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Created for the Dark Side of the Light "Special Halloween Challenge" and for the Vivid Group "Vivid Tricks challenge" - sleep well :-)))
EXPLORE Worthy, Mini Challenge 14 - HALLOWEEN (Art from 2016)
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A HAPPY HALLOWEEN to YOU ALL!
Hopefully this old hag is not trying to scare anyone. Just wants change to buy her next ?? whatever!
Met a granny in the street didn't I.
Convinced the old biddy to be in my bloody photo.
What you lookin' at biddy? Eh?
What you fuckin' lookin' at?!
I love my aging body. I refuse to feel ashamed of it when it doesn’t meet imaginary beauty standards. Standards set by people who stand to make money off of the dislike of it. I care for it like a house. It is my home. Let the ritual begin.
As I mentioned in my previous post, not everything owned by a classical library is a book, newspaper or manuscript. This grotesque (but pointedly accurate) puppet of the former British prime minister Margaret Thatcher, for example, is owned by the University of Cambridge Library.
It’s part of a collection of hundreds of original scripts, puppet moulds, drawings and recordings from the Spitting Image satirical television series that aired on ITV between 1984 and 1996. The entire archive was donated to the Library by Roger Law, co-creator of the series who studied at the Cambridge School of Art.
The scripts were savage and the puppets monstrous, but both were extremely effective and captured the zeitgeist of the '80s perfectly. Nobody – politicians, royalty, theatre luvvies, film and sports stars – escaped the talons of the Spitting Image team. Roger Law said the archive was now ‘in the right place, it's come home’.
We all went to Ted's house for Halloween. I was the shortest person there but in costume I was the tallest. On my shoulders is a styrofoam cooler with the sides cut out for my shoulders. In the top there is a hole with a plastic jar screwed in upon which the old hag mask was fastened. To ensure that it was a man I ripped some of the hair off and made a mustache. What would you think if you saw this guy coming down the alley?
I thought I would have a short session on the Grand Union Canal at Weedon, and had 2 spots in mind, one either side of the 145 bridge. Typically, both shots were 'off' due to moored boats, and anywhere else in short distance was in shadow, or looked too nondescipt This is one of the shots, although the boat on the left was totally in the way for my desired composition. However, there were a couple of cats on board, and Jasmine was fascinated by them, so I decided to get them in shot. Typically, one of them scarpered at the last second! The Narrowboat heading away is MALLARD, and is passing The Old Hags House, just before passing under the A45 at Weedon, Northamptonshire.
22nd September 2017
The Old Witch from Walt Disney World's Mine Train coaster. See more at the Filmic Light: filmic-light.blogspot.com/2014/05/the-first-ride-seven-dw...
The not-so-happy ending to the new Seven Dwarf's Mine Train ride, which despite being quite short was a pretty enjoyable ride!
Magic Kingdom, Walt Disney World
This is an early plaque made of Ivorex. (Which is basically Plaster of Paris.) Made by Arthur Osbourne, depicting a scene from the famous poem by Robert Burns, "TAM O SHANTER." Signed on the back by Osbourne, along with a Copyright date of 1910.
Tam O Shanter Poem: (TRANSLATION) Taken from www.robertburns.org.uk/Assets/Poems_Songs/tamoshanter.htm
When the peddler people leave the streets,
And thirsty neighbours, neighbours meet;
As market days are wearing late,
And folk begin to take the road home,
While we sit boozing strong ale,
And getting drunk and very happy,
We don’t think of the long Scots miles,
The marshes, waters, steps and stiles,
That lie between us and our home,
Where sits our sulky, sullen dame (wife),
Gathering her brows like a gathering storm,
Nursing her wrath, to keep it warm.
This truth finds honest Tam o' Shanter,
As he from Ayr one night did canter;
Old Ayr, which never a town surpasses,
For honest men and bonny lasses.
Oh Tam, had you but been so wise,
As to have taken your own wife Kate’s advice!
She told you well you were a waster,
A rambling, blustering, drunken boaster,
That from November until October,
Each market day you were not sober;
During each milling period with the miller,
You sat as long as you had money,
For every horse he put a shoe on,
The blacksmith and you got roaring drunk on;
That at the Lords House, even on Sunday,
You drank with Kirkton Jean till Monday.
She prophesied, that, late or soon,
You would be found deep drowned in Doon,
Or caught by warlocks in the murk,
By Alloway’s old haunted church.
Ah, gentle ladies, it makes me cry,
To think how many counsels sweet,
How much long and wise advice
The husband from the wife despises!
But to our tale :- One market night,
Tam was seated just right,
Next to a fireplace, blazing finely,
With creamy ales, that drank divinely;
And at his elbow, Cobbler Johnny,
His ancient, trusted, thirsty crony;
Tom loved him like a very brother,
They had been drunk for weeks together.
The night drove on with songs and clatter,
And every ale was tasting better;
The landlady and Tam grew gracious,
With secret favours, sweet and precious;
The cobbler told his queerest stories;
The landlord’s laugh was ready chorus:
Outside, the storm might roar and rustle,
Tam did not mind the storm a whistle.
Care, mad to see a man so happy,
Even drowned himself in ale.
As bees fly home with loads of treasure,
The minutes winged their way with pleasure:
Kings may be blessed, but Tam was glorious,
Over all the ills of life victorious.
But pleasures are like poppies spread:
You seize the flower, its bloom is shed;
Or like the snow fall on the river,
A moment white - then melts forever,
Or like the Aurora Borealis rays,
That move before you can point to their place;
Or like the rainbow’s lovely form,
Vanishing amid the storm.
No man can tether time or tide,
The hour approaches Tom must ride:
That hour, of night’s black arch - the key-stone,
That dreary hour he mounts his beast in
And such a night he takes to the road in
As never a poor sinner had been out in.
The wind blew as if it had blown its last;
The rattling showers rose on the blast;
The speedy gleams the darkness swallowed,
Loud, deep and long the thunder bellowed:
That night, a child might understand,
The Devil had business on his hand.
Well mounted on his grey mare, Meg.
A better never lifted leg,
Tom, raced on through mud and mire,
Despising wind and rain and fire;
Whilst holding fast his good blue bonnet,
While crooning over some old Scots sonnet,
Whilst glowering round with prudent care,
Lest ghosts catch him unaware:
Alloway’s Church was drawing near,
Where ghosts and owls nightly cry.
By this time he was across the ford,
Where in the snow the pedlar got smothered;
And past the birch trees and the huge stone,
Where drunken Charlie broke his neck bone;
And through the thorns, and past the monument,
Where hunters found the murdered child;
And near the thorn, above the well,
Where Mungo’s mother hung herself.
Before him the river Doon pours all his floods;
The doubling storm roars throught the woods;
The lightnings flashes from pole to pole;
Nearer and more near the thunder rolls;
When, glimmering through the groaning trees,
Alloway’s Church seemed in a blaze,
Through every gap , light beams were glancing,
And loud resounded mirth and dancing.
Inspiring, bold John Barleycorn! (whisky)
What dangers you can make us scorn!
With ale, we fear no evil;
With whisky, we’ll face the Devil!
The ales so swam in Tam’s head,
Fair play, he didn’t care a farthing for devils.
But Maggie stood, right sore astonished,
Till, by the heel and hand admonished,
She ventured forward on the light;
And, vow! Tom saw an incredible sight!
Warlocks and witches in a dance:
No cotillion, brand new from France,
But hornpipes, jigs, strathspeys, and reels,
Put life and mettle in their heels.
In a window alcove in the east,
There sat Old Nick, in shape of beast;
A shaggy dog, black, grim, and large,
To give them music was his charge:
He screwed the pipes and made them squeal,
Till roof and rafters all did ring.
Coffins stood round, like open presses,
That showed the dead in their last dresses;
And, by some devilish magic sleight,
Each in its cold hand held a light:
By which heroic Tom was able
To note upon the holy table,
A murderer’s bones, in gibbet-irons;
Two span-long, small, unchristened babies;
A thief just cut from his hanging rope -
With his last gasp his mouth did gape;
Five tomahawks with blood red-rusted;
Five scimitars with murder crusted;
A garter with which a baby had strangled;
A knife a father’s throat had mangled -
Whom his own son of life bereft -
The grey-hairs yet stack to the shaft;
With more o' horrible and awful,
Which even to name would be unlawful.
Three Lawyers’ tongues, turned inside out,
Sown with lies like a beggar’s cloth -
Three Priests’ hearts, rotten, black as muck
Lay stinking, vile, in every nook.
As Thomas glowered, amazed, and curious,
The mirth and fun grew fast and furious;
The piper loud and louder blew,
The dancers quick and quicker flew,
They reeled, they set, they crossed, they linked,
Till every witch sweated and smelled,
And cast her ragged clothes to the floor,
And danced deftly at it in her underskirts!
Now Tam, O Tam! had these been young girls,
All plump and strapping in their teens!
Their underskirts, instead of greasy flannel,
Been snow-white seventeen hundred linen! -
The trousers of mine, my only pair,
That once were plush, of good blue hair,
I would have given them off my buttocks
For one blink of those pretty girls !
But withered hags, old and droll,
Ugly enough to suckle a foal,
Leaping and flinging on a stick,
Its a wonder it didn’t turn your stomach!
But Tam knew what was what well enough:
There was one winsome, jolly wench,
That night enlisted in the core,
Long after known on Carrick shore
(For many a beast to dead she shot,
And perished many a bonnie boat,
And shook both much corn and barley,
And kept the country-side in fear.)
Her short underskirt, o’ Paisley cloth,
That while a young lass she had worn,
In longitude though very limited,
It was her best, and she was proud. . .
Ah! little knew your reverend grandmother,
That skirt she bought for her little grandaughter,
With two Scots pounds (it was all her riches),
Would ever graced a dance of witches!
But here my tale must stoop and bow,
Such words are far beyond her power;
To sing how Nannie leaped and kicked
(A supple youth she was, and strong);
And how Tom stood like one bewitched,
And thought his very eyes enriched;
Even Satan glowered, and fidgeted full of lust,
And jerked and blew with might and main;
Till first one caper, then another,
Tom lost his reason all together,
And roars out: ‘ Well done, short skirt! ’
And in an instant all was dark;
And scarcely had he Maggie rallied,
When out the hellish legion sallied.
As bees buzz out with angry wrath,
When plundering herds assail their hive;
As a wild hare’s mortal foes,
When, pop! she starts running before their nose;
As eager runs the market-crowd,
When ‘ Catch the thief! ’ resounds aloud:
So Maggie runs, the witches follow,
With many an unearthly scream and holler.
Ah, Tom! Ah, Tom! You will get what's coming!
In hell they will roast you like a herring!
In vain your Kate awaits your coming !
Kate soon will be a woeful woman!
Now, do your speedy utmost, Meg,
And beat them to the key-stone of the bridge;
There, you may toss your tale at them,
A running stream they dare not cross!
But before the key-stone she could make,
She had to shake a tail at the fiend;
For Nannie, far before the rest,
Hard upon noble Maggie pressed,
And flew at Tam with furious aim;
But little knew she Maggie’s mettle!
One spring brought off her master whole,
But left behind her own grey tail:
The witch caught her by the rump,
And left poor Maggie scarce a stump.
Now, who this tale of truth shall read,
Each man, and mother’s son, take heed:
Whenever to drink you are inclined,
Or short skirts run in your mind,
Think! you may buy joys over dear:
Remember Tam o’ Shanter’s mare.
"Throwing back her light vestment, she stretched forth her long skinny arm, in derision."
"The Last of the Mohicans" is set in 1757, during the French and Indian War, when France and Great Britain battled for control of North America. During this war, both the French and the British used Native American allies, but the French were particularly dependent, as they were outnumbered in the Northeast frontier areas by the more numerous British colonists.
The novel is primarily set in the upper New York wilderness, detailing the transport of the two daughters of Colonel Munro, Alice and Cora, to a safe destination at Fort William Henry. Among the caravan guarding the women are the frontiersman Natty Bumppo (known as Hawkeye), Major Duncan Heyward, and the Indians Chingachgook and his son Uncas. These characters are sometimes seen as a microcosm of the budding American society, particularly with regards to their racial composition.
[Source: Wikipedia]
original drawing by: Bill Rogers
Inspired by these remarkable photos by Raymond Castile, I made this drawing of one my childhood Topstone masks. In this case it was the Old Hag in yellow with green hair. I also owned their Old Hag in grey with white hair and, I believe, their Mummy.
See The Drummer
I have found the other Torrey/Wheeler award winner to go with "Sing in Praise!"
“Sing Mother Goose,” another wonderful collaboration between author Opal Wheeler and artists Majorie Torrey. Copyright 1945, by E.P. Dutton & Co., Inc.
Queen: Now, a formula to transform my beauty into ugliness. Change my queenly raiment to a peddler's cloak. Mummy dust, to make me old. To shroud my clothes, the black of night. To age my voice, an old hag's cackle. To whiten my hair, a scream of fright. A blast of wind to fan my hate. A thunderbolt to mix it well. Now, begin thy magic spell.
-- From Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs (1937)
Unless you're in the front seat of the new Seven Dwarfs Mine Train, you need to look fast to see her.
(Walt Disney World -- Magic Kingdom -- Fantasyland)
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The Witch offers Snow White a poison apple on Snow White's Scary Adventures. The opening day attraction closed forever at Walt Disney World on May 31, 2012.
Read more about it at the Snow White Archive: filmic-light.blogspot.com/2012/06/scary-adventures-end-is...
Snow White's Scary Adventures
Magic Kingdom
Walt Disney World
Guided by her Magic Mirror, the Queen knows that Snow White still lives! So she uses her magic spells to transform herself into an "innocent looking" old beggar woman and to create a poison apple tainted with the power to put one into a sleeping death.
Snow White's Scary Adventures
Magic Kingdom
Walt Disney World
This mural is seen from the queue and boarding area.
I can't seem to get enough of these blow molds. Happy to adopt her into my ever growing coven of witch blow molds.
It's been so hot, the hottest Summer on record, according to the weather channel. She's ready for cooler weather. And so am I.
It is bad enough that you keep giggling when I ask you who the fairest of them all is but I am getting really annoyed by the fact that you keep showing me who YOU think is fairer than me. I get the Evil Queen or even Cruella with her fancy hair but the Old Hag??? Really? And for crying out loud stop asking if you have any new cracks in you everytime I look at you!!!!
View on black or I will send everyone of them to visit you
Our Daily Challenge: Dark or Low Key.
(I shot at night, processed once in low key then processed again using a dark program then made the black blacker.
Limited Edition Funny Business Candied Apples/Just One Bite Old Hag Pin. Closeup on card. Hinged door opened up to show Old Hag holding the poisoned apple, with the legend 'Just One Bite!'
Disneyland Purchases - Sunday November 23, 2014.
I got several new pins today, that were released last Thursday. They included the Holiday Jack and Sally (Season's Screamings 2014, LE 3500), the Holiday Rapunzel (Happy Holidays 2014, LE 4000) and the Funny Business Old Hag (Candied Apples/Just One Bite, LE 1000). They were all $14.95 each. Also got the four Limited Release Frozen Pins that came free with purchase of special Disney $75 Gift Cards. They are square shaped pins with closeups of Anna, Elsa, Kristoff and Olaf. An image of the animated character is also printed on the cards themselves. All the pins were purchased from the World of Disney store.
I also got a couple of deluxe prints. One is of the three classic Disney Princesses as Muses. It is titled The Three Graces, by artist Stephen Cargile. The other is a reproduction of the poster for the Alice in Wonderland ride in Disneyland. They were purchased at Disneyana on Main Street, and cost $39.95 each.
Evil Queen as Old Hag Candy Bowl. $14.95, 12'' Diameter, 3'' Deep, by Disney Parks Merchandise. Also available online at the Disney Store. Purchased at China Closet Shop on Main Street, Disneyland, on Thursday August 21, 2014. Large bowl made of very sturdy melamine, dishwasher safe (top rack), not recommended for microwave. Depicts the Evil Queen as Old Hag. She is holding the poison apple in her hand, after having dipped it into the poison brew. Titled 'JUST ONE BITE'. It is colored white inside, orange outside. It is called a candy bowl, but can be used to hold any sort of snacks, or even be used as a salad bowl (although it is not as deep as regular salad bowls).
Jointed Beistle Halloween Die Cut. She's always been a favorite of mine. She has bat wings that help her fly around.
Snow White's nemesis. More at the Filmic Light: filmic-light.blogspot.com/2013/10/witch-journal.html
Limited Edition Funny Business Candied Apples/Just One Bite Old Hag Pin. Closeup on card.
Disneyland Purchases - Sunday November 23, 2014.
I got several new pins today, that were released last Thursday. They included the Holiday Jack and Sally (Season's Screamings 2014, LE 3500), the Holiday Rapunzel (Happy Holidays 2014, LE 4000) and the Funny Business Old Hag (Candied Apples/Just One Bite, LE 1000). They were all $14.95 each. Also got the four Limited Release Frozen Pins that came free with purchase of special Disney $75 Gift Cards. They are square shaped pins with closeups of Anna, Elsa, Kristoff and Olaf. An image of the animated character is also printed on the cards themselves. All the pins were purchased from the World of Disney store.
I also got a couple of deluxe prints. One is of the three classic Disney Princesses as Muses. It is titled The Three Graces, by artist Stephen Cargile. The other is a reproduction of the poster for the Alice in Wonderland ride in Disneyland. They were purchased at Disneyana on Main Street, and cost $39.95 each.