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.

Tambour en éclats,

jongle le cœur tsigane,

vivre, c’est danser.

Drums crack through the night,

the juggler's soul spins with fire,

to live is to dance.

Tambour en éclats,

jongle le cœur tsigane,

vivre, c’est danser.

Drums crack through the night,

the juggler's soul spins with fire,

to live is to dance.

My still life painting captures the vibrancy and movement of freshly gathered flowers, painted from life with expressive brushwork and rich textures. The composition bursts with energy, as bold strokes and a dynamic interplay of colors create a sense of depth and spontaneity. The delicate pinks, purples, and blues contrast beautifully against the lush greens, while the soft, abstract background enhances the ethereal quality of the piece. Light and shadow dance across the petals and leaves, giving the painting a natural, almost fleeting atmosphere - like a moment of beauty preserved on canvas.

Sunshine in the pines in my hometown,

lazy days and summer haze fill the air all around.

Evil face's peek

through where we

least expect it.

Often looking for

a way to make

you troubled.

A Surreal life when

you least expect it.

Looking for faces

in the earth when

its tumbled.

Tambour en éclats,

jongle le cœur tsigane,

vivre, c’est danser.

Drums crack through the night,

the juggler's soul spins with fire,

to live is to dance.

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Cirque Imagine Lyon.

Tambour en éclats,

jongle le cœur tsigane,

vivre, c’est danser.

Drums crack through the night,

the juggler's soul spins with fire,

to live is to dance.

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Cirque Imagine Lyon.

Sometimes images are all that take shape . . .

“What unites us in sadness also connects us in the insistence that compassion is the ultimate impowerment,” - Molly Fumia -

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 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.

Hypnotized by the

memories of the past.

The dreams of my

ancestors passing

through my mind.

Lines and prints bring

back a sense of being.

Many moons have

passed since primitive

thoughts seeped in

to bind.

Thoughts

of

the

native

kind.

Dublin Bus Airlink Volvo VG 50 without the branding on a 747 express service to Dublin Airport.

Heirlooms,

lost,

in another

time and place.

Destined,

to take up,

someone

else's space.

Understanding,

sentiment and family

lines have,

with these items,

been traced.

Emotions,

flowing from

everyone's face.

A death,

often comes with,

the throwing away

of a family's grace.

Created by photographing Grandma's Heirloom jewelry and Dad's hunting string, on a red pillow, mirrored for the view and given a slight detail filter.

lens baby sweet 50 + canon 6D mark II

When a building is alive,

every corner can see you.

Following your every step

from the inner halls to your

car too.

Walking faster will not save you.

Be polite, do not write on the walls,

throw away your trash too.

These are just a few things

I would remember to do.

Least the building sees you