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

Saturday, 20 August 2016

SLS Lines.....Skulls for Summer

Today's makes are design team makes for the wonderful SLS Lines. These skulls are my inspiration post, which is over on the SLS Lines post. The top skull has been coloured with my promarkers and now forms part of my new cottage sign. The skull below has been papercut and then placed onto a coloured background. I can admit to have a bit of a thing for the whole collection of candy skulls that are available from SLS.

The weather is quite wild here in the mountains today. And you know what that means...I have a parlour full of cats complaining on the The wind is raging and the rain is on and off. It's not raining at the moment and as I glance out of the window, I can see just how green the mountains are.

It's just a short post today because I will be back later with another post for SLS. A new challenge has just begun so I want to share my design team make for that. So I'm off for a coffee and then I'll be back with some more makes. So until then..take care and happy crafting.
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