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I've been working on Holly, she's the faerie of the holly plant. I thought she would be really cute for Christmas. There is a lot of interesting lore about the holly plant, and it has healing properties too! I will be writing more about that when she is all finished. ^_^
Another faerie/sprite creation. I hope you enjoy it. . . :D
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Thank you to these wonderful, talented artists for their stock images and Photoshop Brushes:
Background: mzfrkd
Model: mizzd-stock
Fiery Wings: notpeople-stock
Hair Brushes for PS: trisste-brushes
Texture: fotojenny
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Thank you for looking!!
Charles' Creature Cabinet's Botanical Faeries **semi translucent & Glow-in-the-Dark** resin colors, Coming Soon!
~Isilmë 11cm in "Ipheion uniflorum Blue" resin
~Fidelia 11cm in "Freesia White" resin
~Fuuga 11cm in "Helleborus orientalis Pink" resin
Handmade mohair wigs & flower faerie dresses by Marie's Wee Dolly Wears.
Handmade Sakura Hat by MuJa's Fairy Fragilities
Photo & Ball-Jointed Dolls Copyright ©2009-2017 Charles Grimberg-Stephan I Charles' Creature Cabinet I All Rights Reserved.
I fell in love with mushrooms as photography subjects while I was away. I suspect rosejones1uk's shots had something to do with it. If we're lucky, MJ may come by and identify some of this flora for us.
Yep we're all hedgehog faeries here! ♀️💞
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FUZZYHOG & WIZZYPEG & WUZZYPRICKLE
Hedgehog faerie 6cm Tiny/Micro BJD GID
With magnetic ears and faerie wings
Fuzzyhog Beige Tan GID green
Wizzypeg Snowwhite GID white
Wuzzyprickle Snowwhite & Pink Blush GID white
Two of my leather masks from a feature in the Winter 2009 edition of Faerie Magazine www.faeriemagazine.com/
I've been trying to save this photo. :) She came to visit while I was sitting at the cafe, and I had to hurry and snap the photo before she took off again. There's a whole village bustling in the background, but I tried to blur that with the effect of fireflies at twilight. I may monkey with this image again, but here it is for now.
One piece dress in cotton lycra upper with attached skirt in layers of mesh. Bodice is double thick material with decorative serging on front. Thick straps cross in back. You choose color, but mesh material depends on what is available at the time. Substitute cotton lycra for mesh for an additional $20. XS-XL. $90
© Copyright John C. House, Everyday Miracles Photography.
www.everydaymiraclesphotography.com
All Rights Reserved. Please do not use in any way without my express consent. As always, this is better viewed large.
Looking at a scene in color requires a little mental shift to imagine what it will look like in black and white. There is another shift, at least as challenging, when pre-visualizing what it will look like shot in infrared. Green foliage reflects more infrared light than most other elements of a scene, and so at times the contrasts are surprising, with elements that are usually not so bright showing up much more so. For me, that lends a little magic to a scene, and I like that. Makes me think of faeries and stuff.
Of course, that is not how everyone thinks about this place. It was named “Tate’s Hell” after Cebe Tate. Here’s the legend, as per the Florida State Forest Service:
The Legend of TATE'S HELL...
A tale that has been told for many years recounts how Tate's Hell Swamp got its name. Local legend has it that a farmer by the name of Cebe Tate, armed with only a shotgun and accompanied by his hunting dogs, journeyed into the swamp in search of a panther that was killing his livestock. Although there are several versions of this story, the most common describes Tate as being lost in the swamp for seven days and nights, bitten by a snake, and drinking from the murky waters to curb his thirst. Finally he came to a clearing near Carrabelle, living only long enough to murmur the words, "My name is Cebe Tate, and I just came from Hell!" Cebe Tate's adventure took place in 1875 and ever since, the area has been known as Tate's Hell, the legendary and forbidden swamp.
I think I like faeries better.
‘I know a bank where the wild thyme blows,
Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows,
Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine,
With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine.’
A Midsummer Night’s Dream Quote. Act ii. Scene.1
Faerie Photoshoot
Location: Spring Grove Cemetary (Cincinnati, Ohio)
Designer: Brittany Everitt & Anna Messinger
MUA and Hair: Brittany Everitt
Model: Brittany
I hate to belabor this point, but this shot again was shot from a speeding bus with my camera held flush to the glass. For years I balked at taking guided tours for just these reasons, but sometimes circumstances change and one has to accept that you can't get everything you want.
The circular mounds are ancient structures and local lore suggests they are now inhabited by faeries. The farmers won't enter them but the cows are not so superstitious.
Our guide said it was coming up so I just snapped at random. I am pretty pleased that I got it mostly in frame!
Model is Kylie www.modelmayhem.com/477178
clothing designed by Lady Moon Designs www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=5524457
Location- Queen Victoria Gardens, Perth
Yep we're all hedgehog faeries here! ♀️💞
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#charlescreaturecabinet #whisperingwoodlingwoods #fuzzyhog #wizzypeg #wuzzyprickle #hedgehogfaerie #tinybjd #6cm #balljointeddoll #lilpotbellie #resin #glowinthedark #charlesgrimbergstephan #characterdesigner #sculptor #rotterdam #hetfluisterwoud #egelelfje #forJoan #preorder #limitededition
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Charles' Creature Cabinet's !
FUZZYHOG & WIZZYPEG & WUZZYPRICKLE
Hedgehog faerie 6cm Tiny/Micro BJD GID
With magnetic ears and faerie wings
Fuzzyhog Beige Tan GID green
Wizzypeg Snowwhite GID white
Wuzzyprickle Snowwhite & Pink Blush GID white
Hawthorn tree on the Berkshire Downs.
This is nothing like the Welsh landscape in which the following song is set, but somehow these gorges in the chalk always strike me as the kind of places where the following might happen. The picture will do as an illustration of this poem until some day in the future when I might get to Llangollen...
THE DANCE OF GARETH MORGAN
My name is Gareth Morgan, I live in Llangollen,
The vale of St. David, the flow’r of North Wales;
My father and mother, too, live in Llangollen,
Good truth I was born in the sweetest of vales.
I pastured my sheep on the hills of Llangollen;
I played on my flute as I drove them along,
When a wee little man, never seen in Llangollen,
Stepped out and enchanted me with his sweet song.
His jerkin was brown as the soil of Llangollen,
His leggings of moss from the green, ferny streams,
In his hand was a fiddle, unheard in Llangollen,
And his voice was like faerie-song, heard in sweet dreams.
“I wish thee good evening, man from Llangollen!”
He bowed with a flourish, I wished him the same.
“Come and dance to a tune never played in Llangollen!”
When he played on his fiddle, the faeries all came.
And they danced such a jig on the road to Llangollen,
And the merry dwarf cried, “Come, lad, dance to our tune!”
And I danced like the children who live in Llangollen,
But the faeries turned devilish under the moon,
For the dwarf wore two horns like the kine of Llangollen,
He had cloven hooves, and a long, whip-like tail.
His eyes shone like coals from the hearths of Llangollen,
The faeries, weird creatures with skin black as shale.
Yet I danced to their tune on the slopes of Llangollen;
I cried out for mercy, yet still I danced on,
‘Till the morning time came, and the men of Llangollen
Found me exhausted, the devils all gone.
And my story was never believed in Llangollen,
For they thought I’d been touched by the light of the moon,
And yet in my dreams, like a breeze through Llangollen,
I dance to his fiddle, and hear his voice croon:
My name is unknown to ye, not heard in Llangollen,
My minions are born on the blustery gales;
With devilry, trickery, lad from Llangollen,
I bid you, come dance in the sweetest of vales.
Source material: Welsh folk tale, from Eirwen Jones, Folk Tales of Wales, London, 1947, pp. 18-21. The first verse is a quotation of a stanza at the end of that story.
At Huntington's Point, near Hall's Harbour on the Bay of Fundy, there are two [more?] curious cottages made of cement and stone. These were built by a local man, Charles MacDonald. He also built a stone house which is now a museum in his honour. All are delightful fun.
I will go back for clearer shots when I can, but for now it just felt right to add a bit of quirky cheer.
It was hard to get a shot with the sun setting on all those colours and textures, but it will do for now.
See also:
www.concretehouse.ca/uncommon/BlueCottage.pdf
I love that MacDonald used the building of these cottages to keep his men employed during the Great Depression, and that he designed the cottages as they were being built. The cottage in my photo belonged to a late teacher of mine.