<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6448853808116364321</id><updated>2012-02-16T11:14:04.612-08:00</updated><category term='space'/><category term='meditation'/><category term='walking meditation'/><category term='Joan Baez'/><category term='2010 calendar'/><category term='poetry'/><category term='fractals'/><category term='nature'/><category term='art'/><category term='relationships'/><category term='e. e. cummings'/><category term='Quiet Spheres'/><category term='monet'/><category term='digital art'/><category term='love'/><title type='text'>In The Present</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timartweb.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448853808116364321/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timartweb.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>timart9</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07601961314403851322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fZ2LOv1oNc0/Sw8rKliOuNI/AAAAAAAAAGg/hlEdIV2Ozdk/S220/self1web-270x188.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6448853808116364321.post-8828584483581701220</id><published>2009-11-30T11:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T11:44:29.092-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010 calendar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='space'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='digital art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fractals'/><title type='text'>Online Gallery</title><content type='html'>My online art gallery is refreshed and updated.  Complete with online purchase offers, including a 2010 calendar.  Thanks for taking the time to view my work. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="360" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.redbubble.com/swf/redbubble.swf"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;PARAM NAME=FlashVars VALUE="url=http://www.redbubble.com/people/timart9/works/visual.atom?campaign=sales_widget&amp;mode=slideshow"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.redbubble.com/swf/redbubble.swf" FlashVars="url=http://www.redbubble.com/people/timart9/works/visual.atom?campaign=sales_widget&amp;mode=slideshow" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="360" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6448853808116364321-8828584483581701220?l=timartweb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timartweb.blogspot.com/feeds/8828584483581701220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6448853808116364321&amp;postID=8828584483581701220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448853808116364321/posts/default/8828584483581701220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448853808116364321/posts/default/8828584483581701220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timartweb.blogspot.com/2009/11/online-gallery.html' title='Online Gallery'/><author><name>timart9</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07601961314403851322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fZ2LOv1oNc0/Sw8rKliOuNI/AAAAAAAAAGg/hlEdIV2Ozdk/S220/self1web-270x188.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6448853808116364321.post-968559942609947681</id><published>2009-04-19T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T13:02:31.863-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joan Baez'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='walking meditation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='digital art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meditation'/><title type='text'>Walking</title><content type='html'>Walking is one of my favorite ways of quieting my mind.  No matter what is happening in my life, when I walk without hurry, my thinking can easily return to peace and serenity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rvB6bY6S4d4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rvB6bY6S4d4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video and digital images: Tim Mammel, 2009.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6448853808116364321-968559942609947681?l=timartweb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timartweb.blogspot.com/feeds/968559942609947681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6448853808116364321&amp;postID=968559942609947681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448853808116364321/posts/default/968559942609947681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448853808116364321/posts/default/968559942609947681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timartweb.blogspot.com/2009/04/walking.html' title='Walking'/><author><name>timart9</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07601961314403851322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fZ2LOv1oNc0/Sw8rKliOuNI/AAAAAAAAAGg/hlEdIV2Ozdk/S220/self1web-270x188.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6448853808116364321.post-4370420360746622695</id><published>2009-04-01T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T13:40:22.780-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quiet Spheres'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meditation'/><title type='text'>Quiet Spheres</title><content type='html'>We create spaces.  And the spaces we create, influence who we are.&lt;br /&gt;When we take time to make quiet peaceful surroundings for ourselves, it makes a difference.  We can do this through various forms of art, architecture, prayer and meditation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jHzSFiHcYAI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jHzSFiHcYAI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Digital Animation by Tim Mammel, 2009.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6448853808116364321-4370420360746622695?l=timartweb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timartweb.blogspot.com/feeds/4370420360746622695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6448853808116364321&amp;postID=4370420360746622695' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448853808116364321/posts/default/4370420360746622695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448853808116364321/posts/default/4370420360746622695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timartweb.blogspot.com/2009/04/quiet-spheres.html' title='Quiet Spheres'/><author><name>timart9</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07601961314403851322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fZ2LOv1oNc0/Sw8rKliOuNI/AAAAAAAAAGg/hlEdIV2Ozdk/S220/self1web-270x188.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6448853808116364321.post-2847776554736833605</id><published>2009-03-19T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T12:17:09.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting For a Miracle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fZ2LOv1oNc0/ScKaHCdqpWI/AAAAAAAAAE4/x_Nl5eBHKmw/s1600-h/angel-dive-down.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fZ2LOv1oNc0/ScKaHCdqpWI/AAAAAAAAAE4/x_Nl5eBHKmw/s400/angel-dive-down.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314979955961668962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I find myself sitting in a tucked-away-coffee shop somewhere and waiting, hoping for some miracle to dive down on me... yeah, I know, it's funny.  Lots of God's miracles are dancing around me all the time.  Someone take my blindfold off!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6448853808116364321-2847776554736833605?l=timartweb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timartweb.blogspot.com/feeds/2847776554736833605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6448853808116364321&amp;postID=2847776554736833605' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448853808116364321/posts/default/2847776554736833605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448853808116364321/posts/default/2847776554736833605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timartweb.blogspot.com/2009/03/waiting-for-miracle.html' title='Waiting For a Miracle'/><author><name>timart9</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07601961314403851322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fZ2LOv1oNc0/Sw8rKliOuNI/AAAAAAAAAGg/hlEdIV2Ozdk/S220/self1web-270x188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fZ2LOv1oNc0/ScKaHCdqpWI/AAAAAAAAAE4/x_Nl5eBHKmw/s72-c/angel-dive-down.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6448853808116364321.post-5891667332739955691</id><published>2009-02-04T18:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T18:41:58.577-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Death, Passion, Life....The Gifts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fZ2LOv1oNc0/SYpRZ6Y5eoI/AAAAAAAAAEY/hf3hRfMNCK8/s1600-h/death2-web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fZ2LOv1oNc0/SYpRZ6Y5eoI/AAAAAAAAAEY/hf3hRfMNCK8/s400/death2-web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299137417167075970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The death bell chimes in my heart. I wake up, alive!  I'm reminded I have a precious gift to share with you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6448853808116364321-5891667332739955691?l=timartweb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timartweb.blogspot.com/feeds/5891667332739955691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6448853808116364321&amp;postID=5891667332739955691' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448853808116364321/posts/default/5891667332739955691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448853808116364321/posts/default/5891667332739955691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timartweb.blogspot.com/2009/02/death-passion-lifethe-gifts.html' title='Death, Passion, Life....The Gifts'/><author><name>timart9</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07601961314403851322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fZ2LOv1oNc0/Sw8rKliOuNI/AAAAAAAAAGg/hlEdIV2Ozdk/S220/self1web-270x188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fZ2LOv1oNc0/SYpRZ6Y5eoI/AAAAAAAAAEY/hf3hRfMNCK8/s72-c/death2-web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6448853808116364321.post-7103646465429611695</id><published>2009-01-25T13:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T13:32:46.094-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We Are Seers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fZ2LOv1oNc0/SXzZp1nVjDI/AAAAAAAAAD4/vZOvyvTvsVk/s1600-h/eye3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 394px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fZ2LOv1oNc0/SXzZp1nVjDI/AAAAAAAAAD4/vZOvyvTvsVk/s400/eye3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295346574670793778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Common are eyes that look.  Precious are eyes that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;                 See.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6448853808116364321-7103646465429611695?l=timartweb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timartweb.blogspot.com/feeds/7103646465429611695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6448853808116364321&amp;postID=7103646465429611695' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448853808116364321/posts/default/7103646465429611695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448853808116364321/posts/default/7103646465429611695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timartweb.blogspot.com/2009/01/we-are-seers.html' title='We Are Seers'/><author><name>timart9</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07601961314403851322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fZ2LOv1oNc0/Sw8rKliOuNI/AAAAAAAAAGg/hlEdIV2Ozdk/S220/self1web-270x188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fZ2LOv1oNc0/SXzZp1nVjDI/AAAAAAAAAD4/vZOvyvTvsVk/s72-c/eye3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6448853808116364321.post-6486276993309039883</id><published>2008-11-13T12:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T12:09:51.091-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In This Moment!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fZ2LOv1oNc0/SRyIzdk36HI/AAAAAAAAADE/UbQ8l5rHLjQ/s1600-h/blogmeditate.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fZ2LOv1oNc0/SRyIzdk36HI/AAAAAAAAADE/UbQ8l5rHLjQ/s400/blogmeditate.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268236081810630770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is amazing how I can run away from this moment.  Dash off into the disgusting past or fearful future.  All imaginings.  This point in time, this moment, can heal the past and inspire the future, for the present holds everything.  Wishes and memories hold nothing but fear and illusion. Peace is inside you; the externals are illusions and demons to distract from who you truly are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--digital painting by Tim, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6448853808116364321-6486276993309039883?l=timartweb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timartweb.blogspot.com/feeds/6486276993309039883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6448853808116364321&amp;postID=6486276993309039883' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448853808116364321/posts/default/6486276993309039883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448853808116364321/posts/default/6486276993309039883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timartweb.blogspot.com/2008/11/in-this-moment.html' title='In This Moment!'/><author><name>timart9</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07601961314403851322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fZ2LOv1oNc0/Sw8rKliOuNI/AAAAAAAAAGg/hlEdIV2Ozdk/S220/self1web-270x188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fZ2LOv1oNc0/SRyIzdk36HI/AAAAAAAAADE/UbQ8l5rHLjQ/s72-c/blogmeditate.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6448853808116364321.post-6629575215654422998</id><published>2008-05-06T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T21:32:39.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Date: A Short Film</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fZ2LOv1oNc0/SCEvLM2puCI/AAAAAAAAABk/rToxRr2xNVk/s1600-h/Firstdatestill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fZ2LOv1oNc0/SCEvLM2puCI/AAAAAAAAABk/rToxRr2xNVk/s400/Firstdatestill.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197487314437781538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Here is a quirky comedy about love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;created by Tim Millaway and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Tim Mammel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.milkywayfilms.com/events.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Click Here....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6448853808116364321-6629575215654422998?l=timartweb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timartweb.blogspot.com/feeds/6629575215654422998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6448853808116364321&amp;postID=6629575215654422998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448853808116364321/posts/default/6629575215654422998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448853808116364321/posts/default/6629575215654422998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timartweb.blogspot.com/2008/05/first-date-short-film.html' title='The First Date: A Short Film'/><author><name>timart9</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07601961314403851322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fZ2LOv1oNc0/Sw8rKliOuNI/AAAAAAAAAGg/hlEdIV2Ozdk/S220/self1web-270x188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fZ2LOv1oNc0/SCEvLM2puCI/AAAAAAAAABk/rToxRr2xNVk/s72-c/Firstdatestill.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6448853808116364321.post-2561178642524561498</id><published>2008-04-17T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T18:36:20.805-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='digital art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='e. e. cummings'/><title type='text'>Spring Fever, Monet, and e. e. cummings</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s306.photobucket.com/albums/nn247/timartweb/moving%20images/?action=view&amp;current=lilipond.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i306.photobucket.com/albums/nn247/timartweb/moving%20images/lilipond.gif" border="0" alt="spring"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"springrhythmenergy"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                                    digital animation by Tim Mammel, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;'ve been walking around barefoot a lot for this past week. Shoes are one of the first things to go for me, after the thaw. It is difficult to describe my elation when I feel sharp stones and soft grass on the bottoms of my feet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The onset of any season energizes me and Spring stirs its own curious intense feelings. I want to be outside all the time, walking, hiking, biking, boating, roller blading, anything! And more so than ever, I have the urge to do a million things at once. I want to run outside, be inside making art and writing, make music, run outside, go to art shows, listen to music, run outside, breath the warm air, run outside, and dive into books of poetry, especially love poetry. Yes, lest we forget the hallmark of Spring fever: the out-of-control urge to be in love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Now, I'm not in a romantic relationship at this time. Nor do I intend to run out and impulsively jump into a fling in order to fill some sort of emptiness or hunger that Winter has left with me. I don't even feel discouraged. In fact, I take delight in seeing friends around me being in love, being happy for them, observing how nature runs its procreating programming in all species this time of year. The strong currents of Spring are giving me a renewed enthusiasm to connect with people. This year's planting season is turning up the volume of my appreciation for good friendships, deeper connection with the Creator and my own drive to create.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;My current Springtime ecstasy has been shot into motion by a recent cacophony of art shows, musical performances, startlingly compassionate interactions with friends, and renewal of friendships of people I haven't seen since college. (Those of you who don't know me, that would be many, many years ago!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Two artists that I always think of, especially in Spring, are the painter Claude Monet, and the poet e. e. cummings. Monet's paintings of his gardens are a true celebration for those who love their bare feet in wet grass and shallow warm ponds. e. e. cummings consistently strikes major chords with his quirky yet accessible poems. He wrote a lot about Spring, the intense initial awareness of beauty and creation. Birth and rebirth. Love and falling in love fit perfectly into the rhythm of Spring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Here is one of my favorite love poems by e. e. cummings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;     i carry your heart with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i carry your heart with me(i carry it in&lt;br /&gt;my heart)i am never without it(anywhere&lt;br /&gt;i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done&lt;br /&gt;by only me is your doing,my darling)&lt;br /&gt;i fear&lt;br /&gt;no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want&lt;br /&gt;no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)&lt;br /&gt;and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant&lt;br /&gt;and whatever a sun will always sing is you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is the deepest secret nobody knows&lt;br /&gt;(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud&lt;br /&gt;and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows&lt;br /&gt;higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)&lt;br /&gt;and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6448853808116364321-2561178642524561498?l=timartweb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timartweb.blogspot.com/feeds/2561178642524561498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6448853808116364321&amp;postID=2561178642524561498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448853808116364321/posts/default/2561178642524561498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448853808116364321/posts/default/2561178642524561498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timartweb.blogspot.com/2008/04/spring-fever-monet-and-e-e-cummings.html' title='Spring Fever, Monet, and e. e. cummings'/><author><name>timart9</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07601961314403851322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fZ2LOv1oNc0/Sw8rKliOuNI/AAAAAAAAAGg/hlEdIV2Ozdk/S220/self1web-270x188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i306.photobucket.com/albums/nn247/timartweb/moving%20images/th_lilipond.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6448853808116364321.post-5212936882457009283</id><published>2008-01-23T10:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T11:02:44.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fZ2LOv1oNc0/R5eN0JzoQkI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Dijlnnoxtis/s1600-h/kblue.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fZ2LOv1oNc0/R5eN0JzoQkI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Dijlnnoxtis/s400/kblue.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158747825301373506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Angels In Blue                                                           &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;(c)2008&lt;/span&gt;   Tim Mammel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All it takes is a moment to notice a calm space around you or to create a calm imaginary space.  Here's a blue digital environment I created a while ago, where I cam immerse myself.  When I remember, this brings me out of my thought-chatter and into the present moment!  Peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6448853808116364321-5212936882457009283?l=timartweb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timartweb.blogspot.com/feeds/5212936882457009283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6448853808116364321&amp;postID=5212936882457009283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448853808116364321/posts/default/5212936882457009283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448853808116364321/posts/default/5212936882457009283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timartweb.blogspot.com/2008/01/all-it-takes-is-moment-to-notice-calm.html' title=''/><author><name>timart9</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07601961314403851322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fZ2LOv1oNc0/Sw8rKliOuNI/AAAAAAAAAGg/hlEdIV2Ozdk/S220/self1web-270x188.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fZ2LOv1oNc0/R5eN0JzoQkI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Dijlnnoxtis/s72-c/kblue.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
