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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
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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.
...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
(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!
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
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!
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.
"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
The Stolen Child is based on the poem by W. B. Yeats
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.
"Go now, Persephoneia, to your dark-robed mother, and think kindly of me"
Hades to Persephone ( Homeric verse)
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
'All is clouded by desire: as fire by smoke, as a mirror by dust ...Through these it blinds the soul.' C.J. Koch,
dirty as a dustbin lid....
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!
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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
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.