"Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light; I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night." A little doodle by Charlie-Bowater for one the most beautiful lines from any poem, The Old Astronomer by Sarah Williams.
Jane Wynn- Hands , "An oldie but a goodie! I was painting plastic doll hands and thought they would dry best- on my fingers. little did I know they would make for such a great photo! So with one hand, I snapped this photo.
As the edge of the moon touched the top of the waterfall the cascade turned the color of the pale yellow moon. Slowly the light touched the river and began to flow down the river. He watched, pensive, as his cloak flapped int he light breeze.