Crows Nest Vintage

Second missive My silver Ying dog slips his bejeweled collar, tugs free of leash Romps ever bound tumultuously over rough-hewn fence Happenstance that mongrel is fleeing after golden tawny Yang cat, Alas, this balance, of my earth, has it tipped upon its very axis? How can a fool such as I have been balance destinies scales? Rustling plumage, a flurry of breezes has beneath ebony wing tips bestowed a sudden magic. Alas, as hemp wrought bracelet slips from my delicate wrist, destiny circlet, how destiny entwined its soft folds, the etching and ebbing of life's tell tale patterns, mysteries untold, In time, patterns in time, woven loosely, tightly, they define, a manifest moment in time, Gargled, caw, caw, noises rocks a trees foliage laden branches, low to the sacred ground, Brother crow, guffaws his laughter, mingled with mine. In his feathered throat he brews a cacophony of earth's news A Stream beckons, it's ripples timeless, immortal are these tempestuous thoughts, in the air soft Grey wings, Egret tests her velvety primaries, secondary's and Tertiary's, Soft silky feathers Test again the air, then ignites a reflection of suns rays upon a silken rose petals leaves faire, and stays subtle as the day as she gathers her taffeta petticoats of prairie grasses in from a swift rain.., At eve'nin' time, moon beams now settle in for an encounter, Brush, touch a whisper, to my tear stained face, then a fleeing glimpse of the forest tapestry Frightened in the still soft night, a forest babe alights, from it's haven in the brush's soft light, Wind chimes, a sensuous symphony delights.., Cool sapphire waters, the taste, how it lingers in my soul, Springtime's moisture, spoken words, now mere echoes, memories of old, Leaves form a cradle, fall leaves form a chickadees bed, Falling softly in forest's slumber, somber brown, and red; Hush; sleep, my cubling, downy dreams of days gone, fragile images fail, awaken at Twilight, softly nightingale she calls, alighted upon a weathered fence rail, Haunting, beckons her song, how sweet though tragic it's tale Such Tales she trills from her feathered throat, tales of Geisha girl pale, and Warrior gone, on wind's Song, The tears of a Dragon slip slowly down his turquoise scales. an excerpt from night reading unrivaled, A flourish of the feather plumed hat Adeau

"WarLord" Comic Character Study, Fan ARt First illustration

Wolf, Wildlife study illustration for a publication

Pat Hart is a wonderful lady and Native American in ancestry and one of my tutors. Chris Hart is not related, I think it may be that the names are spelled so similar.

This is the service I have photobucket.com Remember that images must be jpeg format, they store and load better. Jpeg is a compressed type of file, it is a little more squashed too allow for storage and posting

gun looks a lil along the line of a thompson http://www.fmft.net/archives/002190.html

I asked my instructor about Renaissance clothing how to illustrate such items

Here is a photo of the bodice that should be a much wiser attire choice,

"Captains Courageous" always makes me cry with actor Spencer Tracy it was one of his best roles "The Black Swan" with Actor Laird Cregar who played Henry Morgan, some of the romantic stuff with actress Maureen O'sullivan is great she is a saucy woman, but I like Laird Cregar I really love Errol FLynn some info from a web site.. "Sea Hawk" Captain Blood, a novel about piracy by Rafael Sabatini, features a character, Peter Blood, whose adventures are reportedly based on the piratical exploits of Henry Morgan. In 1935, the novel was made into a movie starring Errol Flynn -- and features several Captain Blood movie sequels. swashbuckle.gif