View allAll Photos Tagged faeries
If we shadows have offended,
Think but this, and all is mended,
That you have but slumbered here
While these visions did appear.
And this weak and idle theme,
No more yielding but a dream,
Gentles, do not reprehend:
If you pardon, we will mend:
And, as I am an honest Puck,
If we have unearned luck
Now to 'scape the serpent's tongue,
We will make amends ere long;
Else the Puck a liar call;
So, good night unto you all.
Give me your hands, if we be friends,
And Robin shall restore amends.
- William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night's Dream
Taken at Elvion, Wish Valley: maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Wish%20Valley/235/183/23
LAQ Leia head, LAQ Rebel skin
Hilly Haalan Dune outfit
no.match - no_bills hair
What can you give to the faeries queen?
what could you present the daughter?
What could you give to immortal beauty?
To the never ending who've seen all age?
Gold is false, the hoard of Dragons
Perfumes fade in the breeze.
Oil to those whom magic posses
has no purpose to their needs.
Silk they have plenty
From spider weavers
Jewels pale in comparison
Of their faerie's face.
But yet in world,
Lies one simple beauty
That grows and dies
In one faerie Breath.
Ostespurnum
Fleeting in life
It's crown gazing skywards
Hidden to the night.
The worthy gift to faerie queen,
Flower befitting her daughter
There it shall sit in immortal bloom
For the Fae princess, her Tiara
Poem By My Daughter
Explore 63rd - My 4 th FP - Highest position: 40 on Saturday, August 1, 2009
Hope you are all enjoying your weekend. We have had severe weather warnings due to heat..setting records almost daily. Today was a tad cooler and so grateful for that. Thanks for stopping by <3
Poland
Dawn
Looks like one has broken out. :)
HFF.
Join me on my personal website Erik Witsoe or contact me at ewitsoe@gmail.com for cooperation. Thank you.
Facebook Erik Witsoe Photography
i went out one foggy morning...
"enchanting"
that is really the only way to describe what the woods looked like. i felt like i had wandered into a make-believe place...
PS happy mother's day! :)
Fantasy colourisation of the grounds at the Trentham Estate in Stoke-on-Trent, England. The property was owned by the successive Dukes of Sutherland until it was abandoned in about 1905. (The Duke could not even give it away.) It is now operated as an attraction for tourists and locals as well.
Shooting info: handheld RAW image; auto focus, master pixel size 14.6
Processing: tilted; colour & light adjusted in Aperture 3
another faerie edit n_n because i have to do some more because the box i was making doesnt have enough photos in it. but i like this :)
Cue that Fairy Fountain song!
I just LOVE this tree, and am so excited to showcase it and show it off so others might enjoy it ♥ You can go and get this beautiful centerpiece for a fantasy garden at Enchantment: Legends of Flight!
***NEW** [CC] Shard Tree Set
Featuring some fairies from Tarte & [CC] Hellthorn Briar
═.✧.═════════════════════
♥ Blogger for Cerridwen's Cauldron ♥
Happy shopping! ♥
══════════════════════.✧.═
I miss you in Every HeartBeat... even i'm with the Faeries.
Raw shot, no edit, no postpro, done with my own Sky and Water SL. Hope you like it.
Story and Style Card available on my blog, Three Twisted Knots, at threetwistedknots.com/2018/12/04/awenias-first-winter/
Awenia Faerie is open to the public for a short time! Visit us here: maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Awenia/158/90/2000
Special thanks to my bestie, Lois Hill for helping model for this shoot. Love you dearly, and my SL would not be the same without you :)
Bento AO Faerie
at Uber
(Midnight 23rd December SLT)
SLURL : maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Uber/195/194/19
-
mainstore SLURL : maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Bon%20Voyage/128/93/1254
I shouldn’t have parked in the Passing Place, but I did. The area was deserted and it was a very long passing place. I could park and still leave room for a couple of cars to pull in. Apart from the metallic red MG HS. Ha! Typical. Hire car. I feel sorry for the foreign tourists arriving at EdinBURG airport, being given an MG. Made in China. Yes, some tourists must have found this spot. Had the Subway sandwich wrapper just fallen out of the door when they went walking or was it thoughtlessly chucked at the side of the road, as some do?
I guessed they had been off into the forest, yet all the footprints I saw were pointed downhill, back to the road. I was surprised they had found this trail. Perhaps they were now lost. But Google and Google maps don’t leave much hidden. Although someone had tried to block off the start of the trail by cutting down, and laying three trees across the path and then thickened it into a greater obstacle with more loose branches.
Jeez, whoever it is, must be a messy eater. The small piece of lettuce showed up vibrantly against the decayed and frost tinged oak leaves on the forest floor at my feet. But not much more than about five yards on was a piece of sliced tomato, it’s bright red quite obvious on the trail. I was breathing a little bit more heavily now. I had my camera gear on my back, and curiously I was carrying everything I wouldn’t need. Heavy Manfrotto tripod. Long, telephoto lens, macro lens, standard lens, winter survival kit (haha!) and more. But the view up the gorge was stunning, along its steep edges. I kept going on up, following the fairly faint signs of human passage. Hey, now a bit of golden brown crust, tossed and lying on top of the brown, frosty leaves. Another five yards uphill was a piece of pink pork. Ham. Messy buggers. I wondered exactly what sort of people they were, most likely tourists I suspected. Locals would never contaminate their home territory. I suppose there was a fair chance I might discover they are German, after all, it seems well over 50% of our booked B&B guests for the coming season are German. We never had a bad bunch. In fact we had a lot of fun with most of them. But these people trashing the place?
I carried on, up through the trees, as the gorge deepened to my right. A few times I ventured to its edge, very wary of the snow and ice along the side particularly once I spotted a fairytale waterfall plunging off the top edge, straight to the bottom about 70 feet below me. Still I carried on. Effie stopped and indicated she could hear voices up the hill. Huh, another piece of bread, and then another. Unbelievable. I checked Google map. Yes, I was getting near. I was surprised it seemed accurate in such a remote area. I would have switched to What3Words, a GPS system, if Google hadn’t given me the right vibe.
I peered ahead through the trees. No sign of movement. Yet. I steeled myself for the meeting. What would they be like? Apart from being littering interlopers? I was noticing small bits of bread regularly along my way. Further up I had to duck under low branches, and step over fallen saplings. The snow had been knocked off the horizontal surfaces by passing bodies. Now the track curved round so I could not see far ahead, and then unexpectantly it flattened and headed downhill slightly. The trees were twisted and bent into spooky shapes. There was a series of waterfalls emerging from the forest, four of them in a stack up the hillside on my left water tumbling down and disappearing into a hollow ahead of me. And then, in a patch of sunlight, something stood out, stegosaurus-like with vertical plates on its back…..no, wait, a bridge. Magical. Small, a faerie bridge. Wow! Such a surprise, to discover it way up the hillside in a forest in the middle of nowhere. It’s so surreal. Bizarre. Incredible. Small birds, robins, tits, etc flitted in and out of the sunlight, attracted by the handful of bread crumbs on the humped back of the bridge
I got my camera out, eager to catch it in the light as it fell. I wanted to include the waterfalls, but with a tangle of branches and tree trunks it was hard to find a clear view. I ventured down the stream that flowed under the bridge, and almost bumped into the young couple sat on a rock, enjoying the atmosphere of the place, while they had a snack. Being me, I had to speak, and we quickly fell into conversation. I had been right: German! They asked me a lot about the area and Scotland and I answered as best I could and made up answers when my knowledge failed me. Somewhere in the conversation they managed to establish I owned a B&B and asked where it was and what it was called. They were able to look it up on Google as we chatted. And they said they might like to book. I explained that the house is called “Innes House” after my name. And it seemed natural to ask their names. I thought she said, “Greta” but she corrected me. “Gretel”. “Oh”, I said, and turning to the young man, I said, “Let me guess: you are Hans……ummmm Hansel???”
Best in Lightbox
Textures: Picnik
George Frideric Handel's - Water Music www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kuw8YjSbKd4&feature=related
Hair: CIC
Jewels: Virtual Impressions
Gown: Arwens Creations
Wings: Seven Selection
Background: MariSel Studios
Wishing you all a great week ahead..again Happy Thanksgiving...and if you "believe" please send prayers and good energies to my little nephew "Marc" who has cancer and is having his spleen removed today. ♥
UPDATE: Marc just came out of surgery, his spleen was twice the size it should have been ..he's resting and his platelette count is already up. Thank you ALL so much for your kind words, thoughts, prayers and good energies. ♥♥♥
melodious laughter filled the air,
the day she danced with faeries.
Sometimes in life, children see and find joy in the littlest things we adults usually take for granted, like red roses, blue skies, green grass. Their imagination and creativity knows no bounds and are not confined within the box, and what touches me most is their ability to simply just revel in the moment, lost in their world of make-believe. Their innocence, their joy and their laughter.
**dedicated to Sarah =)
I hope you all have a wonderful week ahead. Not looking foward to the pending work on my desk, having been home for a week, hopefully it won't be too bad. Finger is still not 100% I have no feeling at the tip, and the skin has the feeling of hard plastic, as well as some strange black design, what is left of the blackened tip. Will miss my furbabies, they spoiled me this week, always on my lap or at my side. ♥
Texture: Musymas 41 - Thank you www.flickr.com/photos/musymas/7469253508/in/set-721576271...
Dress: Caverna
Jewels: VI
Eyes: Ikon
Wings: BeMused
Hair: Exile
Thank you to my good flickr friend Peter, aka Mr Moor,
who followed his hunch and with quite a bit of research found that these are not a fungus after all, but are the eggs of the beneficial insect, the green lacewing. Green lacewings are not as well known as ladybugs, but are similarly beneficial in preying on aphids and other insect pests, and are often used for insect control in organic gardening.
And, they lay magical eggs......