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In my depth of sight I see, the basics of nature staring at me.
The Longing for simpler times and the most basic of needs.
Searching for quite in the rush of getting things done.
In my depth of sight I see, the basic redesign of me.
The Longing for the simple to be more common than weeds.
Searching for a rush of peace before the morning sun.
In my depth of sight I see, the basic creation of love in me.
The longing for a simple life starts with simple deeds.
Searching for anything that brings a sense of calm to one.
In my depth of sight I see, basic ties to the earth and me.
The longing for simple has been found in these tiny seeds.
Searching for nothing as the earth sprouts my daily fun.
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Photograph of new seeds sprouting from out of the crumbles of old tree's. Mirrored only.
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Have you ever wondered if Mother Nature stares at her creations.
Each and every plant and critter holding firm to its rightful stations.
This one glimpse solves all the imaginations.
Almost everything photographed can produce the eye formation.
Proof that Mother Nature stares at all her creations.
Driving at night among
all the dancing lights.
With the music on the radio
and its colorful lights adding
to the glow.
Humming to the songs
watching the night lights.
Making mesmerizing streaks
in the glass of my window.
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Radio lights in the car at night, shot with night filter no flash magnified 4 times and an extra spin/shake of the hand as I clicked the camera button.
Mirrored/flipped only
In the sun
the glass dose shine
bending the light
onto your face and mine.
Light and dark combine
gracefully dancing on
the shadow line.
In the sun
the glass dose shine
Brilliant displays as the light
reflects in the glass so fine.
As the shadows draw
the dark line.
In the sun
the glass dose shine
Colorful and warm the
morning light begins to align.
In many shades of color
and darkness
as the sun begins to shine.
Photograph of the sunlight through a green bottle and a glass jar, reflecting off of the wooden table with the shadows from the blinds
We are all alien by design,
different,
unusual,
not like anything
on this earth
and yet we are not benign .
In the grand scheme of things,
we hold a key but is it to our
own destiny?
We know not what secrets lie within,
yet every piece of nature surrounds
us with a grin.
They know our secret but will not tell
and we are to arrogant to ask,
of the secrets they know well.
Where from whence we come,
is alien to some but by design we find,
we are known by some.
This one is a photograph of plants that have been frozen by the water dripping of the house. I selected an area I was interested in and mirrored it with microsoft paint and with this one I added two fisheye filters off my phone but other wise it is a basic photograph. Often I see something but in order to get it across to others I embellish the eyes a bit to make it more showy.
Here Kitty, Kitty...
the wind calls out as it blows
the leaves across the street.
Hear kitty, kitty...
calls the neighbor that say's
they have dinner for it to eat.
Hear kitty, kitty...
don't hide in the leaves.
you look so cute and sweet.
Here kitty, kitty...
vanishing from my dream
as I here the alarms beat.
For those who have
or are children,
born in the
Pokemon era.
This wonderful catch
has leapt from the
grass to fight.
I laughed so hard
when I saw it,
the gushing tears
ruined my mascara.
Ringing my son
on the phone,
about the Pokemon
I caught without a fight.
Guess that makes me
the greatest Pokemon
trainer ever for
catching a real one.
Everyone can raise
the white bandera.
I Win!
Ok, so, kinda crappy poem but had to. :)
Photograph taken of the leaves of a peace Lily and mirrored.
As soon as I seen it, I couldn't bring myself to change it further. Hope you all enjoy it. My son and I did.
A leafs Death face,
From up on the last bare branch,
the last leaf fell from grace.
Drifting gently to the ground
it settles into place.
As it slowly dies it changes,
into the last leaf's death face.
In the dark Staring at the flowers
I see the rabbit sneak in and nibble
at the petals of my dreams.
Dark as it looks,
it brought my dreams to me reminding
me of my feminine powers.
My ability to see the truth where darkness
sets and to move into comfort zones that
to some would be the extremes.
Its fairy wings and deep stare give me comfort
in a way I cant explain in the long night hours.
The darkness I find is the safer place for now,
as it often conceals the tears and my broken seams
The dark rabbit I feel, is here to awaken me
to the day and push away the thoughts of
what was ours.
My cuddly rabbit keep me safe in the dream
where the love is easy and there is only
joy filled screams.
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Photograph of a white flower in a crystal wine glass with the sun behind it and a flash
Mirrored and fish eye filter added to the eyes.
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Seeing Angels,
is forever an
abstract art,
One never knows
when an angel will
in our need appear
with healing to impart
They spend their time
where we can not see
waiting patiently
to assist and bring
comfort to the heart.
Abstract in sight
and thought,
guiding those in need,
the angels do their part
but recognizing
Angels is forever an
Abstract art.
Photograph of the setting sun rotated, mirrored, saturated and a carving filter applied
Truth Arrives in Slanted Beams, part of the 2025 Desert X Art Festival in Coachella Valley, CA. Artist Sarah Meyohas
Looking around at
ordinary things
Dreaming and
wondering, lost
in the daydream.
Dishes again,
laundry and
toilet rings.
Cleaning all day
is the life and
the theme.
Looking around at
ordinary things.
Looking for ways to
forget the mundane
everyday scheme.
Looking around at
ordinary things
Dreaming and
wondering, lost
in the daydream.
Photograph of the dish's, manipulated and transformed into an eye pleasing image.
The darkness calms as the night creeps in.
Sleep is wanting but the dreams are starting to spin.
Butterfly's emerge from the skin.
Transforming into music from a violin.
Musical notes flutter through the sky, oops one begins a tailspin.
To the rescue swoops the inner dragon.
From within the morphed butterfly the dragonfly dose grin.
As it catch's the musical notes dropping from the Angels Twin.
Magical and innocent the three flutter in dreams from within.
Dreams and music dancing from their mandolin.
Sleep has come in the darkness of night,
no more worry's of what might have been.
Thanks to the music of the Dark butterfly,
the dragon and the Angels twin.
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Photograph of some wooden knots on a white surface with shadows and light.
Mirrored, saturated and vignette added.
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In the green box
are the tools of the earth.
Open your eyes to see,
what tools one will need.
If in the green box
you can see,
The fix's one can make,
when thinking outside the box.
Through nature's eyes,
the path we can see,
to the earths tool box.
If one is willing to walk it
and gather the right tools,
Perhaps then one has
a chance to heal the earth.
Photograph of the path where the old tree's branch's hang to the ground.
Mirrored symmetrically for the mathematical look of squares and shapes.
Happy Face
Happy Face
Painted into place
Happy Face
Happy Face
Love leaves a trace
Happy face
Happy face
Pure grace
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Acrylic abstract painting with blacks and blues, inverted and mirrored.
Smoothed and shiny, wrapped carefully yet tight.
Colored Aluminum over chocolate is a delicious sight.
Peeled away and tossed aside out of the lite.
The wrapper is in a discarded and crinkled plight.
Refreshed by the camera and the artists. might.
This little wrapper takes its own bite.
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Photograph of a Dove wrapper on a wood surface, mirrored, inverted and some color change's and a program filter called deep art effects along with a few stretches and fish eye filters.
This warped smile
from within the wrappers.
Knows the secret you keep.
How many you ate and where
within your cells they will seep.
It smiles back and yet
thankfully not a peep.
This warped smile
from within the wrappers.
Knows the secret you keep.
Each chocolate bite,
ever so rich,
leaves behind a stack
of wrappers that's deep.
Crumple them up,
throw them away
but its to late they have
seen to much,
now you can not sleep.
Thinking about this warped smile
from within the wrappers.
that knows the secret you keep.
Bwahahaha!
Dove wrapper's staked up and mirrored. Fisheye filters applied and a vignette.
What can be done
better with a stick
and a stone.
These are things
that should never
be thrown.
I recommend
photographing
and being artistically
shown.
Pink earth from the
ground and plants
that are grown.
This image creates
a new sticks and
stone's zone.
Where things that hurt
become but a groan.
In the past where
they belong are the
hurts we have known.
Inner healing can begin
with a stick and a stone.
In the spring flowers
her beauty grows.
The Fairy queen's
essence flows.
The wonderful scents
tickle our nose.
As the Fairy Queens
secret world grow's.
A warm and gentle
breeze blow's.
As spring seedlings
she gently sow's.
In the spring flowers
her beauty grows.
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The Christmas tree glows
so beautifully at night.
Flickering is each tiny light.
The Angel visits into
my dreamy sight.
Some see Angel's
dressed in white.
The colorful lights
on the tree make
this one bright.
Mirrored/flipped lights on the Christmas tree, fisheye filter and vignette added.
Cold comes and the water starts freezing until it begins to crack.
The ducks fly of to warmer places with a quack, quack, quack.
As the waters thaw in the sunshine of spring and the new seeds crack.
The ducks fly back to the waters edge with a quack, quack, quack.
Mates are found, eggs are laid and begin to hatch with a crack.
Noisy chirping can be heard on the water until the ducklings learn to quack, quack, quack.
Then once again
Cold comes and the water starts freezing until it begins to crack.
The ducks fly of to warmer places with a quack, quack, quack.
Created by photographing ice cubes on the counter. Vintage filter and mirrored.
If one desire's to feel the soul of a woman,
you must find in her a sense of connection.
Inside her mind,
she feel's a heart beat,
a charged sensation.
One must calm her senses with hands,
that bring a sense of relaxation.
Kisses that are deep and soft,
bring a sense of delight to the situation.
The lips, guided by the warmth of the tongue,
caressing her neck in a sensual flirtation.
Creating in her mind and soul
an intoxicated feeling with your erotic libation.
She will loose herself in the warmth of your breath
as if it were her own aspiration.
Deep caresses and light touches
will bring her senses close to damnation.
Yet, the beat of your heart holds her in place
as one seek's her souls vibration.
To be this close to feel the soul,
that is her sensual inclination.
Her heart, her mind, her body,
crave that kind of communication.
It desires the connection of two souls,
finding each other,
in a passionate cultivation.
The woman's true feelings
are found deep in her hearts vibration.
Protected from all but the one
who seeks her affection.
The souls key is locked behind
the deepest loving expression,
if you seek it?,
you need only find,
her inner salvation.
By Rhonda Lansky
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Created by taking a photograph of rocks in a glass with light behind it and using a flash. Added heart filter, mirrored/flipped for a symmetrical look and then a paint filter applied. Saturated and lighting added.
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Its all golden in the summer sun.
Long rides at night to cool off
when the day is done.
The shimmering sun dances on
the chrome to stun.
Memories will be made
in this one.
Driving, riding or loving
in the backseat with someone.
For the love of a truck is
romantic to some.
The love of the girl who
rides shotgun.
Makes loving a truck
so much fun.
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Close up Photograph of my husbands truck in the sun from a ground perspective. Mirrored, inverted
When one's drink
talks to you
and looks a bit like
Mario Goomba's
I guess someone
had one too
many boomba's
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Welcoming the Wood family.
Mom, Little pup, Big sis, Big dog, Little sis, and Dad
Mom comes from the
central depths of Treeland,
a place where growth and sappy love
contract and expand.
Little pup is from the burnt,
rooted forest of a far away land.
While Big dog comes from
a place so grand.
Big sis and Little sis,
share a room in Treeland,
High amongst the branch's where
the canopy is fanned.
Dad is a little bit of both,
the deep center,
grounded in the land,
with a little bit of sun and roots ,
from someplace that is grand.
All together they form
the rings in the tree band.
One family rooted in the sand.
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Photographs of several pieces from a 3 foot round knot in our tree that have fallen out, as well as one from the knot itself. Mirrored into faces.
Rotterdam, The Netherlands.
Photo by Meike van de Linde.
Artwork series: ‘A la recherche du temps perdu’.
Eggcubism, oil paint on recycled egg cartons on antique mirrors.
As the cold of winter grips
What looks like water drips,
from the furnace
this creature slips.
Carbonic acid drips,
frozen fast from the
breath of winters lips.
The by product
of warmth,
drips a water t
hat should not
touch our lips.
Deadly are these frozen drips
never should they pass our lips.
Stay warm,
as the cold wind nips,
but avoid the water
that drips.
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Photograph of the frozen water that drips from the furnace exhaust outside onto the leaves.
Mirrored
Dieing flowers in the vase.
Screaming is this face.
While beauty we chase,
we forget life is not arranged in place,
like dieing flowers in the vase.
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Photograph of Flowers in a vase, mirrored, vignette, and saturation added
Dancing in the misty light.
Is the beautiful fairy
in my sight
Her wings are delicate
yet gift her with flight.
Dancing in the misty light.
Dancing in the misty light.
Drifting through the air so slight
Her every move an elegant sight.
Dancing with her,
attached quite tight,
is her shadow in the night.
Dancing in the misty light.
Created by photographing Lily's in front of dark tile.
Inverted, mirrored and a few fisheye's for a specific look.
As the winds begin to blow,
the cold sets in yet,
there is no snow.
The garden creatures
prepare for winter sleep,
settling in deep.
This type of rain
with the cold in tow
dose not help
my garden grow.
Yet fighting sleep,
is this little creep.
Last to bloom and grow,
it stays for the fall show.
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Fall Tiger Lily blooms
mirrored, color inverted and saturated.
Pink Lilly Lip Kisses
passed all around.
Soft cheeky squishes
and secrets to be found.
Dark eyes full of wishes
but yet not a sound.
Perhaps the work of witches
or is it something more profound.
A creation story I created for scientists.
Hear is the beginning.
All story's relating to one heavenly being are in truth the ways that our ancestors told us about science and knowledge and all the things they knew and understood.
What to be careful of and what to do and not do. As our ancestors knew that most would not understand science, it was then told in a more understanding way for the time, in bibles and other books of the like.
How else could they have known what the center of an atom looked like or the secrets of science in symbols like the Star of David and many more.
Now as I see it it goes like this.
In the beginning there was Energy.
Energy grew and grew until there was
Mass and then together they created Atom
Atom is a neutron, electron and proton.
These three make one and are the
beginning of all life.
No life exists with out this
tiny speck of energy and mass.
Mass, works side by side with energy
creating everything.
Life can not be given to anything
with out these two things.
Thus we have in other words,
Our Father in the heavens, Energy!
Our Mother Earth, Mass!
Creation, The holy spirit
They create our life as we know it now.
They are forever changing over and
over creating creation.
Creation is the child.
The child born of Energy and Mass is Atom,
the beginning of all life.
Thus, we have....................
The Father, The Son and The Holy Ghost
with us, in us and around us always and forever.
Existing as one, eternally.
Created by taking a photograph of some trees and earth, mirrored to create the star of David effect or the center of the basic atom. HDR filter, saturation and enhancing colors.
The Peace Lily
drenched in sunlight.
Beautiful and bright.
Brings thoughts
of wonder and delight.
Zen is the one standing
in the light.
Guiding inner lights
from the darkness
ever so slight.
Following the dancing,
colorful beams of sunlight.
To the Zen of the Lily
in white.
Photograph of a Peace lily in the sunlight. Inverted, saturated and mirrored just right. Actual untouched picture taken by me is posted on my photostream.