moment.
No longer worried about where ones going
or when to get there.
Beautiful.
Sunlight of the dashboard, mirrored and enhanced for extra color.
Shadow faces on the fence,
light and dark with a touch
of suspense.
Chasing sunshine from one
position to the next,
makes them a little tense.
As the dark sets in their
faces lose their shape,
changes commence.
When the sunlight returns,
the shadow faces again will
dispense across the fence.
I count 13 faces, how many can you see?
The trick is to look for the eyes first.
Neon roses
blue and bright,
casting shadows
in the night
Somewhere in the
delicate folds are
an entrancing insight.
Petals wrap up tiny
secrets in a display
of soft blue light.
Wonders of the
natural world
continue to amaze
and delight.
In the glass the reflection cry's.
as the Lilly face looks surprised.
It dosnt feel the least bit sad
but its reflection still cry's.
In the spring before
the new growth
fully starts.
Dried branches and
lifeless earth,
experience its
awakening state.
Hibernating in the cold,
slow growing
winter earth.
Mother nature opens
her eyes and blinks,
slowly awakening and
with her conscious
memories flooding in,
we once again
experience
spring.