The Land of Melting Shadows: Debra She Who Seeks

The Land of Melting Shadows

There once was a land, no further away than your imagination. A Land where the Trees’ whispers can be heard on the wind. And the squirrels chitter and chatter as they scamper to and fro amongst the branches - playing their endless game of tag.

A Land where the Brooks babble endlessly amid fern covered banks. Fish and Tadpoles play a game of Leapfrog in the clear, cool water and Turtles sunbathe nearby.

A Land where the tall Grasses sway in the breeze as if dancing to a distant tune. Wild flowers wave their petals at the busy Bees who fly by; Beckoning to them. Enticing them.

A Land where the Deer graze peacefully in the lush, green valleys. A Land where the Birds and the Faeries gather in the bushes of an evening to share the day's gossip. And the Frog serenade, with Cricket accompaniment, continues well into the night.

A Land where the morning sun melts the night into the shadows of the day. And at sunset the shadows melt into night. But there are times when the shadows melt into things best left to one’s imagination.

A Land of Melting Shadows.

Tuesday, December 5, 2017

'Tis the Season... pt.1

For advertising...

A recent blog post by Debra She Who Seeks, got me thinking about advertising. And Billboards. And old timey advertising.

Before billboards became prevalent, painting an advertisement on the side of a building for a product or business was a common practice. My little town of Cripple Creek has a number of such murals. While most are of newer origins, there are a few that could pass for something originating in the late 1890's or early 1900's. Be sure to click on the individual pictures to read some of the advertising. It's a hoot!

I'll have more murals - mostly modern - tomorrow.