Week 15 of 52 - Broken Strings

-Alone in the darkness a puppet awakens to its strings, broken.

"Don't become a puppet to other peoples desires, live your life as you intend it to be.”
-Steven Redhead, The Solution 

It was hard doing this one, it was hot, and my hair was driving me mad, and I couldn't find the right place to capture it. But, I chose this one, why? I don't know.

Week 14 of 52 - Waiting for the Train.

I really do not think this one worked out well at all.

I was in a rush and didn't really plan it well. . .

Anyways, I'll try make next week's better!

Week 13 of 52 - Sailor Girl

I must go down to the sea again, to the lonely sea and the sky.  And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by.  

 -John Masefield

 “Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.”  -Mark Twain

Nautical.  

Dad's sailor hat.

  School has come way too soon! :(

Week 12 of 52 - Pre -Raphaelite

“He feeds upon her face by day and night,
And she with true kind eyes looks back on him,
Fair as the moon and joyful as the light:
Not wan with waiting, not with sorrow dim;
Not as she is, but was when hope shone bright;
Not as she is, but as she fills his dream.”
-Christina Rossetti 

This one was quite fun doing, even though I had to move most of the furniture out of the lounge.

 Edes (My sister) helped me arrange everything. I've been inspired by Pre-Raphaelites thanks to my father, who gave me a book about them for Christmas.

But I've always loved Pre-Raphaelite pictures, I'm so glad I could do something about them.

Week 11 of 52 - The Dancer

The Dancer

Class is over, the teacher

and the pianist gone,

but one dancer

in a pale blue

leotard stays

to practice alone without music,

turning grand jetes

through the haze of late afternoon.

Her eyes are focused

on the balancing point

no one else sees

as she spins in this quiet

made of mirrors and light—

a blue rose on a nail—

then stops and lifts

her arms in an oval pause

and leans out

a little more, a little more,

there, in slow motion

upon the air.

- David Tucker

 I know, I've left this picture for the last minute, it been a crazy week.

Merry 2013!