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

Tuesday, 10 September 2013

Tuesday..The blue house

Hello everyone. The car for today is a stamped image. The stamps are from a collection by Glenda at Chocolate Baroque. The stamps stamp a lovely clear image and are a joy to use. I have stamped using distress ink. Then I have pulled the colour out using a waterbrush. And then of course I had to add a little bit of glitter. I'm off now to a lesson in photography so I hope that my photos will improve over the next few weeks. As I've said before blogging is still very new to me and it has been an adventure which I have been loving. I find that you always want to improve the way that you are doing things and hopefully I will. So happy crafting...I'm off now to learn more about my camera!

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