Coming down out of the freezing sky with its depths of light, like an angel, or a Buddha with wings, it was beautiful, and accurate, striking the snow and whatever was there with a force that left the imprint of the tips of its wings — five feet apart — and the grabbing thrust of its feet, and the indentation of what had been running through the white valleys of the snow — and then it rose, gracefully, and flew back to the frozen marshes to lurk there, like a little lighthouse, in the blue shadows — so I thought: maybe death isn’t darkness, after all, but so much light wrapping itself around us — as soft as feathers — that we are instantly weary of looking, and looking, and shut our eyes, not without amazement, and let ourselves be carried, as through the translucence of mica, to the river that is without the least dapple or shadow, that is nothing but light — scalding, aortal light — in which we are washed and washed out of our bones. Author

Sunday, 28 July 2013

A time to begin

It's often the case that you have a bright idea and life takes over. I intended to start this blog into my crafting journey at the New year and it never happened. Well now I have had a long chat with myself and intend to blog my creations and share them.
The card above is made using the Joanna Sheen/ Jane Netley Mayhew cdrom. I loved this image and wanted to make more of the image. I stamped the background card and coloured with H2os. I tried to copy the flowers on the image itself and made grasses using card I had painted myself. The rocks were first painted and then had flowersoft added to give the look of moss. The kingfisher image I decoupaged to give shape.


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