Dugite - a living shadow.
“Pussy cat, pussy cat
Where have you been?”
“I’ve been to London
To visit the Queen.”
“Pussy cat, pussy cat
What did you there?”
“I frightened a little mouse
Under her chair.”
(Even when writing about my cats, I manage to get something about London in there. Obsessed. I tells ya.)
Twilight in July
Her eyes the glow-worm lend thee,
The shooting stars attend thee;
And the elves also,
Whose little eyes glow
Like the sparks of fire, befriend thee.
No Will-o’-the-Wisp mislight thee,
Nor snake or slow-worm bite thee;
but on, on thy way,
Not making a stay,
Since ghost there’s not to affright thee.
Let not the dark thee cumber;
What though the moon does slumber?
The stars of the night
Will lend thee their light,
Like tapers clear, without number…
– Robert Herrick
The Regent’s Park, London, 2006
“More than once did Elizabeth, in her ramble within the park, unexpectedly meet Mr. Darcy. She felt all the perverseness of the mischance that should bring him where no one else was brought, and, to prevent its ever happening again, took care to inform him at first that it was a favourite haunt of hers. How it could occur a second time, therefore, was very odd! Yet it did, and even a third. It seemed like wilful ill-nature, or a voluntary penance, for on these occasions it was not merely a few formal inquiries and an awkward pause and then away, but he actually thought it necessary to turn back and walk with her.” — Pride & Prejudice, chapter 33.
I’ve got to get back to the UK. I enjoyed myself so much there – and Scotland too for that matter.
More info on The Regent’s Park here.
Grasses at the estuary, Port Lonsdale.
On the 29th of this month, it will be the first anniversary of the wedding of the manbeast and I. It’s been an interesting year. Foregoing the honeymoon, we opted to use the rest of the cash left over from the wedding to put towards a new house. With a little help from Mrs E (my mum), we were able to purchase the wonderful castle we now live in. We’re still getting used to its quirks but it’s home. It’s ours. And the bank’s.
Full list of stock credits can be found on my deviantART page.
Another for my Dragon Worlds series. Been working on this one for a while. Still not entirely happy with it. I think it’s because it’s in portrait orientation rather than landscape. It’s not quite as epic as I was hoping it to look and I think the lack of background is the reason why. Feel free to leave your opinions. I really can’t fix this without starting from scratch and that’s something I’m not really inclined to do unless I’m particularly inspired to revisit Photoshop and battle the dragons again.
Full stock credits can be found on my deviantART page.
The Washer of the Ford
There is a lonely stream afar in a lone dim land:
It hath white dust for shire it has, white bones bestrew the strand:
The only thing that liveth there is a naked leaping sword;
But I, who are a seer am, have seen the whirling hand
Of the Washer of the Ford. » Continue Reading…
