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A Moments Rhapsody by stares-to-the-cellar, literature

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A Moments Rhapsody

The Day Breaks A warm day has come What a fine feeling it to know that it is here It is the perfect time to be outside I can smell the damp air A sure sign that the air will soon break open with water It fills my lungs with it's sweet scent And I truly adore it, and cherish it's existence Every step broadens the smile in my heart and on my lips As I absorb this moments pure joy The Downpour begins It starts off A tap on my nose Then I feel it trickle on my bare arms It feels good I am now in a park, surrounded by grass and trees The moist sent of plantlife is heart-warming, the irony, plants don't have physical hearts Gradual

Love And Success by stares-to-the-cellar, literature

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Love And Success

(A grandfather and his grandson are sitting in a cafe together. At the moment there is not much conversation between them. As the Grandfather is quietly sipping his coffee, he begins staring at the boy. They have been in the cafe for nearly a half an hour, yet the boy has barely touched his italian soda. He only sat, staring out the window. The grandfather follows the gaze of his eyes, only to find nothing in particular to focus on. The only things in sight are a brick red wall with chipping paint, a light pole a little to the left, and the occasional passerby, going about their daily business. He looks back at his grandson and begins

The Individual-A Dialogue by stares-to-the-cellar, literature

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The Individual-A Dialogue

(A father and daughter and a father are walking home from a funeral. There is silence between them, the only noises heard are those of the city, their footsteps, and the fathers heavy breathe. It is mid october, the leaves have already changed their colors and have begun to fall. The two have walked down a particularly leaf-filled street. The girl stops walking, her eyes fall upon a single leaf that has fallen on the ground. The father stops and looks at her.) Father: What's wrong? (the daughter looks up at him) Daughter: Look (her eyes fall to the leaf again). This leaf is different from all of the other ones Every other leaf arou

The Hardest Part in My Life by stares-to-the-cellar, literature

Something with your life by stares-to-the-cellar, literature

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Something with your life

As I sit at a table, I look around. The people about me carry on trivial conversations, the normal chatter to break that awkward silence that always seems to linger in the open. It bothers me to see this sort of interaction, there never seems to be a purpose for it. The repetition of conversation, continuing on and on to the point of redundancy (oh, the irony). After a while I begin to wonder whether or not they realize that the only thing accomplished by the speakers was finding seven different ways to make the same statement. It appears that only one subject can only be held, for if anyone tries to change it it catches the others off g

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The Couplet Leaves by stares-to-the-cellar, visual art

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Artist // Photography

United States
Deviant for 19 years
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Current Residence: Milwaukee
Favourite genre of music: Probably indie rock or experimental, but whatever is good and original
Favourite photographer: In all honesty, I like my work
Favourite style of art: Photography and literature
Operating System: Mac OS X
Shell of choice: Conch although, those fan ones catch my fancy too
Wallpaper of choice: Something with water, grass, trees, earth, or sky
Skin of choice: Mine of course...silly
Favourite cartoon character: Vash the Stampede
Personal Quote: Live life, and see with your own eyes.

Favourite Visual Artist

Dali, I always thought, was amazing

Favourite Movies

Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

There is too much out there to name specifics

Favourite Writers

Aynn Rand for writing, Cristina Carrera for poetry

Favourite Games

Make a story for a passerby, or yourself

Favourite Gaming Platform

Merry-go-round..Those are fun

Tools of the Trade

The world around me, camera, pen, paper, laptop

Other Interests

Photoraphy music and literature oh and coffee

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stares-to-the-cellar

Apr 12, 2006

Watermarking

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Okay, so I have maybe 100 photos waiting to be put up on deviant.  All I'm waiting on is finding a good watermarking program and image tracking program.  Yeah, I know, it seems like I'm being over cautious and such, but if I want to take my work seriously, I can't risk that whole copy paste scandelous crap that I've seen happen.  Sorry -sad face-

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stares-to-the-cellar

Dec 22, 2005

My apologies to all my friends.

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Hello anyone who still wishes to call me a friend (on or off deviant art). I am sincerily apologetic to you all.  At times I have criticized deviantart, playing it off to be just another way for people to get in contact with each other without ever having to confront each other.  I even halted my artistic photography because I was becoming resentful of deviantart.  I realize now that that was foolish.  Deviantart is not just another site to communicate with people.  It was, is, an outlet for expressing ourselves, myself.  The people who choose to look at how I express myself are my friends.  Those who care to try and interpert the meaning be