It is written in the stars tonight.
A battle begins to ignite.
Passions burning bright.
Now alight.
War
Brave ones gather, swords ready to fight.
Songs and drumbeats to excite.
Passions burning bright.
Now alight.
Roar.
Victorious, we take back the night
Souls of our fallen take flight.
Passions burning bright.
Now alight.
Soar.
Remember, remember the Fifth of November,
The Gunpowder Treason and Plot,
I know of no reason
Why the Gunpowder Treason
Should ever be forgot.
Guy Fawkes, Guy Fawkes, 'twas his intent
To blow up the King and Parli'ment.
Three-score barrels of powder below
To prove old England's overthrow;
By God's providence [or By God's mercy] he was catch'd
With a dark lantern and burning match.
Hulloa boys, Hulloa boys, let the bells ring.
Hulloa boys, hulloa boys, God save the King!
A penny loaf to feed the Pope.
A farthing o' cheese to choke him.
A pint of beer to rinse it down.
A faggot of sticks to burn him.
Burn him in a tub of tar.
Most all pictures are taken by me, are untouched by a computer editing program, and have a Creative Commons License. You are more than welcome to use my work to create your own, that's actually my favorite part of ! I LOVE it when people use my stock for their art!!! It's like a gift when someone links me to their art when they've used my stock. Clicking it is likcing unwrapping a fabulous surprise!
PLEASE NOTE I do not communicate on through notes. I only communicate through open forums and wall/picture comments.
Favourite Visual Artist
Leonid Afremov
Favourite Movies
Undercover Blues, Lethal Weapon series
Favourite TV Shows
Doctor Who! Orphan Black, Eureka, Haven, Psych, Warehouse 13,
Favourite Books
"Night Huntress" series by Jeaniene Frost and Karen Marie Moning's "Fever" Series
I've had this image in head of a sweet little girl sitting next to a well. Her back rests against the wall of the well, the damp earth chilling the skin of her legs. She's school aged, blond. She's swiftly writing in a notebook of some kind. Occasionally she'll stop long enough to ball up the paper she wrote on, tossing it into the well behind her.
It's spring, blue skies mottled with fluffy white clouds. Blossoms are blooming everywhere. The scent of lilacs and wisteria wrestle in the breeze with river water and grass. A warming image of fresh serenity, and innocence.
Her big brother approaches the well. Joyfully he greets her, "Hey S
Taking stock photos will have to wait until our youngest is a few years older. She's a joy and a handful, and has no patience for photography, unless, of course, I'm taking pictures of her.
So, I've had to adapt and have recently started playing around with PicsArt (like Photoshop, but for your phone, and so easy my 3 year creates art with it too!)
I've had a lot of fun playing with the stickers there and creating "I Spy" games (with and without I Spy poems), as well as ridiculous art. At one point I created a deviantArt account specially for PicsArt creations. I wanted to keep this account for mostly stock.
Alas, I'm too flighty to kee