Monday, August 31, 2015

Section VII, chapter 6; First Line:

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The canopy of trees along Hunger Road are turning gold in the late-summer light.

A benevolent ghost may protect you when it can. If you're lucky, when it can't, it'll send someone else to help.



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Y'all, I need a favor. Fast.

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I'm in a bind.

I'm on an ad deadline (that would be today, natch), and I'm at the point where I'm smacked in the face with the realization that I simply do not have the skills with the limited graphics software I have to make this work. If you have the ability to turn my Pixelmator draft into camera-ready copy per pub guidelines, would you be willing to do us a huge favor and fix this for us?  I'll owe you. Trade for editing, for a photo, etc., etc., or pay you your hourly rate as soon as I can?

Thanks.



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Monday Photo Meditation: On the Last Winds of Summer

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Now posted at The NDN Silver Blog, it's a photo meditation for the last day of August, and for the end of the season. Today, we bring you three spirits who ride the last winds of Summer, brilliant, beautiful, colorful messengers of love and life and hope.

The post is here. Wings's main page is here. All three photos are available for purchase in any of the usual three formats; simply inquire via the Contact form (use that for other communications right now, as well). And, as always, shares of the site links are much needed and much appreciated.



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Sunday, August 30, 2015

Section VII, Chapter 5; First Line:

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The storm has ushered in the first breath of fall, a sharp edge on the air before the return of Indian Summer.

Ghosts don't always make their intentions clear. Occasionally, however, they can confirm that you're on the right track.



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Uniting Souls and Sustaining Spirits

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Now posted at The NDN Silver Blog, it is, as promised, our follow-up to yesterday's four new collectible works. Today's entry consists of four brand new pieces, the first two of which (as they appear in the post) Wings completed only today. These are brand new entries in a signature series of pottery miniatures that he allowed, for considerations of time and the press of other commissions, to lapse long ago, and these rise to a whole new level, even for him.

The post is here. Wings's main page is here. As always, shares of the site links are much needed and much appreciated.



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Saturday, August 29, 2015

Giniw

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You can't tell from the distance (and that's at virtually full zoom, which gives you and indication of how high it was circling), but that's Giniw.

Golden Eagle. Also, War Eagle.

We haven't had one here, in sight, over our land, since the day after my father walked on more than eight years ago. He showed up yesterday, twice, circling overhead, playing on the currents, seeming almost to stop and hover in mid-air to let me get a shot off, except that the sunlight was far too bright to see him, even with the viewfinder.

My father was not named for him, and I have no reason to think that it bears any relationship to him; quite the opposite, in fact. But my other ancestors, those of whom I write lately . . . ? I know that Marsh comes to visit; he always seems to appear on the days when my spirit is at its lowest, which leads me to think that I am interpreting the man correctly. He was feared and fearsome, but not especially loved, and I always wanted to understand what made him appear that way. Maybe I do. I do know, now, that he came to once, long ago, although I didn't recognize him at the time.

Giniw. Perhaps Marsh's own father? Someone older yet? I don't know. I do know that he returned today with a companion, circling and swooping and diving over the trees and the water across the highway. Today's shots were less clear yet, but I caught, if not spectacularly well, two of them together.

I have long since been forced to accept that my relationship to my past, our past, will always necessarily be truncated, attenuated. Circumstances of times long past saw to that, and thoroughly so. But maybe, in this family of wingéd ones, the spirits of the ancestors are crossing the interstices, the spaces between the worlds, coming to brush me with their wings — to touch my soul, just for a moment, and let me know that, however solitary, however far removed in time and place and space I am from their embrace, I am not alone.



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Spoons Full of Spirit

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Now posted at The NDN Silver Blog, it's a collection of four brand new works by Wings. As promised, these are all items from our Collectibles Gallery; the first three are shown above, but the fourth makes an appearance near the end of the post. These are extraordinary, in both design and execution, and the one not shown here is special for unique reasons.

The post is here. Wings's main page is here. Tomorrow, we'll have four more new works for you, also collectibles, but think miniatures in the form of pottery, rather than utensils. Shares of the site links are, of course, much needed and much appreciated. As always these days, Contact form for inquiries/communications.






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Section VII, Chapter 4; First Line:

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The riotous weather continues apace outside the window, but in her dreams, the whole world is white.

Ghosts can guide you through history by way of dreams. Sometimes, they're all that gets you through the horror.



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Friday, August 28, 2015

Section VII, Chapter 3; First Line:

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Raindrops create tiny ripples within each wave driven forward by the wind.

Sometimes you need a break from the past. Sometimes, it's the ghosts who give you the strength to keep going.



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Raven's Long Hard Road

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This is Raven. He's a Pueblo dog, a rescue, one abandoned as a puppy, left to die. That's not all. Besides being denied water and food, left to starve, he (and She-Wolf also) was beaten, kicked, threatened with flaming torches and with gunshots.

To say that he's walking case of canine PTSD is an understatement.

Also like She-Wolf, he found us at the old gallery more than seven years ago. It took some coaxing to get him to come inside, but eventually he did, and promptly lay down in front of the fire. We were each sharing our lunches with him on the sly on our respective days staffing it, each of us afraid to tell the other that we'd been adopted by another dog. That entire winter, Raven was my guard and guide, my escort every time I locked up to run up to the public restrooms, my protector from anything he thought a potential threat. He barely survived the winter; he couldn't even defecate, because there was nothing in his system. We have no idea how long he'd been without food and water before finding us; even then, the one meal a day he got was metabolized almost instantly. It's still hard to believe that he's with us today.

We tried to bring him home, of course, but whereas She-Wolf came home with us willingly the day before Thanksgiving in 2008, Raven was more skittish. It took three more months to get him here, Wings driving the pick-up and me holding him in a death grip in the bed in the back, the cold February winds turning my entire body numb while I fought to keep him from leaping over the side.

It was a challenge to integrate him fully with the other dogs, but he recognized She-Wolf as a cousin, and that was everyone's saving grace. To say that he has thrived here would also be a masterpiece of understatement — he is now a happy, healthy eight-year-old dog whose days are notable mostly for joy — but our canine relations are like us in another way: There are some scars that don't heal.

Raven barely survived his first year of life, menaced not only by starvation but by attacks from other dogs and from humans, too. He survived by a combination of wits and strength and an eventual willingness to take the fight to the enemy, which kept him alive but makes for problems down the road. Like a lot of rescues I've worked with, Raven suffers from fear aggression and displaced aggression, and he requires attention and work to keep it all under control.

When he's in pain, all of his training goes out the window.

That's not at all surprising, nor is it some kind of canine character defect. It's what happens when a being who has no human way to make its situation known, nor to ask for assistance, nor to engage in verbal diplomacy has pain inflicted upon it: The reaction is swift, and utterly instinctive.

So when he yelped last night when Wings rubbed his side, we knew there was something very wrong. He'd been licking at the hollow in his left hip joint, but they've all been doing that; they're still shedding, even as their new winter coats are about to come, and for all three, that is a spot where their undercoats are both especially heavy and hold on to the bitter end before releasing.

He wouldn't let us near enough to check, and we knew better than to force the issue then. Later, when he was relaxed and not thinking about it, I shone a flashlight from above, and saw the gaping open wound. Later on, we established just how large it was.

It's a wire cut, several inches long and about half that size in width. If you've never seen what happens with a barbed-wire cut, it's the equivalent of flaying: The wire catches the flesh like a razor blade, digs in, and as the animal pulls free, it peels back the skin. It's ugly, and it's incredibly painful.

We've dealt with these before with both the dogs and the horses — worse ones, believe it or not. A few weeks of snake medicine (of which we are down nearly to dust) and wrapping, and it'll heal with no infection, no scarring, and eventual healthy regrowth of his coat. But the process of getting from here to there is long and difficult.

It took us damn near an hour to get him patched up today, Wings doing the patching and bandaging, me holding his collar and body and muzzled jaw in a death grip. Because with a dog like Raven who operates, when feeling threatened at such an atavistic level, if you don't take these precautions, you're going to get bitten. And it won't be the dog's fault; he's protecting himself, and he's scared to death and his body's howling with pain. He would never hurt us intentionally, but his conscious mind is not what controls at times like these.

At any, rate after an hour or so of effort (and the attendant strain and pain to my back and limbs), he is bandaged. He's also miserable; he hates restraints of any sort. He also went swimming in the pond while I was in the shower washing the stall dust off, and so everything is loosened more than it should be, but at least it's still on.

He is medicated; we keep animal Mox and baby aspirin and generic Benadryl on hand in our stash of vet meds and supplies. I've managed to get each into him at staggered intervals now, so that they can work from the inside while the traditional medicine works at building new skin from without.

In the meantime, if you're among our friends and you've got some spare prayers, or vibes, or thoughts, or energy, or whatever, maybe send some of 'em Raven's way. He could use 'em. Frankly, so could we, because wire-cut injuries are a long hard road, not only for the patient, but for us, as well.

Thanks.



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Friday Feature: Not Lost In Translation

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Now posted at The NDN Silver Blog, it's our final Friday Feature for August. This month, we've been bringing you some of the more spectacular works of wall art in our inventory, all by various indigenous artists. Today's piece is a pastel of an iconic Native leader, one whose name connects up with Wings's own experience in unusual ways; it's all covered at the link.

The post is here. Wings's main page is here. As always, shares of the site links are much needed and much appreciated. 



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Thursday, August 27, 2015

Section VII, Chapter 2; First Line:

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She awakens to a shuddering sensation, the sound of hammering on all sides.

Sometimes the ghosts can tell their own stories. Sometimes it helps to have a witness.



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#TBT: The World Taking Flight

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It's #ThrowbackThursday at The NDN Silver Blog, and today, we go back to a piece Wings created close to a decade ago. It's a large and substantial work, one from one of his signature series in a unique design all his own. It's also, to my mind, a beautiful conceptualization of the world taking flight.

The post is here. Wings's main page is here. Today's featured work sold long ago, of course, but if its style and spirit speak to you, he can always create a unique version all your own; simply inquire via the Contact form. [Use the Contact form for all communications of any importance, at this point, unless you're able to message me on FB or Twitter.] And, as always, shares of the site links are much needed and much appreciated.



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Wednesday, August 26, 2015

Section VII, Chapter 1; First Line:

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The bird sits on the the rough wood post of the fence to the east, the sun a halo around his feathers, much like Old Marsh’s shimmering aura when he appears in spirit form.

The welcome spirits are the ones that come to your defense; some ghosts also defend history in the process.




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To Dance at the Center of the Storm

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We begin this week's Wednesday/Weekend series at The NDN Silver Blog with Wings's newest masterwork. And when I say "masterwork," I mean an absolutely breathtaking piece that speaks to me at a soul-deep level. It's meant, however, for someone else out there, someone who needs the the gift of the spirits that is the ability to dance at the center of the storm.

The post is here. Wings's main page is here. As always, shares of the site links are much needed and much appreciated. Contact form for inquiries, of course. 



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Tuesday, August 25, 2015

Section VII; Intro:

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Some bridges are built to burn.

When they're gone, sometimes the only way to reclaim the past is with a map made of moondust and smoke and the insistent anger of an old ghost.



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Jewels and Gems: Sand Paintings and Weathered Roses

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Now posted at The NDN Silver Blog, it's this week's edition of our ongoing Jewels and Gems series. Today, it's a stone that will probably be new to most readers, although it's ancient, formed (and transformed) over time on a geologic scale. Today's post also features something else that's unusual: one of the pieces that Wings created from my own design, built around this specific stone.

The post itself is here. Wings's main page is here. Shares of the site links are especially needed right now*, and welcomed with thanks. As always these days, Contact form for inquiries.

*About that: Yesterday's attempt at getting the hay in was a fiasco, one that risked an almost total loss [a result of the guy who does it being perpetually late and thus putting us right smack in the middle of the forecast rain. No, there's nothing we can do about that; this is an issue no matter who we hire to do it. This is something wholly out of our control, and since we don't have a tractor of our own, it's a recurring problem each year.] At any rate, the forecast has eased off for the moment, and he's back, so we're hoping that the latest turning will permit baling such that it doesn't set the hay barn on fire, and doesn't lose an entire crop for the winter. Either way, though, it's going to be expensive, and we'll be writing a big check at the end of the day that will more or less finish us until mid-September. So please, share the site links. We need to make sales. Thanks.



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Monday, August 24, 2015

Bright needles who sew and sing, . . .

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small messengers of love, of unity, of abundance.




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Monday Photo Meditation: Four Directions and Sacred Spaces

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Now posted at The NDN Silver Blog, it's our Monday Photo Meditation for the last full week of August. Today's imagery is one especially suited to the moment in this place, but placed, of course, entirely in the context of Wings's own identity and tradition.

The post is here. Wings's main page is here. Shares of the site links re especially needed right now, and welcomed with thanks. And about all that:

The guy who does our hay was (as usual) late. By a factor of days, not hours. We're now racing the weather forecast, and time has been telescoped further by the fact that he's slated to bale this afternoon — but the rain is expected to hit by midday or so. Either way, it's going to be a huge expense: a lot out of pocket now to pay for the baling, and a huge physical load on Wings and me to get it all in before it gets soaked; or a long-term, drawn-out expense over the course of the winter if we lose the hay to weather. Either way, I'm feeling incredibly stressed right now, and the upshot is that we're going to need sales to cover it, whatever the result.  So please, share those links. Thanks.



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Sunday, August 23, 2015

Of Suns and Sorrows, Signs and Spirits

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Once again, I was up before dawn. I've lost count of the number of days in a row I've awakened the same way, the pain in my skull so murderous that it hurts worse to lie down than it does to unlock my joints and get up. It's been weeks now, and every day begins exactly the same way.

It has one quite literal silver lining: Most mornings anymore, I'm guaranteed to see the sun rise. In summer, that's not such an amazing sight most of the time; at that hour, the skies are mostly clear, and the color goes from pale gold to pale blue in little more than a blink.

Now, though, we're into fall. Oh, I know what the calendar says, but it's wrong. Climate change is here, and so is our new seasonal schedule. Autumn arrived on last week's winds. The cottonwoods across the road began yellowing three days ago.

Today is a marker of sorts for me, yet another anniversary of a certain sort that holds grief, and guilt, and pain. And so awakening as I did this morning, in the pre-dawn dark, blind with physical pain, seemed fitting somehow, apt: starting the day off in the negative column, at a loss in more ways than one, and it nothing more nor less than I deserved anyway.

As the skies lightened, a large bird swooped into the upper reaches of the aspen nearest the arbor. I saw it only out of the corner of a pain-filled eye, just enough to register an impression of size, but nothing more. I thought perhaps a young raven, since the adults of the clan have been bringing the young ones around lately, but the split-second glimpse didn't look — or feel — black in color. I took out the camera and went outside in the cold air, but it had already vanished.

The sunrise was there instead.


Skimming atop the water, . . .

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a messenger for the whole year, carrying a message of life.


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The Night Spiral

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Now posted at The NDN Silver Blog, as promised, it's the second ring in this weekend's feature of two of Wings's newest works. Today's piece is vintage in both style and execution: the face is made of sterling silver ingot, formed freehand, and the imagery is simple, but powerful.

The post is here. Wings's main page is here. We need to make some sales (that's an understatement), so shares of the site links are much needed right now. Once the day gets under way, I'll probably be offline for the duration; weather is one the way, and the guy isn't here yet to bale several fields' worth of dropped hay. If he doesn't show up soon, it may mean pitchforking it all by hand into the flatbed just to save it. [And yes, we still have the smoke from the Washington wildfires blanketing everything, and yes, I still have a constant migraine and no real sleep. This day is already looking . . . difficult.] Oh, and reach me via the Contact form, natch.



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Saturday, August 22, 2015

A dancer the color of sand and soot, . . .

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a messenger of unity and legacy.



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Sowing the Seeds of the Stars

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Now posted at The NDN Silver Blog, it's one of Wings's newest (I'll be bringing you another tomorrow, plus several more items during the week to come). It's a stunning (and stunningly simple) ring, simultaneously bold and subtle, suitable for anyone, regardless of gender. 

The post is here. Wings's main page is here. We're trying to get the hay in this weekend, and the weather's being uncooperative; I'm hoping we don't lose it, which would be devastating for us. It's an enormous expense, and so we badly need to make some sales. Please share the site links with your networks. Contact form remains the way to reach me.

Thanks.



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Friday, August 21, 2015

Fruit of the union of a perfect heart . . .

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from tiny messengers of love.



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Friday Feature: The Road, the Journey, and the Destination

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It's this week's Friday Feature at The NDN Silver Blog, and today, it's a vision that's timely for current conditions, and as timeless as our peoples. It's also manifest in a really cool work with a definite '60s vibe.

The post itself is here. Wings's main page is here. As always, shares of the site links are much needed and much appreciated.



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Thursday, August 20, 2015

Tiny flasks of hope, . . .

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messengers of love in the act of creating.



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#ThrowbackThursday: The Spirit of the Sunrise

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It's #TBT at The NDN Silver Blog, and today, it's a trip back in time seven years to a work that was created — and stolen — in the Summer of 2008. Wings has made several variations on this theme over the years, but this was the only one built around such a spectacular (and spectacularly large) rose quartz "face." That said, if it speaks to your spirit, simply inquire via the Contact form; he can order a similar cab and make a unique version all your own.

The post is here. Wings's main page is here. As always, shares of the site links are much needed and welcomed with thanks.



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Wednesday, August 19, 2015

A tiny echo maker, . . .

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a messenger whose song is sawn by wings upon the winds.

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A Message for All Seasons

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Now posted at The NDN Silver Blog, it's one of Wings's masterworks that's especially suited to this season. It's a tiny messenger of Spirit in a bold new conceptualization, one whose message resonates year-round.

The post is here. Wings's main page is here. Shares of the site links are, as always, much needed and much appreciated. I'd really like this spectacular piece to find its home. 



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Tuesday, August 18, 2015

A small spotted sailor with words of love and danger, . . .

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a messenger and a tiny sacred clown.



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Jewels and Gems: Crystallized Light

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It's Tuesday, which means it's time for the latest edition of our Jewels and Gems series at The NDN Silver Blog. Today, it's a semi-precious stone that, to us, is the material embodiment of Taos Pueblo's own mystical, magical light. The finished pieces shown are no longer in inventory, but the final small cabochon remains in his stone supply. If its light speaks to your soul, he can create a work uniquely your own; simply inquire via the Contact form.

The post is here. Wings's main page is here. As always, shares of the site links are much needed and appreciated.



Note to peeps and tweeps: I'm draggin'. This flare is exceptionally bad, and that has meant little rest and even less sleep; I'm way past ordinary notions of "pain" and "fatigue," and the bare minimum is too much right now even though I have to do it anyway. I have to fix this before the weekend, when we have to get the hay in. Meanwhile, my e-mail remains borked, along with some other connectivity issues. If it's crucial, you can get me via Twitter and FB messaging or the Contact form, but expect some delays. Thanks. 



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Monday, August 17, 2015

From the red rocks . . .


to fiery skies, messengers of air and water — and love.


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Monday Photo Meditation: In the Shadows

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Now posted at The NDN Silver Blog, it's our Monday Photo Meditation for this week, and today, the subject is what the shadows have to show us. It's also an antidote, for me, at least, to late-summer feelings of melancholy, which have been overtaking me lately.

The post is here. Wings's main page is here. All three photos remain available for purchase in any of the usual three formats, sizes, and price points; simply inquire via the Contact form. Also as always, shares of the site links are much needed and much appreciated.

Note to peeps: I am still buried under a massive to-do list, e-mail still borked, and still battling a massive auto-immune flare coupled with a monster migraine flare, both now of long and ongoing duration. I'll be offline most of the day, but will check in when I can.



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Sunday, August 16, 2015

Section VI, Chapter 7; First Line:

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She will not give in to the shudders threatening to wrack her entire being; will not; NOT.

Digging up the past can be terrifying. Still, the ghosts keep watch over those who would tell their stories. 



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Carrying What Is of Value, Into the Future

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Now posted at The NDN Silver Blog, it's the final entry in this week's edition of our Wednesday/Weekend series featuring Wings's current body of work. Today, we continue with the week's themes, but also depart from them a bit in a couple of singular ways. We also provide a bit of a different perspective on how children carry their own legacies forward, including on their very persons.

The post is here. Wings's main page is here. As always, shares are much needed and appreciated.




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Saturday, August 15, 2015

Section VI, Chapter 6; First Line:

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all rights reserved.

Something clicks in her brain, and her body takes over, doing what needs to be done.

Ghosts can get you into trouble; they can also show you the way out of it.



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Finding Hope

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Now posted at The NDN Silver Blog, it's the Saturday entry in this edition of our Wednesday/Weekend series featuring Wings's own work. Today's item is an older piece, one that I believe remains in inventory at the moment because Spirit intends it for someone much in need of the symbolism it offers: a manifestation of hope, a promise for the future, of indigenous independence and a world reborn.

The post is here. Wings's main page is here. As always, shares of the site links are much needed and much appreciated. 



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Friday, August 14, 2015

Section VI, Chapter 5; First Line:

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She stands shivering in the rain, oblivious to cold or wet, staring at Marsh’s vanishing ghostly glow.

Ghosts speak through dreams, hints and suggestions to the unconscious mind. What they summon, though, can be terrifyingly real.



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