tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355149742719060654.post660687921762460275..comments2023-04-04T08:11:37.941-07:00Comments on Windsongs & Wordhoards: Flights of Ravens... and a 100th post blog Giveaway!Windsongs and Wordhoardshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12211375575810428500noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355149742719060654.post-63258236260356358362012-02-13T16:12:01.819-08:002012-02-13T16:12:01.819-08:00Thankyou Valerianna for sharing this experience, I...Thankyou Valerianna for sharing this experience, I can understand that feeling I think, its funny how some deep connections can take us unawares sometimes.<br />I have always felt so drawn to birds of prey, I can't say why, but I have always drawn strength of some kind from them and it always lifts me when I see one circling high or hear them cry on the wind.Windsongs and Wordhoardshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12211375575810428500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355149742719060654.post-29770180794982886742012-02-13T16:07:47.086-08:002012-02-13T16:07:47.086-08:00Lovely eldritch reply Kate! That could be a Brian ...Lovely eldritch reply Kate! That could be a Brian Froud illustration the way it pops into my mind's eye, fantastic!Windsongs and Wordhoardshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12211375575810428500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355149742719060654.post-23070307813363656732012-02-13T16:06:00.551-08:002012-02-13T16:06:00.551-08:00Hi Valerie, I have a thing for Red Kites, aren'...Hi Valerie, I have a thing for Red Kites, aren't they magnificent! I only ever see them when I go to Wales and then I am spoilt by sightings all along the coast roads. The first ever Kite I saw was in Snowdonia years ago on a tiny mountain road - it lifted up on a thermal from behind a dry stone wall right next to us, so, so close. Made a big impression!Windsongs and Wordhoardshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12211375575810428500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355149742719060654.post-21799983716155675922012-02-13T16:03:06.725-08:002012-02-13T16:03:06.725-08:00Me too! I would love to go to the islands and visi...Me too! I would love to go to the islands and visit Scara Brae, and to Skye to imagine traces of Cucullain and Scathach in the ancient landscape (and visit the distilleries of course!) ;)Windsongs and Wordhoardshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12211375575810428500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355149742719060654.post-34682876448056497012012-02-13T15:59:43.586-08:002012-02-13T15:59:43.586-08:00Freyalyn, I love the sense of journeying in this a...Freyalyn, I love the sense of journeying in this and the sense of the land, especially '...rising up into the backbone of Britain'<br />Did you see any of that 'Flight' I think it was called series recently, with amazing film footage from within flocks of migrating birds? That gave a fascinating viewpoint indeed!Windsongs and Wordhoardshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12211375575810428500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355149742719060654.post-16066495412409033192012-02-09T18:30:45.369-08:002012-02-09T18:30:45.369-08:00woops, forgot the flight part!
Well. I once burs...woops, forgot the flight part! <br /><br />Well. I once burst into tears when I saw a photograph of an Andean Condor flying way up in the mountains. I said out loud, "oh, I can never go home in this lifetime." I sobbed for a long, long while. I still don't quite know what to make of it, but I think I will need to answer here that I would like to be an Andean Condor and fly way up in the Peruvian mountain thermals, bringing the dreams and prayers of the shamans to the gods.Valeriannahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02621130622153365184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355149742719060654.post-49851354101222012992012-02-09T18:27:11.251-08:002012-02-09T18:27:11.251-08:00OOOooo.... the ravens are really powerful!OOOooo.... the ravens are really powerful!Valeriannahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02621130622153365184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355149742719060654.post-33352704586364196432012-02-08T05:28:46.366-08:002012-02-08T05:28:46.366-08:00I think I'd like to be a firefly. Light as ai...I think I'd like to be a firefly. Light as air on a summer breeze, illuminating a magical forest landscape inhabited by fairies, goblins and trolls. <br /><br />Loving your recent work Carrie (as always!)- and hoping Elswyth gets to enjoy her special day at the weekend.Katehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01583541982504301756noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355149742719060654.post-43790794855179181892012-02-06T13:12:51.637-08:002012-02-06T13:12:51.637-08:00Congratulations on your 100 post! If I had the win...Congratulations on your 100 post! If I had the wings to fly I would like to be a red kite. I love the way they ride the thermals. We often see them when we visit Henley-on-Thames. <br />I think they are a new introduction into the region.Acornmoonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14982884920388966786noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355149742719060654.post-62610935056116549252012-02-04T14:59:32.117-08:002012-02-04T14:59:32.117-08:00Love your Raven portraits!! I think i'd fly ov...Love your Raven portraits!! I think i'd fly over to Iona, or Orkney, I've always felt drawn towards the Scottish Isles, so much history and so many magical ancient sites. What better place to visit, and I hear Ravens are most welcome there!! :)The Faery Folkloristhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04487251751662049629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355149742719060654.post-33966337623671244532012-02-03T01:22:01.308-08:002012-02-03T01:22:01.308-08:00I love how your raven portraits are coming along, ...I love how your raven portraits are coming along, and your thought processes explained alongside. Fascinating series...<br /><br />...As for flight itself, where does one start? I think I'd just like to be something big and strong, and fly upwards and upwards over hills and wide open spaces, to see the land laid out below and before me. To trace out patterns of hills, lines of rivers and ancient roadways, see the land rising up into the backbone of Britain and change colour with height, to see the dusting of snow revealing ancient settlements and tracks that no doubt the Eagle of Gwernaby remembers being built, and eventually being high enough to lose all trace of anything but the whole shape of the land itself.Freyalynhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11911845535682123517noreply@blogger.com