Cats - 2

Cats 1 - Gifs

Tokyo Drift

Courageous

Meh

Ethereal

Bourée - a more pleasing version

Velvet Green

Walking on velvet green.
Scots pine growing.
Isn't it rare to be taking the air, singing.
Walking on velvet green.
Walking on velvet green.
Distant cows lowing.
Never a care: with your legs in the air, loving.
Walking on velvet green.

Won't you have my company, yes, take it in your hands.
Go down on velvet green, with a country man.
Who's a young girls fancy and an old maid's dream.
Tell your mother that you walked all night on velvet green.
One dusky half-hour's ride up to the north.
There lies your reputation and all that you're worth.
Where the scent of wild roses turns the milk to cream.
Tell your mother that you walked all night on velvet green.
And the long grass blows in the evening cool.
And August's rare delight may be April's fool.
But think not of that, my love,
I'm tight against the seam.
And I'm growing up to meet you down on velvet green.

Now I may tell you that it's love and not just lust.
And if we live the lie, let's lie in trust.
On golden daffodils, to catch the silver stream
that washes out the wild oat seed on velvet green.
We'll dream as lovers under the stars
of civilizations raging afar.
And the ragged dawn breaks on your battle scars.
As you walk home cold and alone upon velvet green.

Walking on velvet green.
Scots pine growing.
Isn't it rare to be taking the air, singing.
Walking on velvet green.
Walking on velvet green.
Distant cows lowing.
Never a care: with your legs in the air, loving.
Walking on velvet green.

Acres Wild

I'll make love to you
In all good places
Under black mountains
In open spaces.
By deep brown rivers
That slither darkly
Through far marches
Where the blue hare races.

Come with me to the Winged Isle ---
Northern father's western child.
Where the dance of ages is playing still
Through far marches of acres wild.

I'll make love to you
In narrow side streets
With shuttered windows,
Crumbling chimneys.

Come with me to the weary town ---
Discos silent under tiles
That slide from roof-tops, scatter softly
On concrete marches of acres wild.

By red bricks pointed
With cement fingers
Flaking damply from sagging shoulders.

Come with me to the Winged Isle ---
Northern father's western child.
Where the dance of ages is playing still
Through far marches of acres wild.

Oh, This Cast? From a Skiing Accident...

Coffee House Graphic :)

 

One of my graphics for work. I had fun making this one. Since this time the young adult program has changed to Teen Cafe and this one was retired. It is transparent and works on any light to medium color or patterned background.

 

I'm not sure if I posted the next one before. I also liked this next technique. For every fairly nice animation, I have lots and lots of fairly ugly failures. But this one is nice:

 

 

I have a lot of these Youth Services logos. I'm not sure if I posted this one. Much of this is fairly inane, but hey, it is my life.

rain

Just playing around with animation. haven't done this in years but i don't think i ever got past the playing stage anyway. :)

For You g.a.

You Could Be Happy

"You Could Be Happy"

You could be happy and I won't know
But you weren't happy the day I watched you go

And all the things that I wished I had not said
Are played in loops 'till it's madness in my head

Is it too late to remind you how we were
But not our last days of silence, screaming, blur

Most of what I remember makes me sure
I should have stopped you from walking out the door

You could be happy, I hope you are
You made me happier than I'd been by far

Somehow everything I own smells of you
And for the tiniest moment it's all not true

Do the things that you always wanted to
Without me there to hold you back, don't think, just do

More than anything I want to see you, girl
Take a glorious bite out of the whole world

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That last post was my 150th post on this blog. This blog was started as a suggestion by a family member because my other blog, "Aimless Blog," was so political. Since then, I have gone on to create many blogs, many of which I am still updating which you will find on the bar above. I currently am spending most of my time on my television blog.

All of my blogs have gone through metamorphoses that basically changed the direction of the blog. I spent much time on Facebook where I have a wonderful group of "friends."  The interaction with them has increased my political awareness 100 fold. I spent some time doing graphics for one political group on Facebook.

 While my blogs have suffered from all the irons I have in the fire (I am also currently writting an e-book and much more intent upon the enjoyment of life), I still feel as if my blogging shows the transitions that have happened in my life better than any other format.

Thank you for reading.