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Peter From
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Silent Morning

Early morning silent Zen of Chai
feeds upon the breasts of Fall,
Hazy clouds of vapor travels as calm of night,
Ever lasting obscurity flees from the silent winds of change,
Lurking of our loving depths, divine silence, fallen leaves,
a dying Mesquite - no crown for fowl in flight,
Contemplative morning, depths of silence, wisdom,
greets my soul with a silent morning
Zen of Chai.

John Evans


Just another hot air balloon composite, just because I so love making them. :)

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Swan Lake

‘Neath the light of a shimmering full moon
swan turns ballerina
to dance on a luminous lake
with it’s relatives in attendance.
The child performer dreams of pirouettes
as ripples of water extend to the shore,
in an unending display of nature at it’s best.
Twilight beckons as her tutu transforms,
becoming feathers once again
as the youngster turns on her bed,
soon to awaken.

––K. Botka

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Taking a Walk

Don't walk behind me; I may not lead. Don't walk in front of me; I may not follow. Just walk beside me and be my friend.

––Albert Camus

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Evening Flight

Man must rise above the Earth—to the top of the atmosphere and beyond—for only thus will he fully understand the world in which he lives.

— Socrates

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Gratitude bestows reverence, allowing us to encounter everyday epiphanies, those transcendent moments of awe that change forever how we experience life and the world.

––John Milton


Photoshop composite for my series Wall Art. The deer is courtesy of DigitalDesigner:

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A! Fredome is a noble thing!
Fredome mays man to haiff liking;
Fredome all solace to man giffis,
He levys at ese that frely levys!
A noble hart may haiff nane ese,
Na ellys nocht that may him plese,
Gyff fredome fail; for fre liking
Is yarnyt our all othir thing.
Na he that ay has levyt fre
May nocht knaw weill the propyrte,
The angyr, na the wretchyt dome
That is couplyt to foule thyrldome.
Bot gyff he had assayit it,
Than all perquer he suld it wyt;
And suld think fredome mar to prise
Than all the gold in warld that is.
Thus contrar thingis evirmar
Discoweryngis off the tothir ar.

–– John Barbour

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The sun peeps as it fades
still my heart smiles for you
It pounces as the wine pours
Hardly does reality feel me
Neither see me beyond the miles
Colour me red and kiss my passion
Carry my stilettos as they weigh me down
Touch the sensual edges of my feet
The bareness and the harness of my balance
My eyes lids glare with the mascara
My eyes stares with the boldness
The paste of rouge lipstick smiles in motions
The fuchsia silky gown is soft and sleek
Awaiting for your breath to sweep it away
The nipple tassel on the peak of lingerie
Tussles and whistles as they pick in dreams
Turn your head around from afar
See the best of our times and years to come
Never to wear out or ever tear apart
Never to get angry but to hold on forever
Never to be jealous but have a zeal of life



A composite that I created a while ago but never uploaded because I felt it lacks balance. But here it is now anyhow. Enjoy. :)

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Lightning Strikes

Long after dark
In a sky full of grey
Lightning's quick mark
Turns night into day


Another composite of Mont Saint Michel created out of these two images and some Photoshop elements.

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Beauty of Nature

Mine are the night and morning,
The pits of air, the gulf of space,
The sportive sun, the gibbous moon,
The innumerable days.

I hid in the solar glory,
I am dumb in the pealing song,
I rest on the pitch of the torrent,
In slumber I am strong.

No numbers have counted my tallies,
No tribes my house can fill,
I sit by the shining Fount of Life,
And pour the deluge still

––Ralph Waldo Emerson


Just another composite created around this image:

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The Journey

When a lover hies abroad
Looking for his love,
Azrael smiling sheathes his sword,
Heaven smiles above.
Earth and sea
His servants be,
And to lesser compass round,
That his love be sooner found!

––Rudyard Kipling


Yet another photo composite made of various elements. The originals are found here:
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