tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267263292012-02-16T09:29:14.032-08:00Creamnoreply@blogger.comBlogger251100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26726329.post-40034929309352816972007-07-20T04:38:00.000-07:002007-07-21T10:26:53.192-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f_IV4W0CTB8/RqHvxiju7aI/AAAAAAAAApU/Tl3xJRqrC-s/s1600-h/birds.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089612688274681250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f_IV4W0CTB8/RqHvxiju7aI/AAAAAAAAApU/Tl3xJRqrC-s/s400/birds.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#660000;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Ode to a Nightingale<br /></span></strong>My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains<br />My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk.<br />Or emptied some dull opiate in the drains<br />One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk<br />'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot,<br />But being too happy in thy happiness,-<br />That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees,<br />In some melodious plot<br />Of beechen green and shadow numberless,<br />Singest of Summer in full-throated case.<br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">John Keats</span></strong> </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26726329-4003492930935281697?l=peace-artist.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Creamnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26726329.post-3670113843632625782007-06-22T15:23:00.000-07:002007-06-22T15:35:33.075-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f_IV4W0CTB8/RnxM2n7MowI/AAAAAAAAAlA/JzbugmvmIzI/s1600-h/firetiger.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079018981080998658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f_IV4W0CTB8/RnxM2n7MowI/AAAAAAAAAlA/JzbugmvmIzI/s400/firetiger.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f_IV4W0CTB8/Rh-t7iSO3UI/AAAAAAAAAQk/5sT9HVhM3UU/s1600-h/firetiger.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#990000;">Camouflage is a game we all like to play, but our secrets are as surely revealed by what we want to seem to be as by what we want to conceal.<br /></span><em>Russell Lynes.</em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26726329-367011384363262578?l=peace-artist.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Creamnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26726329.post-40797671515854528682007-06-08T08:44:00.000-07:002007-06-08T08:56:13.542-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f_IV4W0CTB8/Rml5l37MoQI/AAAAAAAAAgo/7NjPxQZW51A/s1600-h/Six+Men1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073720146783936770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f_IV4W0CTB8/Rml5l37MoQI/AAAAAAAAAgo/7NjPxQZW51A/s320/Six+Men1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />My father used to say, 'Let them see you and not the suit. That should be secondary.'<br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Cary Grant<br /><br /></span></em><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26726329-4079767151585452868?l=peace-artist.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Creamnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26726329.post-7619351841187706692007-06-02T01:40:00.000-07:002007-06-02T01:51:23.494-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f_IV4W0CTB8/RmEtEQp3wOI/AAAAAAAAAX4/fGugJZk750Q/s1600-h/Eden.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071384206609203426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f_IV4W0CTB8/RmEtEQp3wOI/AAAAAAAAAX4/fGugJZk750Q/s400/Eden.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#660000;">"The only paradise is paradise lost."<br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Marcel Proust </span></em></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26726329-761935184118770669?l=peace-artist.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Creamnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26726329.post-73504281738568489642007-05-16T09:11:00.000-07:002007-05-16T11:23:15.700-07:00I went to a tourism conference today at this beautiful country hotel, Redworth Hall Hotel near Darlington. Having arrived fifteen minutes early, I decided to experiment with my new camera. The ground are delightful. Squirrels, rabbits, beautifully tended trees...<br />I thought I would be able to take a few more pictures after the conference but it was raining when I came out.<br />My Viennese mentor, <a href="http://merisi.blogspot.com/">Merisi</a> may be proud for my first attempt...<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f_IV4W0CTB8/RksuZQp3vxI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/Xax_v3dkcdc/s1600-h/redworth+001.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065193217410449170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f_IV4W0CTB8/RksuZQp3vxI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/Xax_v3dkcdc/s400/redworth+001.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f_IV4W0CTB8/RksuaQp3vyI/AAAAAAAAAUY/xB5q6PY8Yr8/s1600-h/redworth+006.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065193234590318370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f_IV4W0CTB8/RksuaQp3vyI/AAAAAAAAAUY/xB5q6PY8Yr8/s400/redworth+006.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f_IV4W0CTB8/RksubAp3vzI/AAAAAAAAAUg/dbd1kkOfgUk/s1600-h/redworth+008.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065193247475220274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f_IV4W0CTB8/RksubAp3vzI/AAAAAAAAAUg/dbd1kkOfgUk/s400/redworth+008.JPG" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26726329-7350428173856848964?l=peace-artist.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Creamnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26726329.post-56619366218916427442007-05-11T07:54:00.000-07:002007-05-11T08:01:19.661-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f_IV4W0CTB8/RkSD2zBtNnI/AAAAAAAAAT4/WMYXy11BjWk/s1600-h/citrus.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063316858504820338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f_IV4W0CTB8/RkSD2zBtNnI/AAAAAAAAAT4/WMYXy11BjWk/s400/citrus.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div> <br /></div><div> <br /></div><div> <br /></div><div> <br /></div><div> <br /></div><div> <br /></div><div> <br /></div><div> <br /></div><div> <br /></div><div> <br /></div><div> <br /></div><div> <br /></div><div> <br /></div><div> <br /></div><div> <br /></div><div> <br /></div><div> <br /></div><div> <br /></div><div> </div><div><span style="color:#ff6600;">When fate hands you a lemon, make lemonade. </span></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;">Dale Carnegie</span></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26726329-5661936621891642744?l=peace-artist.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Creamnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26726329.post-15683218441277699942007-05-05T06:08:00.000-07:002007-05-05T06:16:39.837-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f_IV4W0CTB8/RjyCZTBtNgI/AAAAAAAAATA/a72jfMlKKC4/s1600-h/Neighbour.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061063452373366274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f_IV4W0CTB8/RjyCZTBtNgI/AAAAAAAAATA/a72jfMlKKC4/s400/Neighbour.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div>Nothing makes you more tolerant of a neighbour's noisy party than being there. <em><span style="font-size:85%;">Franklin P. Jones</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">...Or if you live alone on a desert island.</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26726329-1568321844127769994?l=peace-artist.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Creamnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26726329.post-7428540785159789852007-04-06T09:34:00.000-07:002007-04-06T09:54:12.452-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f_IV4W0CTB8/RhZ3eHmik7I/AAAAAAAAAPc/0vy12gdYOhM/s1600-h/Green.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050355391463068594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f_IV4W0CTB8/RhZ3eHmik7I/AAAAAAAAAPc/0vy12gdYOhM/s400/Green.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><span style="color:#006600;">It suddenly struck me that that tiny pea, pretty and blue, was the Earth. I put up my thumb and shut one eye, and my thumb blotted out the planet Earth. I didn't feel like a giant. I felt very, very small.</span> <em><span style="font-size:85%;">Neil Armstrong</span></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26726329-742854078515978985?l=peace-artist.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Creamnoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26726329.post-69800412346986567372007-03-30T10:36:00.001-07:002007-03-31T03:19:52.675-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f_IV4W0CTB8/Rg1LOCJWOdI/AAAAAAAAANM/Cob0DcQnZsA/s1600-h/cafebar1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047773461818522066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f_IV4W0CTB8/Rg1LOCJWOdI/AAAAAAAAANM/Cob0DcQnZsA/s400/cafebar1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#660000;"><strong>Ever remember playing "Snap!" on caravan holidays? </strong></span><br /><br /><br /><em>When I was kidnapped, my parents snapped into action. They rented out my room.<br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Woody Allen US movie actor, comedian, &amp; director (1935 - ) </span></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26726329-6980041234698656737?l=peace-artist.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Creamnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26726329.post-82717136190223692262007-03-16T13:18:00.001-07:002007-03-16T13:24:53.225-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f_IV4W0CTB8/Rfr71xO2tOI/AAAAAAAAAJA/0Naic0_d800/s1600-h/wired.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042619633961972962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f_IV4W0CTB8/Rfr71xO2tOI/AAAAAAAAAJA/0Naic0_d800/s400/wired.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> </div><div>"Do the one thing you think you cannot do. Fail at it. Try again. Do better the second time. The only people who never tumble are those who never mount the high wire. This is your moment. Own it. "</div><div><span style="font-size:78%;"><em>Oprah Winfrey.</em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26726329-8271713619022369226?l=peace-artist.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Creamnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26726329.post-60849538986222989852007-03-02T11:26:00.000-08:002007-03-02T11:33:15.381-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f_IV4W0CTB8/Reh6fu7-aJI/AAAAAAAAAHU/6XL7wYiGDJ8/s1600-h/Hiding.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037410868808018066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f_IV4W0CTB8/Reh6fu7-aJI/AAAAAAAAAHU/6XL7wYiGDJ8/s320/Hiding.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Our greatest pretenses are built up not to hide the evil and the ugly in us, but our emptiness. The hardest thing to hide is something that is not there.<br /><em><span style="font-size:78%;">Eric Hoffer (1902 - 1983) </span></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26726329-6084953898622298985?l=peace-artist.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Creamnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26726329.post-45397736295367903102007-02-24T03:05:00.000-08:002007-02-24T03:10:53.932-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f_IV4W0CTB8/ReAcH83iS7I/AAAAAAAAAF0/VhwewFPPGDs/s1600-h/kisssinnnn.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035055306323938226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f_IV4W0CTB8/ReAcH83iS7I/AAAAAAAAAF0/VhwewFPPGDs/s320/kisssinnnn.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">The most important thing in communication is hearing what isn't said.</span><span style="color:#333333;"> </span></div><div><span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"><em>Peter Drucker</em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26726329-4539773629536790310?l=peace-artist.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Creamnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26726329.post-27471661560607525992007-02-18T15:54:00.000-08:002007-02-24T03:25:33.713-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f_IV4W0CTB8/RdjnW83iS3I/AAAAAAAAAFE/QLpdZESW9Qg/s1600-h/Oneleg1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033026965068729202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f_IV4W0CTB8/RdjnW83iS3I/AAAAAAAAAFE/QLpdZESW9Qg/s320/Oneleg1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div> <br /></div><div> <br /></div><div> <br /></div><div> <br /></div><div> <br /></div><div> <br /></div><div><br /></div><div> <br /></div><div> <br /></div><div> <br /></div><div> <br /></div><div> <br /></div><div> <br /></div><div> <br /></div><div> <br /></div><div> <br /></div><div><br /></div><div> <br /></div><div>You can't blame gravity for falling in love. <a href="http://www.quotationsbook.com/author/2256/">Einstein, Albert</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26726329-2747166156060752599?l=peace-artist.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Creamnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26726329.post-22458195865273957822007-01-26T15:24:00.000-08:002007-01-26T15:42:36.376-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f_IV4W0CTB8/RbqOB-EnG1I/AAAAAAAAAEU/roViJtSb1N0/s1600-h/BY+THE+SEA+red.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024484498778561362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f_IV4W0CTB8/RbqOB-EnG1I/AAAAAAAAAEU/roViJtSb1N0/s320/BY+THE+SEA+red.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>Sometimes our light goes out but it is blown into flame by another human being.</div><div>Each of us owes deepest thanks to those who have rekindled this light.</div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Albert Schweitzer</span></em></div><br /><br /><br /><p></p><p><a href="http://illustrationfriday.com" target=" blank"><img style="WIDTH: 132px; HEIGHT: 41px" height="33" src="http://www.illustrationfriday.com/images_p/button_if3.gif" width="128" /></a></p><div style="CLEAR: both; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0.25em"></div><p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26726329-2245819586527395782?l=peace-artist.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Creamnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26726329.post-75415248763458425002006-12-30T04:27:00.000-08:002006-12-30T04:37:50.010-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f_IV4W0CTB8/RZZc6XMeywI/AAAAAAAAADY/O45Kic6RoDM/s1600-h/phoenix.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014297392852159234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f_IV4W0CTB8/RZZc6XMeywI/AAAAAAAAADY/O45Kic6RoDM/s320/phoenix.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />"Our passion are the true phoenixes; when the old one is burnt out, a new one rises from its ashes."<br /><em><span style="font-size:78%;">Goethe<br /></span></em><br /><p></p><p><a href="http://illustrationfriday.com" target=" blank"><img style="WIDTH: 132px; HEIGHT: 41px" height="33" src="http://www.illustrationfriday.com/images_p/button_if3.gif" width="128" /></a></p><div style="CLEAR: both; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0.25em"></div><p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26726329-7541524876345842500?l=peace-artist.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Creamnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26726329.post-60191301100426727652006-12-23T16:14:00.000-08:002006-12-23T16:32:23.988-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f_IV4W0CTB8/RY3GqXMeysI/AAAAAAAAACo/SuoLcFgjq3A/s1600-h/xmasalex.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011880391416400578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f_IV4W0CTB8/RY3GqXMeysI/AAAAAAAAACo/SuoLcFgjq3A/s320/xmasalex.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div> <br /></div><div> <br /></div><div><br /></div><div> <br /></div><div> <br /></div><div> <br /></div><div> <br /></div><div> <br /></div><div> <br /></div><div> <br /></div><div> <br /></div><div> <br /></div><div> <br /></div><div>Christmas is not a time nor a season, but a state of mind. To cherish peace and goodwill, to be plenteous in mercy, is to have the real Spirit of Christmas.</div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Calvin Coolidge.</span></em></div><br /><br /><br /><p></p><p><a href="http://illustrationfriday.com" target=" blank"><img style="WIDTH: 132px; HEIGHT: 41px" height="33" src="http://www.illustrationfriday.com/images_p/button_if3.gif" width="128" /></a><br /></p><div style="CLEAR: both; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0.25em"></div><br /><p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26726329-6019130110042672765?l=peace-artist.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Creamnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26726329.post-37179689641097920282006-12-15T08:22:00.000-08:002006-12-15T08:42:32.832-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f_IV4W0CTB8/RYLLShREgUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/ZQTI5aaQGqw/s1600-h/father-baby.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008789254617465154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f_IV4W0CTB8/RYLLShREgUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/ZQTI5aaQGqw/s320/father-baby.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />"If you want to see what your children are capable of, do not help them all the time. Watch them from a safe distance and let them explore the world for themselves."<br /><br /><br /></p><p><a href="http://illustrationfriday.com" target=" blank"><img style="WIDTH: 132px; HEIGHT: 41px" height="33" src="http://www.illustrationfriday.com/images_p/button_if3.gif" width="128" /></a><br /></p><div style="CLEAR: both; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0.25em"></div><br /><p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26726329-3717968964109792028?l=peace-artist.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Creamnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26726329.post-69609784126635577502006-12-11T08:50:00.000-08:002006-12-11T08:57:54.330-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f_IV4W0CTB8/RX2M280FBGI/AAAAAAAAAA8/MKk2ybuBf9I/s1600-h/snowbatman.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007313236371244130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f_IV4W0CTB8/RX2M280FBGI/AAAAAAAAAA8/MKk2ybuBf9I/s320/snowbatman.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p><br /><em>Sometimes people carry to such perfection the mask they have assumed that in due course they actually become the person they seem.</em><br /><a href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quotes/W._Somerset_Maugham/">W. Somerset Maugham</a>, </p><p>The Moon and SixpenceEnglish dramatist & novelist (1874 - 1965) </p><p><a href="http://illustrationfriday.com" target=" blank"><img style="WIDTH: 132px; HEIGHT: 41px" height="33" src="http://www.illustrationfriday.com/images_p/button_if3.gif" width="128" /></a><br /><br /></p><div style="CLEAR: both; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0.25em"></div><br /><br /><br /><p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26726329-6960978412663557750?l=peace-artist.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Creamnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26726329.post-50084453035302203112006-12-01T09:41:00.000-08:002006-12-01T10:00:48.416-08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4025/3262/1600/650108/FishingTrip.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4025/3262/320/524377/FishingTrip.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"></span> </p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"></span> </p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"></span> </p><p> </p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;">"Dad, do you think we'll catch some fish today?"</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;">"There's every chance that we <strong>might, </strong>son!"</span></p><br /><br /><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://illustrationfriday.com" target=" blank"><img style="WIDTH: 132px; HEIGHT: 41px" height="33" src="http://www.illustrationfriday.com/images_p/button_if3.gif" width="128" /></a><br /><br /><div style="CLEAR: both; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0.25em"></div><br /><br /><br /><p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26726329-5008445303530220311?l=peace-artist.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Creamnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26726329.post-55512306166070142122006-11-24T11:44:00.000-08:002006-11-24T11:57:35.264-08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4025/3262/1600/241935/naked.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4025/3262/320/444750/naked.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />There is the happiness which comes from creative effort. The joy of dreaming, creating, building, whether in painting a picture, writing an epic, singing a song, composing a symphony, devising new invention, creating a vast industry. <em><span style="font-size:85%;">Henry Miller</span></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26726329-5551230616607014212?l=peace-artist.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Creamnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26726329.post-234551099632524422006-11-10T10:35:00.000-08:002006-11-10T11:00:55.080-08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4025/3262/1600/PGuydrinking.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4025/3262/320/PGuydrinking.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><strong>Credence?</strong></div><div><strong></strong></div><div>If only God would give me some clear sign! Like making a large deposit in my name in a Swiss bank. </div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">(Woody Allen)</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></div><div></div><div></div><div><a href="http://illustrationfriday.com" target=" blank"><img style="WIDTH: 132px; HEIGHT: 41px" height="33" src="http://www.illustrationfriday.com/images_p/button_if3.gif" width="128" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26726329-23455109963252442?l=peace-artist.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Creamnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26726329.post-65551806889342642442006-11-04T02:03:00.000-08:002006-11-04T02:12:55.308-08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4025/3262/1600/smokey%20jane.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4025/3262/320/smokey%20jane.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />This week's contribution to <a href="http://www.illustrationfriday.com/" target=" blank">Illustration Friday</a><br /><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#330099;">We cross our bridges when we come to them and burn them behind us, with nothing to show for our progress except a memory of the smell of smoke and a presumption that once our eyes watered.<br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">Tom Stoppard.</span></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26726329-6555180688934264244?l=peace-artist.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Creamnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26726329.post-19682546279591474842006-10-15T03:01:00.000-07:002006-10-15T07:59:03.199-07:00<p align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4025/3262/1600/kissingcouple.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4025/3262/320/kissingcouple.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />My contribution to <a href="http://www.illustrationfriday.com/">Illustration Friday</a><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><em>I love you not...</em></span></strong><br /><br />I love you not because I need your love,<br />I love you because I love being in love with you.<br />I love just dreaming of you, thinking of you,<br />And thinking of you is like a beautiful dream,<br />The memory of my best childhood holiday,<br />The sound of a song I shall never forget.<br /></p><p>Your eyes are like a featherweight caress,<br />Your smile, a handful of confetti,<br />Your voice, the joyful echo of exotic surf.<br /></p><p>My love is a runaway train unafraid of crashing,<br />It is a carefree gazelle strolling among lions,<br />A barefoot walk in the coldest snow.<br />Yet, it feels like a gulp of fresh air,<br />A flutter of butterfly wings inside my heart,<br />A wingless flight at dusk over the city.<br /></p><p>I love you not because I need your love.<br />I love you because when I do</p><p>I truly touch Love.<br />Only then I know I am alive. </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26726329-1968254627959147484?l=peace-artist.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Creamnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26726329.post-1146491482110927382006-05-01T06:46:00.000-07:002006-05-01T06:51:22.116-07:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1555/1502/1600/littles%20fishies2.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1555/1502/400/littles%20fishies2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"><a href="http://www.illustrationfriday.com/">Under the sea...</a></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26726329-114649148211092738?l=peace-artist.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Creamnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26726329.post-1145706599316580742006-04-22T04:46:00.000-07:002006-04-22T09:51:45.340-07:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1555/1502/1600/penguins.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1555/1502/400/penguins.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />My contribution to <a href="http://www.illustrationfriday.com/">Illustration Friday</a>.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">They do, don't they? ...Look like robots! </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">Especially when they waddle around like R2D2...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26726329-114570659931658074?l=peace-artist.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Creamnoreply@blogger.com17