"That whispering, suffocating, invisible virus that corrupted our world, stealing the weak and the frail and the old. Borne of air and transported by the fools and the selfish through every breath. We stand firm to suffer your bitter sting 'cause no matter how many or how long the battles rage you cannot win the … Continue reading Ode to Battles lost
I haven't posted much photography lately, what with the weather being so cold and damp. Instead i have been brushing up on my Affinity photo skills, producing a series of digital montages and fantasy pictures. For a change i thought i would show you a before and after. The sunset was captured a few days … Continue reading Mordor….Before and after
This is the latest of my photo compilations, called "The Winter Warrior". Alone and aloof through millennia the Winter Warrior has kept safe the souls of the weak. Through tempest and foul storm, blinding darkness and bitter cold she mourns her liege, her protector, her teacher, her love. She fears no beast or man. No … Continue reading The Winter Warrior
The voice so sweet offering promises of untold pleasure for eternity. The desire to follow the siren's song, to rest in peace under God's violent waves. The bells are tolling, the voices are calling, the seventh wave approaching............ How sweet the siren's song, how temping her call.
She waits, under the glow of every full moon. lillies long since useful. Waiting. The desire for her long dead lover suffocating every last breath within. Through seasons changes and ages past she still returns. Always under the full moon. Always at midnight. Only to fade as smoke into the cold darkness. A whisper on … Continue reading The Midnight Mourner
