Tuesday, March 22, 2005

Doubtless




Who can doubt God's hand in this?

Alone



Argh. It's not as dark as I thought it was... oh well... maybe I'll edit it again some day. Anyhow, this is another old photo which I've just aplied to one of my short stories written while with Katherine. It's based lightly off the song, Johnny and Molly, that some woman sings on Across the Sea, one of my Celtic CDs.

Full Piece:
Alone

With a sigh she gazed out the window at the dark, starless night.

It was a year to the day since she had seen him. He had gone to a war that ended weeks again, and still there was no news. It was easy for her to think of the millions of possible reasons for his silence, it made her wish to ride out and find him. No matter if she be searching the rest of her life.

When she boarded the ship to say her farewells, he had smiled over her petty worry. She had vowed that, if he would allow her, she would follow him. Even in the deadly storms at the Cape, she would be there, she would not abandon him. He laughed. Ever since they were little, that was all he did. Laugh.

But the laugh had become music to her over their last months together. After she realized what was happening, she had hid it for fear he would discover and tease her about it. Love was never something they had desired of each other. As children, they had each done horrid things to the other. He shoved her in a lake, she threw rotten apples. He ties her to a tree and scared her to death about monsters coming to feed on her, she put nails in his seat and tore apart his notebooks.

It was not until their teens that they had called a truce and given up. Time passed, and slowly they could call each other friends. She had not wanted anything more. Not until she saw him on that ship, ready to sail into the pirates’ uncharted seas.

He had seen her _expression, and suddenly he was not the boy she had loved but a man. The memories thereafter for the next hour she could not think about, their warmth and joy was so much. But she remembered laying her cheek on his shoulder. She remembered him promising himself, should he return.

If he died she did not know what she would do. She had concluded to never marry, but her mother and other women in her life were not satisfied with that. They said she was foolish and constantly were trying to match-make her with other young men. It was her great pleasure to ignore or insult the men when they brought up romance. Of hearts she had only one, and that was already taken.

Looking up at the black expanse of nothingness, she wondered if he was looking too. If only she could know he lived. Then she could take heart and comfort. But there had been no letters, nothing, for the past six weeks. He surely was gone.

Quietly she pulled away from the window seat. No more fooling herself. If he was alive he would have contacted her. He knew how badly she would worry. He was gone.

Home




This is an older picture I didn't do anything to for a while because the origanal copy was very dark. I just recently figured out how to fix it. :) Anyway, hope you enjoy. (I love the eyes on this one.) I'll get a set of these up on Scholar's Stock soon.

Going Home lyrics:

Going Home
by Mary Fahl


They say there's a place
where dreams have all gone
They never said where
but I think I know
It's miles through the night
just over the dawn
on the road that will take me home

I know in my bones
I've been here before
The ground feels the same
though the land's been torn
I've a long way to go
The stars tell me so
on this road that will take me home

Love waits for me 'round the bend
Leads me endlessly on
Surely sorrows shall find their end
and all our troubles will be gone
And I'll know what I've lost
and all that I've won
when the road finally takes me home

And when I pass by
don't lead me astray
Don't try to stop me
Don't stand in my way
I'm bound for the hills
where cool waters flow
on this road that will take me home

Love waits for me 'round the bend
Leads me endlessly on
Surely sorrows shall find their end
and all our troubles will be gone
And we'll know what we've lost
and all that we've won
when the road finally takes me home

I'm going home
I'm going home
I'm going home

Me Happy




Some people were complaining about me looking sad in the last picture. ;) Here's a happier one.

Tuesday, March 08, 2005

Peace



I know you've seen the background picture before, but again this was for school, and I couldn't think of any other picture I'd like to use sooo.... Anyway. This is based on yet another poem.

Peace
Langston Hughes

We passed their graves:
The dead men there,
Winners or losers,
Did not care.

In the dark
They could not see
Who had gained
The victory.

Monday, March 07, 2005

Independent.




I can do it myself...

Grief




This poem reminded me of Mair.

Grief
~Langston Hughes~

Eyes
That are frozen
From not crying.

Heart
That knows
No way of dying.

Me




An updated picture of me. At a friend's party, we had photo shoots. This is the picture I like the most. Did some editting to it. :)

Friday, March 04, 2005

Dusk




Made this for a school progect. Based off the following poem:

Dusk
Langston Hughes

Wandering in the dusk,
Sometimes
You get lost in the dusk—
And sometimes not.

Beating your fists
Against the wall,
You break your bones
Against the wall—
But sometimes not.

Walls have been known
To fall,
Dusk turn to dawn,
And chains be gone!

Thursday, March 03, 2005

Hurt




For full size, click the picture.

This is Kyra as "the lord," from Evil Twin of Lizard Tongue. I touched on this on my blog. Well, in Abigail's notes, one theme she had was the lord cutting "its" hand. I have been wanting to do something like this a while, and today finally got to it. Yeahness!

Credits:
~flying-dolphin-stock
sxc

Full song:
Hurt
Johnny Cash
I hurt myself today
To see if I still feel
I focus on the pain
The only thing thats real
The needle tears a hole
The old familiar sting
Try to kill it all away
But I remember everything

(Chorus)
What have I become
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know
Goes away in the end
And you could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt

I wear this crown of thorns
Upon my liars chair
Full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
Beneath the stains of time
The feelings dissapear
You are someone else
I am still right here

What have I become
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know
Goes away in the end
And you could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt

If I could start again
A million miles away
I will keep myself
I would find a way