Tuesday, February 9, 2016

Three Muses - Go Fish

Of all the things that I might wish
I'd never wish to be a fish
Never would I indulge the whim
Because, you see, I cannot swim!

Sunday, February 7, 2016

Digital Whisper - Violin

Violinist from a renaissance painting by Bartolommeo Montagna, background the Cathedral of Malaga with overlay of a renaissance document. 

Take a Word - Heart

The challenge is "Heart".  I love black and white with a pop of red, so this is what happened.  Thanks for your visit!

Tuesday, February 2, 2016

Three Muses - Gypsy

My mother grew up in Southern Illinois.  She used to tell stories of gypsies who camped in the river bottoms below her home.  She said her father used to take her and her brothers and sisters for buggy rides to the gypsy camp, where he liked to talk and/or trade horses with the men.   She remembered the camps as being busy and happy places, with women busy about the campfires, and the children running and playing.  I wish I remembered more of her stories.   The newspaper article background above was googled, and the gypsy girl is from Goddess Life via Pinterest.  Thanks for your visit!

Sunday, January 31, 2016

Take a Word - Turquoise

WAITING FOR THE TAXI.   Her bag is packed, she's on her way.  She won't be back for many a day.  The John Denver song lyrics come to mind....but I doubt she's leaving on a jet plane, since she's a bit before their time!   Anyway, I wish her a happy trip....and some new color in her life!   Background credit to Finecrafted Designs; image credit to Land of Nod.

Digital Whisper - Ships

Our challenge is "Ships" at Digital Whisper.  My background is a part of an 1800's painting and I imported the sailing vessel from Google. The lyrics are part of a Garth Brooks' song "Sail My Vessel".   If you would like to read them in their entirety, check here http://www.songlyrics.com/garth-brooks/sail-my-vessel-lyrics/  They are especially meaningful to me.  Thank you for your visit.

Monday, January 25, 2016

Three Muses - Door

MIXED MESSAGES!  Surely this door has a story to tell.  Once it's sign welcomed all visitors; now they're warned to keep out.  What happened between welcome and warning?  Who was the last to lift the knocker now rusted and forlorn?  Old houses, old doors, old windows always fascinate me.  They leave me wondering what stories they could tell of the lives they shuttered; what hopes, fears, laughter, and tears.   To me they're like the cliff dwellings of the ancients, holding their secrets forever, while new generations live out their stories behind new doors and windows in the relentless march of time.   Thanks for taking time to share my fascination.