where do you take all of these fantastic shots?? they're always so breathtaking and mysterious--as if they'd been taken in like unknown lands or territories. you know? like, not places you find just anywhere. they are SO beautifully done!
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well thank you very much, these last pictures i've done were all taken in Germany this summer, i've just now started going through them and picking out the good ones to edit and post. It really is like going to a different world when you go to Europe for the first time...it's such an amazing and beautiful place, like nothing i've ever seen.
every time i look at them i am somehow immediately certain they MUST be from another country, land place. america is so much different. and they photos prove that. they are phenomenal and i am SOO glad that you are going back through them, becuase that are so spectacular. your talent is even more extraordinary that i knew and it shows in its growth with every shot. pleasepleasepleaseeee keep this up! mucho applause!
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`karemelancholia is one of the most genuine deviants you could ever met. Always active and a true deviantART cheerleader and supporter in every aspect. You can always count on her to lend a hand or get involved, and you usually will find her doing large amounts of both at any given moment. She's consistently reports on contests around dA, showcases the efforts of her fellow artists and shows her charitable side through various activities. Besides all of this, she's a truly talented artist which is why she's an obvious choice for deviousness this month. Read More
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[...a secret was concealed.]
it rose like thunder, clapped under our hands!
it s t r e t c h e d for centuries to a diary entry's end;
where i wrote:
you make me happy when skies are grey.
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it rose like thunder, clapped under our hands!
it s t r e t c h e d for centuries to a diary entry's end;
where i wrote:
you make me happy when skies are grey.
Keep up the nice work.
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