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OIL ON CANVAS By me.

 

ONE OF A KIND

  

From the Hobbit

  

Just as you know, so can all of you, use my paintings as you like :) ( No copyright ) :) just go to my website:

And have fun :-D

 

Go to my website, select image, right click. press save image as. and download the image

 

www.fantasypaintings.se

I had to remove the SL groups I was invited to show as this is not an SL image but thank you for those invites.

 

you opened the door

 

"when was the last time you got lost in an enchanted garden, kidnapped a myth, turned wishes into wings...

 

your dragon awaits

 

thanks so much for all the group invites!

   

...There is a freedom more precious than the world. Infinitely more precious than life and the world is that moment when one is alone with God.” Rumi

 

Summer's end

Listen

 

Lola and Hauser

 

thanks for all the group invites!!!

my own texture added.

I can never get old enough of loving "Trolls!. Especially when these neon coloured Trolls made a comeback some years ago.

 

Happy Smile on Saturday!

Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing there is a field. I'll meet you there. Rumi

(I've been absent for a while dealing with family health issues.)

 

There is a morning inside you

waiting to burst open into light - Rumi

 

Thank you for all the invites!

Do Not Feed The Trolls

 

Thank you for visiting my photo stream.

So, we'll go no more a roving

So late into the night,

Though the heart be still as loving,

And the moon be still as bright. - Lord Byron

a layered RL winter shot combined with a Mid journey image

For Nat at Lost Unicorn's " Midsummer Night's Dream"

not second life but close lol!

 

every path and every stream we follow becomes a chapter in our story, every gate opens to a new dimension.

one of the images from my exhibit at Itakos Gallery

It will be up for while so do visit if you can.

 

The Stolen Child.

 

"Even so, sometimes there were mornings, still folded between waking and dreaming, when Megan would bolt up in bed and exclaim ecstatically “How they danced, how they danced!!"

from my short story : CM

 

Summer's End.

 

The Stolen Child is based on the poem by W. B. Yeats

you want it darker by Leonard Cohen

 

...

There's a lover in the story

But the story's still the same

There's a lullaby for suffering

And a paradox to blame

But it's written in the scriptures

And it's not some idle claim

You want it darker

We kill the flame

"Go now, Persephoneia, to your dark-robed mother, and think kindly of me"

 

Hades to Persephone ( Homeric verse)

Film Noir quote from Sam Spade (Humphrey Bogart) in “The Maltese Falcon”, 1941.

Challenge # 20 – 2nd Annual Noir Style –

The Dark Side of Light - Nov. 15 to Dec. 14

www.flickr.com/groups/thedarksideofthelight/discuss/72157...

 

Taken in Tuscania, Italy. Spent the day in this delightful town. Well worth a visit if you are this way.

 

Special effect's by William Walton & Topaz.

Edinburgh, Scotland

 

a little fun with layering

"May your blessings outnumber the shamrocks"

 

Happy St. Patrick's Day

Sweet Jenny of the Musical Theatre

(more portraits)

 

Listen

  

"I stood on dingle beach and cast,

In the wild foam for the Atlantic bass,

When living on your western shore,

Saw the summer sunset, I asked form more,

I stood by your Atlantic Sea,

And sang a song for Ireland"

dirty as a dustbin lid....

 

Liverpool Lullaby

 

Oh you are a mucky kid

Dirty as a dustbin lid

When he finds out the things you did

You'll get a belt from yer dad......

  

thank you for the invites!

   

"They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:

Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.

At the going down of the sun and in the morning,

We will remember them."

 

Taken at the Cenotaph in Langford with a composite virtual poppy field

This is the wider view of Selwicks Bay, which also takes in the outline of the headland or 'grumpy troll' face staring out to sea! Wishing everyone a Happy Easter Break :-)

.................

 

And that is the name that you never will guess;

The name that no human research can discover—

But THE CAT HIMSELF KNOWS, and will never confess.

When you notice a cat in profound meditation,

The reason, I tell you, is always the same:

His mind is engaged in a rapt contemplation

Of the thought, of the thought, of the thought of his name:

His ineffable effable

Effanineffable

Deep and inscrutable singular name

T.S. Eliot

  

stray cat strut

19 year old Theatre student.

in the distance are the ruins of an Augustinian abbey. Around the 12th century the monks moved from the remote island of Skellig Michael to the mainland and built the priory.

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