“Your turn in the chair next time,” said October.

“I know,” said November. He was pale and thin-lipped. He helped October out of the wooden chair. “I like your stories. Mine are always too dark.”

“I don’t think so,” said October. “It’s just that your nights are longer. And you aren’t as warm.”

“Put it like that,” said November, “and I feel better. I suppose we can’t help who we are.”

“That’s the spirit,” said his brother. And they touched hands as they walked away from the fire’s orange embers, taking their stories with them back into the dark.

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"Leave no stone unturned. Deeply explore the beauty of your life."

Quote - Neil Gaiman

My absence lasted a little longer than expected. Back from vacation, unexpected work on the garden turned out to be possible again....stones from the driveway removed and replaced with gravel for the parking space and borders for new plants.

Hope that now finally a quiet time will come. Happy start of your week ;-))

"I look at you and see all the ways a soul can bruise, and I wish I could light lanterns in your heart so you know there's nothing but light." She said nothing at all, but simply stared upward into the dark sky and watched the slow dance of the infinite stars.

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Thank ya Bionca , my fellow Neil Gaiman fan ;D Death is one of my fave charcters :D

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TMD November Round

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"Life is a disease: sexually transmitted and invariably fatal" - Death to Dream (Sandman).

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“Things need not have happened to be true. Tales and dreams are the shadow-truths that will endure when mere facts are dust and ashes, and forgot.”

― Neil Gaiman, Dream Country

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Hamburg, Vorplatz der Deichtorhallen, Hamburger Eis-Zauber 2011, Schneekönigin mit Elfe v. Junichi Nakamura & Hideyuki Sone

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"You say I have no power? Perhaps you speak truly...

But -- you say that Dreams have no power here? Tell me, Lucifer Morningstar.. Ask yourselves, all of you...

What power would Hell have if those here imprisoned were not able to dream of Heaven?"

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preludes and nocturnes (a hope in hell)

This November, Enchantment invites you to step beyond the veil and into "Frostbitten: A Tale from the Graveyard,” an immersive journey inspired by The Graveyard Book by Neil Gaiman. From November 7th through November 30th, 2025. The gates of our enchanted cemetery will creak open, welcoming you into a world where death and magic dance hand in hand beneath the winter moon. Explore the marketplace, join the hunt, lose yourself in the art gallery, and dance among the shadows where magic lingers in every breath of winter air.

Enchantment Frostbitten: A Tale from the Graveyard

November 7th through November 30th

In addition to the marketplace:-

Grid-Wide Hunt: Search hidden tombs and frost-covered corners for exclusive treasures.

Fantasy Art Showcase: Presented by the Lost Unicorn Gallery, where shadows meet imagination.

Photo Contest: Capture the haunting beauty of Frostbitten and see your masterpiece featured.

Live Entertainment & Roleplay: Step into the graveyard after dark for performances, games and events that chill the spine and stir the soul.

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MJ in the style of comic and line art as envisioned by Neil Gaiman in The Sandman comics. This is my favorite Death look

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My postings and photograph titles are often inspired by music. I recently enjoyed a revisit and close listen to Circle Game by Joni Mitchell (truth be told it was several close listens).

Made me think about my parenting experience having raised three sons. The themes in the song are very much on target with me at this time. The song also brought me back to my photo archive and a memorable visit to "The House on the Rock" near Spring Green, Wisconsin in 2019 with my youngest. He is a huge fan of author Neil Gaiman and the site is featured prominently in one of Gaiman's books (American Gods) AND the TV series (with scenes filmed on location), so we were more pilgrims than tourists that day.

This, an image of a small portion of the carousel horse collection on the wall near the grand carousel. These are full-size carousel horses.

Fair warning: Do not visit "The House on the Rock" (in particular "the museum") unless you know what you are in for.

I do, however, fully endorse a read of "American Gods" with no prior knowledge necessary.

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I was at my mother in laws house when I took this...and this is a towel the cats sit on and look out the window. Of course..It is covered with CAT HAIRS!!!...which I couldn't see..till NOW>..oh my....no wonder I sneezed so much...Or the other title

DO YOU EVER VACUUM?

"Come on," said Vic. "It'll be great."

"No, it won't," I said, although I'd lost this fight hours ago, and I knew it.

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Clef de Peau//Harry:T1 Base

Dead Apples//Almost Human Spiral:Patient 42305

Zibska//Gia Lashes:02 (gift @ We <3 RP) , Heidrun jacket (@ Winter Trend 2015) Vic Lipstain:02 (@ Uber)

Plastik//Dena'ina Collar:Rock

Dreams.

A hommage to Neil Gaiman's Sandman.

✿✿ Neil Gaiman ✿✿

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This is not a place, after all. It is between places. This is nowhere. A brief thought: I could stay here, abandon my quest, hang forever in the void, safe and cold and alone.

~ Neil Gaiman

Crazy Tuesday: Whatever the weather

Everything you need to while away a few summer hours in Ottawa. The sunglasses show clouds in the sky, but the sun hat was still essential! Temperature when the photo was taken: about 27 C.

My new tattoo, a quote taken from The Sandman by Neil Gaiman (my favorite author): "Sometimes when you fall, you fly."

I didn't say it

"It's fine," said October. His beard was all colors, a grove of trees in autumn, deep brown and fire-orange and wine-red, an untrimmed tangle across the lower half of his face. His cheeks were apple-red. He looked like a friend; like someone you had known all your life. "September can go first. Let's just get it rolling."

-Neil Gaiman "October in the Chair"

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I'm about two months late with this but the hard drive crisis and finals slowed me down. This was taken back during the Canadian Thanksgiving meet up. If you don't know Neil Gaiman is my absolute favorite living author, and I his short story "October in the Chair" is one of my absolute favorites. I highly suggest that you check out his book "Fragile Things" in which it is contained.

Luckily the cabin we were staying in had this massive chair I was able to kidnap and take across the road to this beautiful area. The beard and crown are of course hand made by me.

Extra shot from this set up with some experimental editing in the comments.

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This is my cover version of Crazy and a video I made of some of my photographs. Also I have written rather a long poem!! ; 0) Possibly the longest one I ever posted. I hope you enjoy it. I am taking a scheduled break now from flickr. I am getting very tired again and I am back to the hospital on Monday, but I am sure it will be good news and then I will travel to my little island later in the week where there will be nothing to do but immerse myself in nature and I hope to take many new photographs and come back well rested and happy. Please take care of yourselves and thank you so much for all your support and friendship. Please keep an eye out for the person who has used my name. I hope it is all sorted out by the time I get back. There is only one Poppy Cocqué and that's me!! ; 0)) Lots of love, Poppy xo

“All the world’s a stage,

And all the men and women merely players;

They have their exits and their entrances,

And one man in his time plays many parts … “

- William Shakespeare, As You Like It, Act II, Scene VII

“Things need not have happened to be true. Tales and adventures are the shadow truths that will endure when mere facts are dust and ashes and forgotten.”

- Neil Gaiman

THE PLAY

If I'd had even the slightest inkling

that I was not alone in this relationship with you

I would have bowed out immediately

instead of kowtowing;

kneeling to metaphorically kiss your feet

bend at your will and lose myself so deeply in you

that I never knew where you began and I ended

but once I began to realise it was too late

I was already lost and in deep, above my head

I felt myself drowning and losing all my senses

and yet it was exquisite; sweet torture

stepping into your shoes just for a moment

I found them rather warm and comfortable

disconcerting to say the least

to think that I had far more in common with you than not;

the subtle differences now harshly underlined

stood out like silhouetted birds at nightfall

plumped out against the cold hard reality of this moment

punctuated blackly and well-defined

in marker ink that had no antidote or means for it's removal

it would not smudge over time

nor would the inky blots that marred the perfection

of your imaginary copy book

an illusion; smoke and mirrors

reflected and echoed my delusions

we created a perfect moment

but as with all perfection

when placed on a slide

beneath the microscope

we did not bear up well to close scrutiny

and the turning of the screws bore down

cracking the fragile glass of our reality and fragmenting;

cutting through the lies and deception

splintering shards that sliced and diced

our mortal flesh and as we bled out

so did our lives begin to unfurl and separate

our limbs uncurled and straightened

and like the wind that blows the Autumn leaves away

we went our different ways and found a new beginning

yours looked much the same as mine

and even though we still remain separated in time

I hope that we will always retain sweet memories

of what we were and what we did and where we dared to go

we felt back then invincible;

no thoughts were allowed to fester

stray ones that were tempted to fall from our tongues

were halted subtly in their tracks and found refuge in our souls

twisting and juxtaposing the reality we invented for ourselves

we were like stage directors of the longest-running play

little mice scurrying and hurrying about

sneaking this way and that; avoiding the trap door

the little traps with succulent titbits tempting our appetites

insatiable, irreplaceable feelings; nerves and muscles taut

with anticipatory sensations and fraught with tension

exploding our minds and bodies; fusing us together

tighter than ever our love remained our priority for so long

that we blocked out the world

and thought that we were invisible

because of that sweet oblivion

we did not pay attention to the eyebrows raised

and glances cast in our direction;

no, on our stage the play rolled ever on and forward

the bright lights darkened the staring faces of the audience

and the band played on;

louder and louder until the ringing in our ears

was like nature's echoing of tinnitus

like crickets chirruping on a sultry Summer's night

humidity, warm, damp and trickling down our sinful flesh

like the raindrops on window panes

in the London flat so cold; so damp

and we were back there in

that exotic place in the tropical jungle

and not here in the concrete one,

so necessary to our real lives

in this altered state we remained; partners in crime

visions shared and lies perpetuated; back and forth

like a game of tennis while the audience

turned their heads this way and that

and the umpire oversaw the webs we wove

within the London flat

tangled; deceitful and yet, we did not think so at the time

we justified each wrong with another superficial lie

morally we had sunk to within an inch

of ever redeeming our immortal souls

derived a way of telling our stories that fit our inner narrative

this was our love; this was our story

and weren't we in perfect harmony

and in control of our destiny;

overruled each softly whispered argument

the torment of our souls was never in dispute

it was exquisite; it was the ultimate of pleasures

selfishly we carried on until that fateful day

once a bubble is burst,

you know it can never be made whole again

the close shaves were exciting;

we outran them; giggling like children

diving in and out of the shadows

before the shadows caught up with us

now I see them on your face; beneath your eyes

How I wish I could erase those deep dark marks

like make-up smudged

and wiped away so cleanly, but not these … these I cannot

and it breaks my heart to look at you,

so I turn my head away

and the smile that once melted

the darkness in my heart is no longer there

it is turned down at the corners

as a line appears between your brows

vertical and deeply furrowed; a permanent reminder

of the suffering that was wrought because that day of parting

though not wanted by either one of us,

it was the only real and true thing we could do

we could not get back all that we lost;

we loved and fought and now we count the cost

the lights went up; the people we had hurt were there

the band stopped playing

and the trap door opened and shut silently

it had nothing left to say and

as we looked into each other's eyes

we knew the game was up and the curtain was about to fall

there would be no bravo; no encore;

no comfort derived from anyone at all

so there we stood; I exited stage left and you took the right

and the play closed and was cancelled

and no refunds were allowed to anyone that night.

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La Morte è la carta del mutamento e del ricominciare, anche se in questo concetto è inclusa la fine necessaria di qualcosa che esisteva in precedenza.

"Coraline" fotografia de 2004

Through the gap in the wall can be seen a large green meadow; beyond the meadow, a stream; and beyond the stream there are trees. From time to time shapes and figures can be seen, amongst the trees, in the distance. Huge shapes and odd shapes and small, glimmering things which flash and glitter and are gone.

~Stardust

Neil Gaiman

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I Highly recommend it...It is a great and fast read!! And also makes you smile and feel good inside...even though sometimes a bit uneasy...what is going to happen way...

So after sorting through old builds I found my little Jack Kirby minifig I built right after Stan Lee's passing, and was inspired to make some more influential faces from the comic industry across the decades!

So I made eleven more to go alone with him and Stan! I wanted to include even few more, like Scott Snyder, C.C. Beck, George Perez, Julie Schwartz, Kevin Smith, Bill Finger, Siegel and Shuster (...just to name a few) but I had to stop at some point before I had a photo that was wider than I am tall :P

So yeah, I don't really think this is all that impressive of a photo, so Patreon has this image (plus one more) publicly available to all that want to see it there! (maybe I'll post that one later too, but who knows!)

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L-R: Neal Adams, Bruce Timm, Paul Dini, Alan Moore, Geoff Johns, Jack Kirby, Stan Lee, Darwyn Cooke, Neil Gaiman, Frank Miller, Mark Waid, Alex Ross, and Grant freakin Morrison

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“Be hole, be dust, be dream, be wind/Be night, be dark, be wish, be mind,/Now slip, now slide, now move unseen,/Above, beneath, betwixt, between.” ― Neil Gaiman, The Graveyard Book

I am someone who likes to plan everything, so this December self-portrait a day that I have imposed on myself is a stretch because not everything can always be planned. Yesterday I brought home dirt from the forest with the intent of shooting something in my bedroom away from the cold for a day, but when I woke up I needed to create something very visually different. I rushed to the store, got some candles, played with layering delicate fabric, set off a smoke bomb, and fumbled around until I got this.

Perhaps in an alternate universe, the weather is much more tolerable, the appropriate temperature for the season.

"Fear is a wonderful thing, in small doses. You ride the ghost train into the darkness, knowing that eventually the doors will open and you will step out into the daylight once again. It’s always reassuring to know that you’re still here, still safe. That nothing strange has happened, not really. It’s good to be a child again, for a little while, and to fear — not governments, not regulations, not infidelities or accountants or distant wars, but ghosts and such things that don’t exist, and even if they do, can do nothing to hurt us.

And this time of year is best for a haunting, as even the most prosaic things cast the most disquieting shadows.

The things that haunt us can be tiny things: a Web page; a voicemail message; an article in a newspaper, perhaps, by an English writer, remembering Halloweens long gone and skeletal trees and winding lanes and darkness. An article containing fragments of ghost stories, and which, nonsensical although the idea has to be, nobody ever remembers reading but you, and which simply isn’t there the next time you go and look for it."

My entry to Daultons contest.

Neil is probably my favorite author, so it made sense to make him. Put dream next to him, cause it only felt right.

Sorry I haven't posted recently. Been on a bit of a creative dry spell, but I've got something to post at the end of the month that's related to the contest.

Thanks again for everyone who entered, loved seeing everyone's entries.

Day 185/266

“I hope that in this year to come, you make mistakes. Because if you are making mistakes...you're Doing Something.”

― Neil Gaiman

“What's your name,' Coraline asked the cat.

'Look, I'm Coraline. Okay?'

'Cats don't have names,' it said.

'No?' said Coraline.

'No,' said the cat. 'Now you people have names. That's because you don't know who you are. We know who we are, so we don't need names.”

― Neil Gaiman, Coraline

"There were things that burned away at me, not only as a private individual, but also as a citizen of our century, our pixelated age. What does it mean to be lonely? How do we live, if we’re not intimately engaged with another human being? How do we connect with other people, particularly if we don’t find speaking easy? Is sex a cure for loneliness, and if it is, what happens if our body or sexuality is considered deviant or damaged, if we are ill or unblessed with beauty? And is technology helping with these things? Does it draw us closer together, or trap us behind screens?

Loneliness is difficult to confess; difficult too to categorize. Like depression, a state with which it often intersects, it can run deep in the fabric of a person, as much a part of one’s being as laughing easily or having red hair. Then again, it can be transient, lapping in and out in reaction to external circumstance, like the loneliness that follows on the heels of a bereavement, break-up or change in social circles."

..must come to an end, even my vacation! As much as I love my co-workers, I really wish I didn't have to go back to work so soon. I haven't had to get up at 6 am or hang out in a freezer for a week & it's been wonderful!

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I thought this was a very interesting quote, speaking (to me) mostly how so many people carry around burdens so few know about or bother to inquire about. It creates an unnecessary burden or hell on Earth, and if only we took the time to invest in our fellow human we might make this world a much better place.

Theme: Power In Words

Year Thirteen Of My 365 Project

Anyone check out the new Sandman show yet?

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