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Fotography Friday – Texas Snow!
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Fotography Friday – Cluain Mhic Nóis
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Art and Media Wednesday – Coldplay’s Strawberry Swing Music Video
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This has got to be one of the more creative and amazing uses of stop-motion photography/videography and chalk I have ever seen. Stunning.
Fotography Friday – Cliffs of Moher
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Fotography Friday – Kylemore Abbey
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Fotography Friday – Glendalough
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Photographic Poetry – A Short Story of Floating Precipitation
about 3 months ago - 2 comments
My members float in flaccid, relaxing placidityI skim my brother’s surface in patient calm existenceThe light in sudden, terrifying fury blows through the bows of they we feed to guard my melancholy frameThe pain is fierce, excruciating hell; my senses are aflame, my mind is growing numb as death approaches nigh…I’m melting softly in the More >
Photographic Poetry – A Short Story of a Basketball Rim
about 3 months ago - No comments
With harsh and stern ferocity, the hot West Texas sun beats down upon my strong and ironed rim with mean consistent constancy The specters of the boys who played their pickup games are floating in my memories, their names I cannot see, their faces now a passing blur The sounds of bouncing basketballs are echoing More >
Photographic Poetry – A Short Story of Friendship and Love
about 5 months ago - No comments
It moved from “I like” to “I love” to “I do” and “I will, for all time, ’till the end when we die”
In sickness and health is our promise to love one another as husband and wife
Now Lovers, once friends; now friends, ever lovers, from yellow to red is the path our love treads
My heart More >
Photographic Poetry – A Short Story of a Snow
about 5 months ago - No comments
The crisp and cold air whips my crystalline frame all around and atop all the proud mountain peaks standing high, sitting tall
I soar like a bird or a cloud on the wings of the wind as I dance and I sing making art in the sky
My heart sings with glee as I look More >
