~Dorothy Wallace

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Dorothy Wallace has been a professional portrait
photographer since 1995 and a fine art photographer
for the past 20 years. She specializes in sepia-toned,
hand-colored portraits inspired by The Golden Age
in photography, illustration and children’s literature.
Her passion for photography began with the birth of
her children and the desire to connect the past to the
present and to preserve the fleeting moments of childhood.
Initially self- taught in all aspects of B&W photography,
she later returned to college to absorb as much
photographic knowledge as she could.
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It was there that she developed
her hand-coloring style and love for alternative processes.
Her photographs have been exhibited in numerous
galleries and competitions and have received many
awards. A portfolio of her work was published in
Darkroom Photography magazine.
For the past several years she has been photographing
faeries. She captures the images on film,
then handprints, sepia-tones and (often) hand-colors
the photographic print.
All of her work is shot (outdoors) in available light.
She utilizes beautiful hand-painted backgrounds,
props, clothing & wings created by a group of
extremely talented artists.
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It is a true collaboration.
Her favorite subjects are children, whose ability to
suspend disbelief at any given moment lends an
air of enchantment, innocence and wonder to her
faery portraits. It is her hope that those who view
these images may remember & believe". 
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Dorothy’s beautiful photography captures the innocence
of childhood and the enchantment of the Faerie Realms.
Her vintage style portraits are created using traditional
techniques, and are sepia toned and coloured by hand.
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http://www.dorothywallacephotography.com/
Entry with Permission from artist!

~Sunday Poem~

Painting by Jean Claude Guidou

You are probably what the moon dreams about
when it lays its head to rest each night.
I imagine it waits for someone as bright as itself
to walk into its bedroom of stars and lost wishes,
and ask, “Where have you been all my life?”

The way you walk into a room may seem normal to most,
but to me, it’s like finally catching your breath
after you’ve lost it.
Your embrace is something history books
will write about one day.
You could carry the Atlantic in your arms
with ease, if needed.

And your heart.
Your heart is what amazes me,
it’s something I wonder if even a god could create.
Your love is what man works their entire life to find.
It’s the kind of thing you could lean the world on.

I guess what I’m trying to say is,
I love every inch of your existence.

~source~

~ Poem by Terry Windling

~ Virginia Lee

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Born in Devon, England in 1976, she started to
draw and sculpt surreal things from quite an early age.
After studying art and design at Exeter College,
she embarked on a degree in illustration at
Kingston University, where she did much of the
work featured on this website.Shortly after graduating
in 1999, she was lucky enough to work as a sculptor
for the "Lord of the Rings' trilogy in New Zealand,
creating archetectual details, fountains and statues
for the sets. When the film production had finished, 
she went onto sculpt highly detailed, collectible
wall plaques of scenes from the films.
Currently residing in Brighton, she has been devoting
some of her time to sculp and paint for
exhibition, but mainly she has been focusing
on her illustration. '
The Frog Bride'' is her first children's book and
she has just finished a book
about the greek goddess 'Persephone'.
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http://www.virginialee.co.uk/home.html
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~ Red Riding Hood

by James Sant
.by Welem de Klerk
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Long, long time ago, in a little village at the edge
of a forest, there lived a little girl with her mother
and her father. This little girl was the sweetest,
kindest child there ever was. She was always dressed
in a pretty red cloak and hood that her mother
had made for her, so that everyone began
calling her Little Red Riding Hood.

One day Little Red Riding Hood's mother
called her and said, 'Daughter, your grandmother
is very ill. Please take her this pot of butter and some
custard that I have made.' 'Very well, Mother,' said
Little Red Riding Hood, and ran to get her little basket
for the custard and the butter. 'Be careful,' said
her mother, kissing her. 'Don't stray from the path,
don't stop on the way, and don't speak to any strangers.'

Little Red Riding Hood's grandmother lived all by herself
in a little cottage on the other side of the forest.
Little Red Riding Hood had been through the forest
alone many times, and knew her way.
So she wasn't frightened at all. She skipped merrily
along the forest path, enjoying the bright sunshine,
the blue sky and the birds singing in the trees.
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But suddenly, whom should she meet but a Wolf.
'Hello, little girl,' said the Wolf in his nicest voice.
'Where are you going this bright spring day?'

~YOU CAN READ THE REST OF THE STORY HERE~.

by Edward Frederick Brewtnall 
. by Gari Melchers
. by George Baxter
. by George Hillyard Swinstead
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by Gustave Doré
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by George Sheridan Knowles
. by Isabel Oakley Naftel
.  by Neal Armstrong
. Unknown to Me
. Unknown to Me
. by John Everett Millais
. by Steven Englund
. by William M. Spittle
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Twisted version of the classic tale!
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~ Rip Squeak

The original books are written by
Susan Yost-Filgate and illustrated by Leonard Filgate.
Find The Magic is written by Lee Cohen and
illustrated by Julia Harnett Harvey.
. . .
Rip Squeak is a character who's greatest desire
in life is to become a great adventurer.
He is anxious to learn and experience new things.
He has an innate cleverness and is therefore a good
problem solver, a skill that comes in very handy as
the stories progress. Rip is also very loyal to his
family and friends and very protective of his
little sister Jesse.
He is compassionate and introspective, a staunch
supporter of right over wrong.

From the time that Rip and Jesse meet Abbey and
Euripides, Rip goes from a somewhat quiet life,
with only his little sister, his parents, and his
imagination to keep him company, to an extraordinary
life full of adventure and discovery.
Rip had once thought of himself as cautiously curious,
but as he becomes better acquainted with his friends
he becomes more outgoing and daring doing things
that he would never have expected he'd do.
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Julia Harnett Harvey was born in Essex, England
and her father, an artist in his own right, was
her first art teacher. After graduating from the
Southend College of Art, she worked in the commercial
art field in both England and Canada.
Inspired by another Harnett, the most influential
trompe-l'oeil painter of the mid-nineteenth century,
William Harnett (1848-1892), Julia continued her
fine art studies in Toronto where she was among
the select few chosen for the prestigious Master's
works program at the Royal Ontario Museum.
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http://www.ripsqueak.com/
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~Sunday Poem

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Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow --
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand --
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep -- while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

~Edgar Allan Poe~