week 4-” a sob surged upward from the depths of her”
“For.. In an abrupt and terrible twist of fate Meg never returned from that far off place of monsoons and sudden hurricanes.“–The short story A Canticle for Meg
In this process and overlay I wanted to portray a sense of sacred peace. I used the glow of a stained glass window and then I added the old family photograph to look as though it was gently laid beside the keepsake pearls. I tried to give a sense of faded memories dissolving into the light.
and as I often like to include interesting pieces of music in my posts here is a lovely old piece called “Wind from the South” by the Chieftains.
week 4 – And now all is well with me
week 3- and so it was promised, a strand of pearls
week 2 She remembered a beautiful summer day when Meg’s ship arrived in the town harbour
week one-Lauren loved the look and feel of Meg’s pearls
Life has overtaken me this last while and I’m aware I’ve been neglecting my blogs, but recently, literary and virtual art critic, Cajsa Lilliehook (more about Casja here) from the prestigious Eclipse Magazine, asked me to add my voice regarding my impression of the new Virtual World of Sansar. As I have been keeping a low profile I was very […]
traveler,and photographer, I'm the hopeful storyteller, a sometime virtual wanderer, a seeker of light and magic - and a finder of old bones and philosopher stones- including adventures in the time machine. Just your average everyday mad woman.