Layout I created in the spirit of Maggie Taylor. It came so easily and it is so very me and persons who know me well will agree. Credits: Holliewood Studios Beasts of Burden, Mr Whiskers Steampunk, Hidden Vintage Studios Red Headed Stepchildren, Christina Renee Glass Negatives
See it here at Pinterest

Tuesday, September 29, 2015

Three Dog Night

Three Muses Challenge - Music

Credits: Stock photos, Deviant Art sisterslaughter 165, kevron2, gd08, 
keriyoo textures, personal stash overlays

My creative side is still on strike and had the darndest time using "music" to inspire me. Well, the best i could do was a band's name, Three Dog Night, from the late 60's-70's.  And yes, those are dog bone trees in my layout :) .  Anyway, the band was not my favorite but they were popular and had a few hit singles. I had some fun doing it and i think that's the point, and i was not going to give up!  Here's are a few hits from the band. Think I like the 2nd one's kind fun :) : 

One is the Lonliest Number

Mama Told Me Not to Come

Just an Old Fashioned Love Song

As always, thanx for stopping by :)


Sunday, September 27, 2015

Moonlight Escape 

Take a Word Challenge - Moonlight

Credits: Overlays: Foxey Squirrel, Flypaper Antiques, Deviant Art Alegion, 
redheadstock lighbeams, sophiefzy, memento by Faestock

Voyages V - Poem by Harold Hart Crane

Meticulous, past midnight in clear rime, 
Infrangible and lonely, smooth as though cast 
Together in one merciless white blade- 
The bay estuaries fleck the hard sky limits. 

-As if too brittle or too clear to touch! 
The cables of our sleep so swiftly filed, 
Already hang, shred ends from remembered stars. 
One frozen trackless smile . . . What words 
Can strangle this deaf moonlight? For we 

Are overtaken. Now no cry, no sword 
Can fasten or deflect this tidal wedge, 
Slow tyranny of moonlight, moonlight loved 
And changed . 'There's 

Nothing like this in the world,' you say, 
is Knowing I cannot touch your hand and look 
Too, into that godless cleft of sky 
Where nothing turns but dead sands flashing. 

'-And never to quite understand!' No, 
In all the argosy of your bright hair I dreamed 
Nothing so flagless as this piracy. 

But now 
Draw in your head, alone and too tall here. 
Your eyes already in the slant of drifting foam; 
Your breath sealed by the ghosts I do not know: 
Draw in your head and sleep the long way home. 

As always, thanx for stopping by :)