tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-92062500834785866692024-02-07T16:14:24.597-08:00Bev's 100 Theme Challengesindybevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05505539407819784525noreply@blogger.comBlogger30125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9206250083478586669.post-49243486454432635372011-08-05T11:03:00.000-07:002011-08-05T11:03:13.653-07:00Dawn in Mist #13<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinUXql9_sx7Zo4K4LM8nhXqwgQadL3eMooQi5eEKv7dZCBj2rxXxt-1OIFfhEEjqkVCcyRvlD8z-WJZepkznHTea_xJqfUyqO5x5gd8d_3LFhDUjB2IP39mo4ivvO8uMNl2CZwcRWkFLRb/s1600/Dawn+in+Mist.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinUXql9_sx7Zo4K4LM8nhXqwgQadL3eMooQi5eEKv7dZCBj2rxXxt-1OIFfhEEjqkVCcyRvlD8z-WJZepkznHTea_xJqfUyqO5x5gd8d_3LFhDUjB2IP39mo4ivvO8uMNl2CZwcRWkFLRb/s640/Dawn+in+Mist.jpg" t$="true" width="640" /></a></div>Sunrise in the country is sure to bring peace to the soul.indybevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05505539407819784525noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9206250083478586669.post-91429954087822505482011-07-16T10:14:00.000-07:002011-07-16T10:14:36.805-07:00Challenge #74 - Window<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtxvJlHoPBhV71pEfzMUEkTaCTtxRUU0Gtk2DlTWxeUyc9rQRFOh4tE6pNAV4pfeNkcwdNyCxaSUGCdBlLSO1Nbi7RBwXrFMygMldBewohDrZlbnHpgGZq6HIxxDr8AZJ2w-BjNG05XAjV/s1600/Window.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" m$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtxvJlHoPBhV71pEfzMUEkTaCTtxRUU0Gtk2DlTWxeUyc9rQRFOh4tE6pNAV4pfeNkcwdNyCxaSUGCdBlLSO1Nbi7RBwXrFMygMldBewohDrZlbnHpgGZq6HIxxDr8AZJ2w-BjNG05XAjV/s640/Window.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>Credits: Holliewood Studiosindybevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05505539407819784525noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9206250083478586669.post-60440454696082811402011-06-08T10:04:00.000-07:002011-06-08T19:07:15.943-07:00Magic - #62<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />
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Credits: Background by Finecrafted Designs, other elements googled.indybevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05505539407819784525noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9206250083478586669.post-29367498474926484752011-06-03T10:08:00.000-07:002011-06-03T10:13:14.141-07:00Exotic - #64<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />
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Credits: <br />
Corners: Lorie Davidson, Scrapbook Graphics<br />
Background: Finecrafted Designs<br />
Bird - Elizabeth Golden<br />
Girl: Public Domainindybevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05505539407819784525noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9206250083478586669.post-23548244607764950702011-05-19T11:45:00.000-07:002011-05-19T11:45:13.796-07:00Gateway - #79<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlKgI3Q1iYAbctxY8nuFLEKJcjhmN39IC-p7sTInpXdsPSrbds7BQ1HJNSAGc1WZ0yjimfGxKDBrxJAXVmKBlduT1CSwdb3zsPhCToyPF2NsT1GDuPaBEvDmtEda7Z8jiQjpKQq_68NkYw/s1600/Gateway+-+%252379.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlKgI3Q1iYAbctxY8nuFLEKJcjhmN39IC-p7sTInpXdsPSrbds7BQ1HJNSAGc1WZ0yjimfGxKDBrxJAXVmKBlduT1CSwdb3zsPhCToyPF2NsT1GDuPaBEvDmtEda7Z8jiQjpKQq_68NkYw/s640/Gateway+-+%252379.jpg" width="494" /></a></div>Background, woman and elements from Finecrafted Designs. Photoshop tweaking.indybevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05505539407819784525noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9206250083478586669.post-32613109571542878282011-05-11T07:53:00.000-07:002011-05-11T07:53:40.837-07:00Secrets - #100<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI8S2Uz8QFKpPbzW8qTipDBOXJkbo1VQ2__9WPwWqiQwJjnywd0y9flM2F6HYIEhHinzFOtECaa0eB53BJZ3HWyMQO2OOaZSg3-8LMY2gXHyoPFu1aZOZQZHW545yA0qlunh3g1aXTJYhS/s1600/oldmaster-rubens.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI8S2Uz8QFKpPbzW8qTipDBOXJkbo1VQ2__9WPwWqiQwJjnywd0y9flM2F6HYIEhHinzFOtECaa0eB53BJZ3HWyMQO2OOaZSg3-8LMY2gXHyoPFu1aZOZQZHW545yA0qlunh3g1aXTJYhS/s640/oldmaster-rubens.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>Who knows what secrets these two share? This is for the 100 challenges "Secrets" challenge.<br />
Credits: Finecrafted Designs (background), Peter Paul Rubens (portrait), all else net-surfed.indybevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05505539407819784525noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9206250083478586669.post-23324849839766026992011-05-07T17:02:00.000-07:002011-05-07T17:02:28.113-07:00Windmills - #68<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHFrOR0gsEyyTmgZ72lLtZQ1PJHZiYBEUEAu7vtz1_WhnwJP9y7L5j7UD_-PCUl-R8EUY1LVQ1dP9eiw4PAaCRlnaqgRv9Vh2QpQnPiuk6oOlKVpQ6qY79uobsmc-QZan1XwlVzNeo0Ck6/s1600/Windmill+-+%252368.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHFrOR0gsEyyTmgZ72lLtZQ1PJHZiYBEUEAu7vtz1_WhnwJP9y7L5j7UD_-PCUl-R8EUY1LVQ1dP9eiw4PAaCRlnaqgRv9Vh2QpQnPiuk6oOlKVpQ6qY79uobsmc-QZan1XwlVzNeo0Ck6/s640/Windmill+-+%252368.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>TILTING AT WINDMILLS ....<br />
"The Quixotes of this age fight with the windmills of their own heads." ~ John Cleveland<br />
Credits: Finecrafted Designs for background. Many Google images blended and grunge crackle overlay applied.indybevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05505539407819784525noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9206250083478586669.post-50958689861744114832011-05-06T17:44:00.000-07:002011-05-07T08:52:52.284-07:00Stars - #34<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqA6DJVj9E5tD_FSYLOm50lGUXKT6zdGz3h-ayuIIkGlNgUPBflo-kdBrrMJ5l-Gh9An_AnFkSCHL6evOrzPL29erB8RTiM-bTc9pejdy-AP5vDTN0IdGluGnT5vShZBxuExUIOcumDRg9/s1600/Stars+-+%252334.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqA6DJVj9E5tD_FSYLOm50lGUXKT6zdGz3h-ayuIIkGlNgUPBflo-kdBrrMJ5l-Gh9An_AnFkSCHL6evOrzPL29erB8RTiM-bTc9pejdy-AP5vDTN0IdGluGnT5vShZBxuExUIOcumDRg9/s640/Stars+-+%252334.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>"It is not in the stars to hold our destiny, but in ourselves..." ~Anonymous quote.<br />
Credits: Background mine with overlays from Creates Wings Designs and Jofia Devoe. Googled image of Liza.indybevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05505539407819784525noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9206250083478586669.post-51890482310405282832011-05-03T08:45:00.000-07:002011-05-03T08:45:08.480-07:00Two Roads - #44<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOvX0JCbqv9NrBRRtoNlzzLYZDJ8u2NshaiPjaDwLnpKuNyiY_J20IUeFmWdaOjAaYPIdiIHkHo2uWbujiM1yK3LwAJDba7CXka3PoolcZO2kFnc_lBw3Bhkfi-oUPILBBSx7ZEZLXRxji/s1600/Road+Less+Traveled.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOvX0JCbqv9NrBRRtoNlzzLYZDJ8u2NshaiPjaDwLnpKuNyiY_J20IUeFmWdaOjAaYPIdiIHkHo2uWbujiM1yK3LwAJDba7CXka3PoolcZO2kFnc_lBw3Bhkfi-oUPILBBSx7ZEZLXRxji/s640/Road+Less+Traveled.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>Of course "Two Roads" brings to mind the Robert Frost poem with its famous lines ..."I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference". My two roads are a blend of images gleaned from internet surfing. indybevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05505539407819784525noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9206250083478586669.post-29126985748662302242011-04-26T12:45:00.000-07:002011-04-26T12:47:22.307-07:00Universe - #56<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZQ2z9D4tvLbHbtxADw42ChTs_A0b1H2XkMwCHoWgKw4PzK2-TH-k3AHyANtPv8utM2Qh3xWVnAXzPSzWyf_z_rCUd2awXE2lSlW5hQK2vyvyD5YpW0h3DBMW0C2JJUM0KhZjyyIt41Xoo/s1600/Universe+-+%252356.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" i8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZQ2z9D4tvLbHbtxADw42ChTs_A0b1H2XkMwCHoWgKw4PzK2-TH-k3AHyANtPv8utM2Qh3xWVnAXzPSzWyf_z_rCUd2awXE2lSlW5hQK2vyvyD5YpW0h3DBMW0C2JJUM0KhZjyyIt41Xoo/s640/Universe+-+%252356.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Credits: Finecrafted Designs</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> Jofia Devoe</div>indybevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05505539407819784525noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9206250083478586669.post-28444684042959758372011-04-17T13:51:00.000-07:002011-04-17T13:51:22.041-07:00Male - #46<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLx4n2dRlcnU53tjJ2R9wQ-fncsJWd0KcORgOT8jzgtEX8lDuxZnH6JhWFazolauLrCATK8peW_-M2fO4pqtVqNQZXm08Yd7ZVGHNMKNlIiC0v-rGqDNu8qDZ2em-gQ3UB-f6TQq08o5jE/s1600/Empty+Man+.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLx4n2dRlcnU53tjJ2R9wQ-fncsJWd0KcORgOT8jzgtEX8lDuxZnH6JhWFazolauLrCATK8peW_-M2fO4pqtVqNQZXm08Yd7ZVGHNMKNlIiC0v-rGqDNu8qDZ2em-gQ3UB-f6TQq08o5jE/s640/Empty+Man+.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>There are those who don't see beyond the boundaries of themselves, who spend their lives looking for elusive happiness, never knowing if they turned their sight outward and gave of themselves they might find fulfillment.<br />
"An empty man, filled only with himself". ~ Edward Abbeyindybevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05505539407819784525noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9206250083478586669.post-60104323030439629762011-04-16T06:54:00.000-07:002011-04-16T06:54:14.993-07:00Smile - #14<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHhvg-_atbYPaxars52Tdk7EzMkL-p8H1ElXWgA8BWMKehgHuIVm1BAQ8d21ewthwra66wfz4k9TYNxA0YYstYmcnM6GvAaC_K7zJGdKFHaA1CzHSkK1YrdP8WAhCAmqZ2fnxEaRZDBcxO/s1600/Smile+-+%252314.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHhvg-_atbYPaxars52Tdk7EzMkL-p8H1ElXWgA8BWMKehgHuIVm1BAQ8d21ewthwra66wfz4k9TYNxA0YYstYmcnM6GvAaC_K7zJGdKFHaA1CzHSkK1YrdP8WAhCAmqZ2fnxEaRZDBcxO/s640/Smile+-+%252314.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>After two very somber entries, I decided it was time to lighten up with #12 - Smile. The most wonderful smiles are those of babies, with their eyes full of innocence and trust. <br />
"A baby is God's opinion that the world should go on." ~ Carl Sandburgindybevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05505539407819784525noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9206250083478586669.post-48142776265241049332011-04-15T13:01:00.000-07:002011-04-15T13:01:51.713-07:00Desolate - #92<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkLjpYJYNNPtg0IiON-aAgCpHmlPI2CZ-KOSDM_nnsgc_No5VxSS5OPKyRlaluowx0R5i2WEnMsFRR8cUkQh8l_BYan3L3VYYysbXEkYESO6JSmEny42fNnicx7C8RpkDKKdHnv0fvvAg8/s1600/Desolate+-+%252392.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkLjpYJYNNPtg0IiON-aAgCpHmlPI2CZ-KOSDM_nnsgc_No5VxSS5OPKyRlaluowx0R5i2WEnMsFRR8cUkQh8l_BYan3L3VYYysbXEkYESO6JSmEny42fNnicx7C8RpkDKKdHnv0fvvAg8/s640/Desolate+-+%252392.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>The desolation of an empty abundance......the search for meaning.<br />
Credits: Finecrafted Designsindybevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05505539407819784525noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9206250083478586669.post-23865337155405442452011-04-13T10:46:00.000-07:002011-04-13T10:48:23.255-07:00Broken - #52<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXMdWb8TY0ZOrfMdNonnsHjSG7TETxC1zvRY1jP7d8OZuQ5x1vra0WxT2s13YhJKe2fvbXO_Fptk1HxtqCWaoTOjO_OuCx1rfiqYVrSg_d7LLcqMhY3Ikwv7zwG2-WzWgdqW75YD4s00QT/s1600/Broken+-+%252352.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXMdWb8TY0ZOrfMdNonnsHjSG7TETxC1zvRY1jP7d8OZuQ5x1vra0WxT2s13YhJKe2fvbXO_Fptk1HxtqCWaoTOjO_OuCx1rfiqYVrSg_d7LLcqMhY3Ikwv7zwG2-WzWgdqW75YD4s00QT/s640/Broken+-+%252352.jpg" width="640" /></a></div> Shame, <strong>Despair</strong>, Solitude! These had been her teachers - stern and wild ones - and they had made her strong, but taught her much amiss. <b>... ~The Scarlet Letter, Nathaniel Hawthorne</b>indybevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05505539407819784525noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9206250083478586669.post-80714596758504662282011-04-09T09:42:00.000-07:002011-04-09T09:42:05.186-07:00Cave - #21<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF4NG1GWC_8Fldpns1MYRKpiEKP2YRCQRBvPUh9swOwdM84bj4aUP_ClgIFi1AavVjSS8XqnWSn7oBsgmG6uow9HrY41REvCJOq5E8pmyCbyhmc7LPofJQpcg8mG_dBoSTY28iGmpFxmI5/s1600/Cave+-+%252321.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF4NG1GWC_8Fldpns1MYRKpiEKP2YRCQRBvPUh9swOwdM84bj4aUP_ClgIFi1AavVjSS8XqnWSn7oBsgmG6uow9HrY41REvCJOq5E8pmyCbyhmc7LPofJQpcg8mG_dBoSTY28iGmpFxmI5/s640/Cave+-+%252321.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>This is a blending of a number of images of caves and cavemen and cave painting. I used some filters to try to achieve a sense of depth. Thanks for looking!indybevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05505539407819784525noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9206250083478586669.post-22013673141052488882011-04-07T21:22:00.000-07:002011-04-08T17:46:38.045-07:00Half - #20<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpqK0fV5ogMTfFT2BqrZ9kI99s40QWwlVzSwQzwGCBcYlqb9Pt1SZabl4AsAwtL3SZM52QZahD7jdBFwYzS4Rfb3IMTK3iiZiI4KjvCYrreFwcTaCbz9a0u7YvO4I_O2XdAvj8NgrdH57Z/s1600/Half.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpqK0fV5ogMTfFT2BqrZ9kI99s40QWwlVzSwQzwGCBcYlqb9Pt1SZabl4AsAwtL3SZM52QZahD7jdBFwYzS4Rfb3IMTK3iiZiI4KjvCYrreFwcTaCbz9a0u7YvO4I_O2XdAvj8NgrdH57Z/s400/Half.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It was not mentioned in polite family circles, but Aunt Eloise was ambivalent about her sexuality ......</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Eloise's feminine side is from a Land of Nod freebie, and her masculine side is from Flickr Free to Use images.</div>indybevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05505539407819784525noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9206250083478586669.post-85772193212130479022011-04-05T09:19:00.000-07:002011-04-05T09:19:33.700-07:00Puzzle - #98<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgszZopnvBCL-PPqzO_lInr_2DEU75eBU-ppEWbhCNkkXxWQ5RfjBA-dNvsiYIjn2rxdSknFbV1RtbVsRLYjWge2m_H-YGzJqxSW_uFzeWvxlJMH_KQhnXgWUGeQ5DtJVu1qhOqUmXZWl0d/s1600/Puzzle+-+%252398.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgszZopnvBCL-PPqzO_lInr_2DEU75eBU-ppEWbhCNkkXxWQ5RfjBA-dNvsiYIjn2rxdSknFbV1RtbVsRLYjWge2m_H-YGzJqxSW_uFzeWvxlJMH_KQhnXgWUGeQ5DtJVu1qhOqUmXZWl0d/s640/Puzzle+-+%252398.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>Does juxtaposition<br />
Come to fruition<br />
Or circle in square<br />
Belong just there<br />
Would it all be a tangle<br />
Without a rectangle<br />
Maybe an oval would do<br />
Ahhh, 'tis a puzzle, 'tis true.indybevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05505539407819784525noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9206250083478586669.post-90859201776758153702011-04-04T15:21:00.000-07:002011-04-04T15:21:15.333-07:00Upside Down - #17<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9zRA-37_h-dssKZRFfBDgJsu9zVbfI_O5NMlc2jKdxQ_ONY-oJSio2fRCXoCUa1U_AjYsRakjtorCln6MIj3hbzmUIKlZhvHhQutC1ThDPEkQ2suQ3aL-q057g36wjKG9qSAdJuuVkcwQ/s1600/upside+down.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9zRA-37_h-dssKZRFfBDgJsu9zVbfI_O5NMlc2jKdxQ_ONY-oJSio2fRCXoCUa1U_AjYsRakjtorCln6MIj3hbzmUIKlZhvHhQutC1ThDPEkQ2suQ3aL-q057g36wjKG9qSAdJuuVkcwQ/s640/upside+down.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>Credits to Fidlette and Flickr Collage Images for this one. indybevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05505539407819784525noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9206250083478586669.post-79354135021525767472011-03-30T17:38:00.000-07:002011-03-30T17:38:28.524-07:00Abandoned - #38<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh889p3S6JpUE_EbKLMZjoiOzNqu8CkQuxvuFLRS7H9AREY1SqjK0CLOi3ngne6qZx0XJmWN8jfhZUxd_AEZa8nD8Q67hX3G0VhhFnQOZNzehmR5uXqC6uDhBNWbFmYm9uPWsHn5SqVE7WP/s1600/abandoned.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh889p3S6JpUE_EbKLMZjoiOzNqu8CkQuxvuFLRS7H9AREY1SqjK0CLOi3ngne6qZx0XJmWN8jfhZUxd_AEZa8nD8Q67hX3G0VhhFnQOZNzehmR5uXqC6uDhBNWbFmYm9uPWsHn5SqVE7WP/s640/abandoned.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>When I saw this desolate and abandoned bus, I knew there had to be ghostly figures boarding it on their journey to the end of the line. indybevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05505539407819784525noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9206250083478586669.post-8563055101424059642011-03-28T11:20:00.000-07:002011-03-28T11:20:26.909-07:00Ancient - #9<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_T_MeOphkQY0HaoeuHnm86R2h2GEc7BdueFM2xw43iXydTqS6GeiX1MohsIcgnhPMIKUIJCqaQfmFFQBkFcMucXx259d00_oC89mvjqHVs-KTLOTeo8RmGYZQTkQGXQCb4KMxTf5Zqgiy/s1600/Ancient+-+%25239.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_T_MeOphkQY0HaoeuHnm86R2h2GEc7BdueFM2xw43iXydTqS6GeiX1MohsIcgnhPMIKUIJCqaQfmFFQBkFcMucXx259d00_oC89mvjqHVs-KTLOTeo8RmGYZQTkQGXQCb4KMxTf5Zqgiy/s640/Ancient+-+%25239.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>This challenge led me to Egypt, the land of pharoahs and pyramids, the beautiful Nefertiti, and the ancient secrets of the River Nile. The Great Pyramid of Giza is one of the seven wonders of the world. Until the advent of modern skyscrapers, it was the tallest structure in the world. To date, its many passages have yielded no mummies or treasure, and the passages led to empty chambers. It is believed that either ancient tomb raiders have plundered all the treasure, or that the mummy of the Pharoah Khufu is still cleverly hidden within or beneath the Great Pyramid. indybevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05505539407819784525noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9206250083478586669.post-55865887824635946292011-03-25T13:44:00.000-07:002011-03-25T13:44:22.373-07:00White - #36<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-NxZE-KMYmiv0oUpHzeadtUey9Ssg8sK4t8V2pT4clM0-rKAW4hiK88CVACGmDu7pvGYGyyzK_ZCV5kUyf3sJ8-BJewNnZd6piviNl3G69loGqDGzrFIgliH0Z85nN0Ox9u2d4FK4ZCT_/s1600/White+-+%252336.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-NxZE-KMYmiv0oUpHzeadtUey9Ssg8sK4t8V2pT4clM0-rKAW4hiK88CVACGmDu7pvGYGyyzK_ZCV5kUyf3sJ8-BJewNnZd6piviNl3G69loGqDGzrFIgliH0Z85nN0Ox9u2d4FK4ZCT_/s640/White+-+%252336.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>This was an interesting challenge. The image is from the NYPL (1880's) slightly altered, and elements are from Catherine Designs. Thanks for looking!indybevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05505539407819784525noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9206250083478586669.post-38291516575551672782011-03-23T12:25:00.000-07:002011-03-24T07:38:04.268-07:00No Way Out - #59<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUSyP9Gx8h84RHZGwGab0LQ_F_XhJ_ZnMFMy1nwlYsZOznqyRscvc5riemdexB0qqgjAfBBXyCKtjaXSXH7bBzMjuXS3rUare9lXN7LJxPZVDcmTtbzgh2t51jsBDMlXSAK8hd5PEWa7du/s1600/No+Way+Out+-+%252359.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUSyP9Gx8h84RHZGwGab0LQ_F_XhJ_ZnMFMy1nwlYsZOznqyRscvc5riemdexB0qqgjAfBBXyCKtjaXSXH7bBzMjuXS3rUare9lXN7LJxPZVDcmTtbzgh2t51jsBDMlXSAK8hd5PEWa7du/s640/No+Way+Out+-+%252359.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>Before I retired, I had a high-pressure sort of job, and I sometimes felt as if there was no way out. I used to say I needed a private Primal Scream Room. This is my interpretation of it. Ah, glorious retirement! No more need for the Primal Scream Room!indybevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05505539407819784525noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9206250083478586669.post-48337390723789181852011-03-21T16:43:00.000-07:002011-03-21T16:43:12.537-07:00In the Storm - #96<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXUuzUGkM4A6Gua1JsynvqorfKcMkisMZW2hDRFPqofcrdCgt94dlo2oOEB_WyVyq-jEBkugnxQfF-u4CTPrXX6KssPLSqSWk_sueHjprvJ_ynglSiQKERZfZO3e2e_Hp4jgbtCeeKPqym/s1600/In+the+Storm+-+%252396.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXUuzUGkM4A6Gua1JsynvqorfKcMkisMZW2hDRFPqofcrdCgt94dlo2oOEB_WyVyq-jEBkugnxQfF-u4CTPrXX6KssPLSqSWk_sueHjprvJ_ynglSiQKERZfZO3e2e_Hp4jgbtCeeKPqym/s640/In+the+Storm+-+%252396.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>I am a child of the prairie. I love nothing better than watching a storm build in the distance, the clouds roiling and blustering their way closer until I can hear the distant patter of rain on the corn fields, building to a crescendo as the first fat drops splat into the dust of the barnyard, thunder booming and lightning streaking across the prairie sky. There is a fragrance to summer rainstorms on the prairie I long to sense once more. Rain in the city is an entirely different experience, special in its own way, but a prairie rainstorm is unsurpassed. indybevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05505539407819784525noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9206250083478586669.post-4276526059885335982011-03-17T08:09:00.000-07:002011-03-17T08:09:53.624-07:00Sorrow - #28<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="640" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN8qwLW_QRUYb_aauypQBlstvGW4By3J2C17ZkcKaoTW_fOKNyM5P0VoECYgYBHqxNTsXwBmMN6E0R5wL3PySKHgQt38ywWWiaAohg0uJ4haA0JeIOxiU45VTbp1W_TrhR_xe4mTyCu1Ji/s640/Sorrowful.jpg" width="640" /></div><div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This cemetery statue is the epitome of abject sorrow to me. I've subjected it to several filters and tints. I am sorry I no longer have the origin of the border. </div>indybevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05505539407819784525noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9206250083478586669.post-36306150665307275872011-03-16T15:35:00.000-07:002011-03-16T15:35:38.655-07:00Dark - #4<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdXjL1jGlBlNGnPZq96yFPEpedUIuA8y344fhmNJDW2y0d-AYC95g25YgOMJC9ictFff7L5m1BNWX1GOH6hyphenhyphenz9fFPTIKnP7tnPx3VWndcYkmoMG68ybIt6SQOOIV0tPQU7ubiobjPqxL7K/s1600/music+of+the+night.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdXjL1jGlBlNGnPZq96yFPEpedUIuA8y344fhmNJDW2y0d-AYC95g25YgOMJC9ictFff7L5m1BNWX1GOH6hyphenhyphenz9fFPTIKnP7tnPx3VWndcYkmoMG68ybIt6SQOOIV0tPQU7ubiobjPqxL7K/s640/music+of+the+night.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>The sights and sounds of the city at night are many and varied. Neon signs, twinkling lights, people at windows, the sounds of music echoing from the pubs, all accompanied by the spirits of the past. All images from net surfing. indybevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05505539407819784525noreply@blogger.com5