IMG_8773-Landing-Light-800
by sfalice

Comment:
Really nice. I can see this on the cover of a novel. The orange and vivid read are killer together. WELCOME!!

Suits
by cgino

Comment:
Head in the clouds! This is just awesome. Isn't it amazing you can take something that's pure sh$* and turn it into something wonderful? Nice!!!!

Stormy Skies
by Kelli

Comment:
In a way, yours and my terrarium are similar. I've always loved that triptych film. This really works. I like the bird opposed to the tree with the diagonal line that connects them invisibly. YAY Welcome to the fun month!

Ambiguous
by jomari

Comment:
Oh you know I love this. The darker the better. A subtle hint of light lets us see what is mostly a mystery behind the screen. Welcome to a fun month.

00160
by pixelpig

Comment:
A magic garden!!! YAY welcome to a month of fun.

IMG_1122
by ScooterMcNutty

Comment:
This makes me think of someone with their Brownie - they just snapped this and saved it for later. Welcome. Nice to share another SC with you!!

Me'Shell
by cgino

Comment:
Of course the Paul McCartney song will be in my head all day.

Michelle ma belle,
Sont les Mots qui vont tres bien ensemble

our comrade has fallen
by daisydavid

Comment:
AWWW the sadness of a death of anything. Love the way you put him in the center. For one last time. :(

by whiteroom

Comment:
YAY I'm so excited to share a month with you again. As I said on flickr - this is truly too wonderful.

Your new name reminds me of that song by Cream

In the white room with black curtains near the station.
Black-roof country, no gold pavements, tired starlings.
Silver horses run down moonbeams in your dark eyes.
Dawn-light smiles on you leaving, my contentment.
I'll wait in this place where the sun never shines;
Wait in this place where the shadows run from themselves.
You said no strings could secure you at the station.
Platform ticket, restless diesels, goodbye windows.
I walked into such a sad time at the station.
As I walked out, felt my own need just beginning.
I'll wait in the queue when the trains come back;
Lie with you where the shadows run from themselves.
At the party she was kindness in the hard crowd.
Consolation for the old wound now forgotten.
Yellow tigers crouched in jungles in her dark eyes.
She's just dressing, goodbye windows, tired starlings.
I'll sleep in this place with the lonely crowd;
Lie in the dark where the shadows run from themselves.

Father and Son Seperated
by Stagolee

Comment:
nothing less
than father and son
connected forever
yet two as one

no quarrels or words
can even be bothered
for we all know
blood's thicker than water

Way to start the month (early) Great combination to make me think of the importance of family.