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Trick or treat, Deb Strain, Moda; The Very Series, Eric Carle LLC., Andover Fabrics. Blogged about it here www.intheboondocks.blogspot.com/2012/10/halloween-top-fin...
Project: David Jacobs-Strain "Terraplane Angel"
Client: David Jacobs-Strain
Process: Offset
Inks: 4/0 (Pantone Inks)
Paper: Environment White
a tugboat doing what it was designed to do---the spanish tug r claudia hauls the aurora away from the cruise terminal at vigo in northern spain
Drucilla Anna Strain (1913-1994) Actress and Ziegfeld Girl born in New York City to parents Robert Strain (1893-1950) and Anna Fallon (1894-1981). She married Charles Eugene Teagarden (1913-1984) in 1931 and had a daughter Druanne Teagarden (1939-1981). She later married Dick Stone and died in Long Beach, Nassau, New York 1994.
photographer - Maurice Seymour, Chicago
Image Enhancement - Vizmage Studio
Actually, I prefer cardiac exercise rather than strain. We usually do strain when wake up don't we? And I think that is enough.
2011
Aérosol, Marker
33 x 40 cm
Contact & availablity original artwork: goddogwashere@gmail.com
All rights reserved. © GoddoG
Super easy, fine textured and low fat cheese ready to nosh on in under 2 hours? You bet!
Adapted from Tigress in a Pickle
On ly one paw on the ground!
A sunny Sunday in Southampton.
More CANDIDS and STREET SHOTS will follow as and when.
Middle Fork of the Salmon River, Salmon-Challis National Forest. Forest Service photo by Charity Parks.
Teams of horses are challenged to pull heavy weights as far as they can as part of the farm show competitions. This team pulled the farthest.
Project: David Jacobs-Strain "Terraplane Angel"
Client: David Jacobs-Strain
Process: Offset
Inks: 4/0 (Pantone Inks)
Paper: Environment White
Some Days
There are some green and guileless days—
Whose pockets aren’t stuffed with newspapers
Or watches piping useless alarms
Or with the market’s highs and lows;
They bring nothing of the sort.
There are some days
Whose mouths don’t froth with gossip,
Whose faces are not haunted by terrifying
Conspiracies.
On these days, loudspeakers leave the city,
Shops vanish without a trace.
All protests and rallies disband.
The wide-open window of these days
Doesn’t bring cold, polluted air.
Their verandas are not fiery infernos.
Days like these have their own climate.
They wear flower mufflers and bouncy
Earrings. They come swaying heedlessly—
Stark naked.
These days, these days, stealing
Fresh apples from season less trees,
Rouse a mythic warrior will
In the crowded pit of bodies.
They come through unknown doors,
A whisper of eternities, taking over.
Sarmad Sehbai