Fiction: THE DRYAD'S GAZE: PART II

Part II to the fun little story I'm writing!

Fiction: THE DRYAD'S GAZE: PART I

So, I felt writerish, sat down on my bed, and pumped this out without thinking about it! Hopefully it turns into something good!

Blogs: COME ON, PETE

I dreamt about retrieving a lost ball in the woods which lead to a game of football and something else I couldn't remember.   Take care and remember: whatever you've lost is in the last place you look!

Avatars: FORKS

i used to live there to tell you the truth i loved it there! lived there for like 3 years when i lived in washington for like 9 it was between the ages of 6-9 for me i think.

Illustrations: DEER 1

From a series of deer themed illustrations I've been doing recently. Watercolor & acrylic ink, 2.75"x2.75".

Illustrations: INTO THE WOODS I GO (WATERCOLOR)

I saw this picture somewhere and decided to paint it in watercolor. I think it's pretty...

Illustrations: FOREST OF HARMONY

This was inspired by a dream I had a couple of days ago.

Photos: CRAZY APARTMENTS

it was designed by some famous artist, forgot which city, somewhere near germany or at least in that general direction.

Photos: STATUE

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Photos: HISTORY

some building in Vienna next to the butterfly house. It had duck-print toilet paper and that's all I remember

Photos: LOST PART 3

I think this was in the Czech Republik...now wait, I think it was by the Danube. I really don't remember. I don't really even know what it is, but is was pretty.

Photos: BLACK AND LIGHT

I just liked how brightly the lights glowed

Photos: A PORTRAIT OF HUMAN HORROR

Welcome to Auschwitz Mike Subritzky NEW ZEALAND "Welcome to Auschwitz." The survivor said. A paradox really, he's a Christian and his name is Stanislaus. I step down from the bus and blink into the kaleidoscope of a dappled morning sunlight. Nothing has changed! It is all still there! Just like the photographs taken by the Home Army. No bodies, but the awful presence of death, enormous death, 10 kilometres of death. Auschwitz 1 - A Slave Labour Camp. Auschwitz 2 - A Death ...

Photos: SO DIFFERENT

What I Don't Know by Ruth Dykstra 1999 What you don't know can't hurt, they say. I disagree. Did they know? How awful, how hateful? The ghettos, the camps, the chamber, the stars? That made you feel, so different, so sad. As if, you weren't human, anymore. The lives taken, those spared, Will be changed forever. Those that saw and then, saw no more, Those that saw again and again. Those forced to leave, Those forced to stay, Those forced to be somewhere in the midd...

Photos: THE FENCE

Holocaust by Sudeep Pagedar - Selected Poems How do you explain that term to a ten- year old boy who, one day, hears it mentioned by some relatives? And even if you do manage to make him understand what it actually does mean, do you also tell him that because he is A GERMAN JEW, perhaps, some day, he might be included in it...? Or should he just not be told, so that he remains calm and doesn't lose sleep over it? But what is sleep, in front of deat...

Photos: WILLKOMMEN

Untold Lies by Brittany Knoll 1999 The train has come to a stop. I smile. My throat is very dry. Oh, how long the trip had been! When will they give us our water? I stepped off the train. A mist encircled my body. The mist told me of many things to come. What was to happen next? I stood before the officer. His blue eyes flashed with a fierce will. He told me to go to the left. Is this the right direction? The mist came back. It let me see, hear, and feel the pain of oth...

Photos: AUSCHWITZ

Frozen Jews Avrom Sutzkever July 10, 1944 Have you seen, in fields of snow, frozen Jews, row on row? Blue marble forms lying, not breathing, not dying. Somewhere a flicker of a frozen soul - glint of fish in an icy swell. All brood. Speech and silence are one. Night snow encases the sun. A smile glows immobile from a rose lip's chill. Baby and mother, side by side. Odd that her nipple's dried. Fist, fixed in ice, of a naked old man: the power's undone in his hand. I've sampled d...

Photos: IF TREES COULD SPEAK

"REMEMBRANCE" By Tawnysha Lynch Here I stand in the midst of Auschwitz My mind racing with memories. Silent people walk Where living skeletons worked. There is a silence, But I hear the cries of my people. A slight breeze passes, But I feel the beating of a whip. My hands sift through what seems like ashes And I glimpse a sea of bodies aflame. There is an open field, But I see innocent people beaten. A lone building stands in the distance, But I see a place of death. ...

Photos: STREET PERFORMER

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Photos: DON'T THEY HAVE FUNNY DISEASES?

A father in Poland teaching his daughter to feed piegeons

Photos: YANKEE DOODLE

stuck a feaher in his cap

Photos: LOST

i love how the streets in Europe narrow into nothing and the buildings go on for blocks

Photos: CLOUDS

I'm pretty sure this is either Prague or Budaphest

Photos: C

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Photos: B

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