CAMELOT FANTASIES

I think it is beautiful idea to do the castle thread, Sire I've seen some many alive and dead in Scotland etc. I'm all for my dear. Us ladies have been crazy on twitter as you have seen, PR as you could say, people like to hear us play, I think it helps bring them Camelot way. Good night  dear friend, parting is such sweet sorrow.💋

thanks you for the kind remarks lady V.


you are the best.

2 more joined lady Victoria:


Lilah E. Noir

and

Brad McKenzie.


they both have their castles in place at this section.


so we are making some progress. it will take some time to find a few more cool people.

we need about 20 to have some sort of activity/exchange/interaction here.


still there is no competing with all the new social media innovations.



that being said we will enjoy our Camelot anyway. it has its charm and it is fun. nothing wrong with a small Camelot family either.


it is the kind of quiet place we need when we are thinking, reflecting, and collecting our thoughts.

On the photo you like, I do to. I think contrast ov the Aqua Blue &  the white with hints of black. This why I'm attracting to black & white, when you add the different hues it bring alive the color black & white. Alot of artists do not consider them as official. Colors,as I do, with out them there would not be tones needed, so thank you again my dear I luv your work with such revere.

did you read about Sylivia Plath in high school?



here is something by Sylvia Plath:




— Mad Girl's Love Song





 by Sylvia Plath




 I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
 I lift my lids and all is born again.
 (I think I made you up inside my head.)

 The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
 And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
 I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

 I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
 And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
 (I think I made you up inside my head.)

 God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
 Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
 I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

 I fancied you'd return the way you said,
 But I grow old and I forget your name.
 (I think I made you up inside my head.)

 I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
 At least when spring comes they roar back again.
 I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
 (I think I made you up inside my head.)