Saturday 4 February 2012
Thursday 28 April 2011
Chapter 13: English Today
Who ever is going to watch the royal wedding on tv on friday is a pathetic and sad excuse for a human of England.
Two people not any more important than me or you getting married and most of England is acting like they are the new celebrities to worship.
I spit on the modern day Englishman like the yob and office man for making the old courageous British Empire into a weak and afraid pitiful island!
Two people not any more important than me or you getting married and most of England is acting like they are the new celebrities to worship.
I spit on the modern day Englishman like the yob and office man for making the old courageous British Empire into a weak and afraid pitiful island!
Saturday 26 June 2010
Chapter XII: Arrow's art journal
Arrow's journal: I like these pictures but i need to start painting to show more colour in my art!
Friday 25 June 2010
Chapter XI: Life Art of 09
Arrows journal: just a few life studies and i can see looking at my older pictures that i have improved. Its nice and encouraging to see improvements in my art.
Monday 21 June 2010
Chapter X: AOTEAROA
New Zealand the place where your eyes are truly open, Where you see things you can only dream, A fantastical land full of inspiration and adventure and also a special place to me by the name of Paradise.
Rainy it was that day in Paradise. A day of high hills, tall trees, a great horse trek and a horse of Edoras non the less. The heavens had opened onto our Drizabone waxed jackets, Red was pulling to go ahead, Megan our wonderful guide of the Dart stables was explaining where in the forest and surrounding landscape the Lord of the Rings was filmed. It was my favourite day.
The land of the long white cloud is smaller than most other lands and yet seems so much bigger with its wide open landscapes, ancient forests, flowing lakes and sounds, wintry warm glaciers, snow clad mountains of the south and rolling green hills of the north land.
AOTEAROA is a magical place that i will return to in my story.
Tuesday 19 January 2010
Chapter 9: Doons Venture
I were wandering in a golden sunlit field, woods of Wendover surrounding on all sides. I wasnt lost for i always wander in the woods and fields of the Bucks Shire, and anyway i seldom get lost even if i havent been in that particular part of the forest. You see i have a keen sence of direction especially in the hills fields and tree-clad places.
Some folk say that all the forest and trees look the same, but no they are not. If you take care in looking you will see the differences in colour, shapes, sizes, textures, patterns, smells and many more clues. You will see that each tree and plant and all things that grow has a life and spirit of their own. Even the same species of tree grows its shoots and branches in different directions and widths and lengths, so in that way, can you not say they are like us in that we as people are not the same as each other.
Anyway where was i....... ah yes, from the field i ventured into the eaves of the forest and now im feeling right at home, but there is something wrong, i feel a sudden sadness from the air and the wind is blowing more keenly on my face. The TREES! Someone has hewn these hardy trees, and for what, these trees were still lying here and had been for many days i thought after looking closly at them and surrounding ground. These trees were my friends and had voices of their own if you took the time to listen. They had been murdered for no reason.
The forest seemed queer all 3 hours after the noon as though there was more wrong happenings still at work.
I followed the trail of fell wood deeper into the now darkening woods. I picked up a trail of foot prints, they could have been harmless rambles but they seldom make their own path and the already laid track was in the opposite direction. No these prints were laid by a large boot with a feeling of ill buisiness.
As i was getting closer i began to use my hearing more than my sight, for there was no mistaken of a sound that doesnt belong in the woods coming from straight ahead through the bushes. It sounded big and heavy, the ground was shaking. I peered through a gap in the bush and saw.....
To be continued!
Some folk say that all the forest and trees look the same, but no they are not. If you take care in looking you will see the differences in colour, shapes, sizes, textures, patterns, smells and many more clues. You will see that each tree and plant and all things that grow has a life and spirit of their own. Even the same species of tree grows its shoots and branches in different directions and widths and lengths, so in that way, can you not say they are like us in that we as people are not the same as each other.
Anyway where was i....... ah yes, from the field i ventured into the eaves of the forest and now im feeling right at home, but there is something wrong, i feel a sudden sadness from the air and the wind is blowing more keenly on my face. The TREES! Someone has hewn these hardy trees, and for what, these trees were still lying here and had been for many days i thought after looking closly at them and surrounding ground. These trees were my friends and had voices of their own if you took the time to listen. They had been murdered for no reason.
The forest seemed queer all 3 hours after the noon as though there was more wrong happenings still at work.
I followed the trail of fell wood deeper into the now darkening woods. I picked up a trail of foot prints, they could have been harmless rambles but they seldom make their own path and the already laid track was in the opposite direction. No these prints were laid by a large boot with a feeling of ill buisiness.
As i was getting closer i began to use my hearing more than my sight, for there was no mistaken of a sound that doesnt belong in the woods coming from straight ahead through the bushes. It sounded big and heavy, the ground was shaking. I peered through a gap in the bush and saw.....
To be continued!
Thursday 14 January 2010
Chapter 8: Doon Took intro
Doon Took is my name, but some have come to call me Cristian, be that of me faith.
Be a traveller, be an artist and be tramping is me game, if you take my meaning.
I am a wanderer tho im not lost, destiny has chosen this path that i walk.
See, i am at my most happiest when im around trees and in the good old forest.
I feel at home, ah home, home is where the heart is. Mine is with the trees, in the wildwoods and forgotten lands.
I venture long and deep in the wild places of Wendover, tho there is not many, there are some.Be shaw that i'll find them.
I walked 7 hours until my legs hurt, they did, mind you i hadnt walked that far in many months past.
I do love a good ramble up, down, in and out of the woody woods of Wendover and round high hills of the Chiltons.
ere's a quote from Gimli son of Gloin for when you are on a long and hard trek when things are queer, 'Faithless is he that says farewell, when the road darkens'. Gota keep the faith.
To be Continued!
Be a traveller, be an artist and be tramping is me game, if you take my meaning.
I am a wanderer tho im not lost, destiny has chosen this path that i walk.
See, i am at my most happiest when im around trees and in the good old forest.
I feel at home, ah home, home is where the heart is. Mine is with the trees, in the wildwoods and forgotten lands.
I venture long and deep in the wild places of Wendover, tho there is not many, there are some.Be shaw that i'll find them.
I walked 7 hours until my legs hurt, they did, mind you i hadnt walked that far in many months past.
I do love a good ramble up, down, in and out of the woody woods of Wendover and round high hills of the Chiltons.
ere's a quote from Gimli son of Gloin for when you are on a long and hard trek when things are queer, 'Faithless is he that says farewell, when the road darkens'. Gota keep the faith.
To be Continued!
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