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I took this photo in England and also made the rough sketch.
That's just an idea, my next work will be more crazy, hopefully.
© 2010 - Ben Heine
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I took this photo in Oxford, England (not in Venice, lol). I also made the rough sketch (very very quickly for this one...)
PS: Sorry for the long absence, I just came back from a trip abroad... But I did work a lot and I'll be posting one new "Pencil Vs Camera" image every day until the 30th of May. Thank you all for your support!
PS: Sorry for the long absence, I just came back from a trip abroad... But I did work a lot and I'll be posting one new "Pencil Vs Camera" image every day until the 30th of May. Thank you all for your support!
Blossom Tree
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By Peter S. Quinn
The nights are young and days still
Promises of worship life shall fulfill
As rain comes to earth and forest
A flower shall give its beautiful crest
And a heart will come and be within
Take day by day its twilight’s spin
What into the heart grows to learn
Forest of man and street shall earn
Come give your truth to the dreams
Which like a flower from beauty streams
And wishful thinking will come again
And join these powers that now reign
Grow your green on the high hill
Take what is yours and from earth will
All is not there what you now see
Look at the leaves look at the tree
Hold your own with reading of sign
And draw your doubt from its horizon line
Powers within are everywhere about
Giving you spirit and showing you doubt
The question lies there which has power
Street with their names or dawn’s own hour
Rise to each name shine with its beams
Moments will come and have their deems
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By Peter S. Quinn
The nights are young and days still
Promises of worship life shall fulfill
As rain comes to earth and forest
A flower shall give its beautiful crest
And a heart will come and be within
Take day by day its twilight’s spin
What into the heart grows to learn
Forest of man and street shall earn
Come give your truth to the dreams
Which like a flower from beauty streams
And wishful thinking will come again
And join these powers that now reign
Grow your green on the high hill
Take what is yours and from earth will
All is not there what you now see
Look at the leaves look at the tree
Hold your own with reading of sign
And draw your doubt from its horizon line
Powers within are everywhere about
Giving you spirit and showing you doubt
The question lies there which has power
Street with their names or dawn’s own hour
Rise to each name shine with its beams
Moments will come and have their deems
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Darling
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Each Life is
Like a Flower
By Peter S. Quinn
Each life is like a flower
With leaves of green and yellow
And in the rain shower
They become quite mellow
Like dreams that are going by
Or flickering flames by night
The open reddish evening sky
That falls away its light
When love is in our heart
There is so much there going
From the beginning it'll start
To give of its tender flowing
You become with flames about
And feelings that inside glow
For all the fire will be out
Like streams of a river to grow
When all is done you feel inventive
Like grass that sways in wind
And to the world assentive
So tender out sided skinned
With closeness to a life you are
And deliberated with roses
Each night you drift alone with a star
As love again to you apposes
Like a Flower
By Peter S. Quinn
Each life is like a flower
With leaves of green and yellow
And in the rain shower
They become quite mellow
Like dreams that are going by
Or flickering flames by night
The open reddish evening sky
That falls away its light
When love is in our heart
There is so much there going
From the beginning it'll start
To give of its tender flowing
You become with flames about
And feelings that inside glow
For all the fire will be out
Like streams of a river to grow
When all is done you feel inventive
Like grass that sways in wind
And to the world assentive
So tender out sided skinned
With closeness to a life you are
And deliberated with roses
Each night you drift alone with a star
As love again to you apposes
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The Path to Knowledge
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There Are Times
A poem by Peter S. Quinn
There are times,
There are ways,
There are wonders,
And I can't be certain
Of everything;
Though I speak,
Though I hear,
Though I see,
My knowledge shall never
Be complete.
There are waves on
The ocean,
There is distance
Across the sea,
There are mountains
To be climbed,
There are people to
Be free;
But one thing is certain,
Freedom lies inside of me.
There are times,
There are ways,
There are wonders,
There is good and hope
In everything;
There are people,
There are moonlights,
There are days,
And in the eyes
Of my loved one
Of love I can read.
There are green colors
Of grass,
There are flowers
In the soil,
There are clouds
Across the sky,
There are hopes
For everyone;
But one thing is certain,
We must become strong.
There are times,
There are ways,
There are wonders,
And life goes on
Like before;
There are stairways,
There are distances,
There are ceilings,
But they won’t keep us apart
For knowing ones heart.
.
A poem by Peter S. Quinn
There are times,
There are ways,
There are wonders,
And I can't be certain
Of everything;
Though I speak,
Though I hear,
Though I see,
My knowledge shall never
Be complete.
There are waves on
The ocean,
There is distance
Across the sea,
There are mountains
To be climbed,
There are people to
Be free;
But one thing is certain,
Freedom lies inside of me.
There are times,
There are ways,
There are wonders,
There is good and hope
In everything;
There are people,
There are moonlights,
There are days,
And in the eyes
Of my loved one
Of love I can read.
There are green colors
Of grass,
There are flowers
In the soil,
There are clouds
Across the sky,
There are hopes
For everyone;
But one thing is certain,
We must become strong.
There are times,
There are ways,
There are wonders,
And life goes on
Like before;
There are stairways,
There are distances,
There are ceilings,
But they won’t keep us apart
For knowing ones heart.
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Summer Time
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Dream Dream Away!
A poem by Peter S. Quinn
Dream dream away tonight
With each song that feels right
Some bouquets are in your mind
And other's in reality you'll find
Keep them and grow them more
Some of them pictures will lore
Daydreaming going to dreams
The image of uncertainty deems
Spin through clutter and rainbow
Everything that's shining the day
Fill every thought with a wow
Come what should and what may
Tumbling down to new summer
Feeling the warms in its hands
Finding the blossoms newcomer
Each in its field and marshlands
Dream dream away to the bright
Morning that comes after night
Filling the air with its perfume
From every summer bed's bloom
A poem by Peter S. Quinn
Dream dream away tonight
With each song that feels right
Some bouquets are in your mind
And other's in reality you'll find
Keep them and grow them more
Some of them pictures will lore
Daydreaming going to dreams
The image of uncertainty deems
Spin through clutter and rainbow
Everything that's shining the day
Fill every thought with a wow
Come what should and what may
Tumbling down to new summer
Feeling the warms in its hands
Finding the blossoms newcomer
Each in its field and marshlands
Dream dream away to the bright
Morning that comes after night
Filling the air with its perfume
From every summer bed's bloom
Relaxing On The Grass
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© 2009 - Ben Heine
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A picture I took around Oxford in England
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Engaging
Hands of
Earth
A poem by Peter S. Quinn
Engaging hands of earth - you touch us still
Around and round in every transparent dream
Each bleaching falling glisten in quietness seem
Dear sweet autumn that my yearnings fulfill
Your smooth earthen mixture of shadings to thrill
With stars in your hair of yellow brown stream
Summer of gold is now leaving in gleam
Giving to dim every song in its skill
Withering dark to the changing grass confer
With ground tincturing that dresses the leaves
In the placid of days that are going by
Now is the time of full harvesting year
Just before tomorrow comes in with grieves:
Crack of dawn calm and the red clouded sky
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© 2009 - Ben Heine
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A picture I took around Oxford in England
.
Engaging
Hands of
Earth
A poem by Peter S. Quinn
Engaging hands of earth - you touch us still
Around and round in every transparent dream
Each bleaching falling glisten in quietness seem
Dear sweet autumn that my yearnings fulfill
Your smooth earthen mixture of shadings to thrill
With stars in your hair of yellow brown stream
Summer of gold is now leaving in gleam
Giving to dim every song in its skill
Withering dark to the changing grass confer
With ground tincturing that dresses the leaves
In the placid of days that are going by
Now is the time of full harvesting year
Just before tomorrow comes in with grieves:
Crack of dawn calm and the red clouded sky
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