A Winter’s breath

The woods are lovely, dark and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep– Robert Frost-“Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening” Winter on our side of the mountain homeward past corridors of light and ancient guardians out back the lights twinkle…

A Merry Christmas to all and to all a Good Night

See you next year!! the best of the season to all my blogging friends, Nollaig Shona, God Jul, Nollaig Chridheil Buon Natale, Joyeux Noel,  and Happy Hanukkah “Jolly Old St.Nicholas”                                                  …

Tales for Yuletide

it was my dream ever since I posted previously about Hans Christian Anderson’s Little Match Girl, to try to bring that poignant and classic tale to life in a video story form…….

Still…..

-here!! -waters run deep? -complaining! crazy after all these years! -or else a state of inertia  😦 Though I may be forgotten by now: I’ll spare you the boring details of that light at the end of the tunnel being an oncoming train. However, I don’t need therapy I just need to go to Ireland,…

The Itakos Project

We all need a touch of magic!  So I’d like to share with my readers a video presentation of my photography and participation on the Stolen Child exhibit at Itakos Gallery  by Akim Alonzo and CybeleMoon.   I had a lot of fun putting this together (with my very rudimentary program- Wondershare). read the short story…

A Fleeing Summer Dream

In case you didn’t know, it’s always, late summer and late afternoon in Fairyland. I can’t believe that in my own dimension of space we’ve already slipped into September. Our summer has been on the cool side but still, I emerged, cautiously, like a cave bear into the sunlight. I finally wrote a little tale…

Summer’s end (The Stolen Child)

a short story: Megan looked over the last  of the Black -eyed Susans glowing in the morning sun. It was time to lock up the summer cottage forever, she thought.  Something happened yesterday that had confirmed all her old fears and misgivings about the place. Some years before she had inherited the little house from…

Not always here and never all there

    I wonder if I’m missed!! I’ve really fallen by the wayside in blogging. I admit to using Flickr on and off as it has been a lot easier to post and poof. Here I must be more thoughtful and with my previous bout with depression (SAD) plus, and then a painful sciatica in…

Dr. Chandra, Will I Dream?

 the wee ramble… “Dr Chandra, Will I dream?” is the haunting question, Hal, the computer asks in the face of impending doom in the sequel to A Space Odyssey..  “Yeesha, last night your mother had a dream…”  are the words that began an epic search for an ancient and mysterious civilization whose secrets were written into lost…