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Birch in the Moor Everything about this scene appealed to me. how the branches in the foreground are separated from the vertical trunks in the background or the vibrant violet and golden leaves in the treetops. No matter what it was it created a resonance in me. Peaceful nature.
Lost in the frame
are the pieces
of the mind,
far more than
what you see.
First glance brings
the sudden black face,
that smiles
back with glee.
Second glance sees,
the Jesus figure
with arms outstretched
for you and me.
Then comes
two ferry men,
floating on
rushing water.
seeking those
who will pay
their fee..
Last but not least
the dragons face
looking down
at the baby dragon
smiling back at me.
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Created using flowing water into a bottle with flashlights for back lighting. mirrored, Drama filter and inverted the opened in new program and inverted again.
Dragon or the wolf, who will win in the fight for dominance in the fiery battle of the soul.
The dragon stares down the wolf eyeing its next place to sink in its long sharp teeth.
While the wolf listens for the faltered beat of the tired dragons wings to slow.
Clashing together in the embers of the hell they have made.
Tearing apart the massive crust beneath the earth.
The battle rages on and yet we have no clue as to who will win.
Every now and then we get a glimpse of the struggle
when they burst through the earth and bring hell with them.
Created by photographing bark on a tree, cloudy day with flash. Mirroring and HDR filter applied.
One lazy sunny day I was loving the way the sun came through the window and lit up the curtains. This piece was made while daydreaming about the sun.
It is Lace curtains hanging over blinds while the sun shines through casting shadows on the lace curtains. Mirrored and inverted colors with the bottom half of the mirrored piece stretched a bit longer than the top half.
Floating water stars
swirling in my sight.
Day dreams and
memories are things
we hold on to too tight.
Growth in life and love
depend upon ones
changing plight.
Floating water stars
swirling in my sight.
Change and forward
motion are forever
ones true fight.
What dreams came
true were up to you
come day or night.
Floating water stars
swirling in my sight.