Hello friends. Want to share one of most wonderful Alexa’s photosets to you. Alexa in renaissance age. Enjoy her beauty from this point view and keep in mind that you always can find this and other 60+ photos inside the VIP area.
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In these photos, the warm *you* is still apparent in your eyes. You are positively sunny here… in a land of fantasy. These are the days the music still takes me to. The days of the music and you.
These days, from earlier this year, still resound in my memory, as I expect they forever will. The inspiration they brought still remains, and motivates the following:
” Stream of Anticipation” — dec ‘07
cannot help but wonder,
how far to the future,
will these echos last within my head…
until i’m dead?
and, what of thereafter,
sans the gift of laughter,
will the music of the soul endure…
can we be sure?
questions of the cosmic,
sung within the lyric,
thoughts and sound,
stringlike rebound,
if tracked down by your magic hound,
will anything of substance found,
give us a clue empiric?
What do you think, Alex? Could you send Willy out for clues?
within every message,
there is a something to be found,
a subtle clue to hold your ground,
induce a safer passage…
Of all the things you capture from those events where the passions of life cast highlight or shadow upon a life, of all them such as these are my absolute favorites. Such images are as intoxicating as any brandy, as delicate and indestructible as the first kiss of an innocent love… an absolute delight to behold.
Braveheart with the swiftest wing
My hope must ride with you,
Across the arch of tumbling skies
To one with eyes as blue
As daybreak over harvest fields
Reflected in the dew.
So take the air to be your own
And ride the fastest wind,
North by west will be your course,
The setting sun your friend
To pass beyond these pagan lands
I fear my life might end.
Return you to green fields
Where once we went to play,
Tarry not your passage,
Linger not a day
But rather show the angels haste
I pray will guide your way.
Bear for me this message,
No more I’ll ask of you
Than set this parchment in her hand
Before the month is through.
For she must know I love her,
That all my hope depends
On knowing she awaits me
When peace our world attends.
December 8th, 2007 at 5:40 pm
you can be MY Falconer any day you want. Have no fear, I will return to you always. Kiss Kiss Kiss Kiss
December 8th, 2007 at 5:52 pm
Wow .. Selene you have completely out done yourself with this photo set. A true amazement of capturing Alexa and her beauty.
I am left speechless
Alexa’s beauty can launch a million ships, but she and you leave me breathless
thank you for sharing .. huggs and kisses
December 8th, 2007 at 9:49 pm
I know that bird.
December 8th, 2007 at 10:55 pm
Alex,
In these photos, the warm *you* is still apparent in your eyes. You are positively sunny here… in a land of fantasy. These are the days the music still takes me to. The days of the music and you.
These days, from earlier this year, still resound in my memory, as I expect they forever will. The inspiration they brought still remains, and motivates the following:
” Stream of Anticipation” — dec ‘07
cannot help but wonder,
how far to the future,
will these echos last within my head…
until i’m dead?
and, what of thereafter,
sans the gift of laughter,
will the music of the soul endure…
can we be sure?
questions of the cosmic,
sung within the lyric,
thoughts and sound,
stringlike rebound,
if tracked down by your magic hound,
will anything of substance found,
give us a clue empiric?
What do you think, Alex? Could you send Willy out for clues?
within every message,
there is a something to be found,
a subtle clue to hold your ground,
induce a safer passage…
love,
pip
December 9th, 2007 at 1:46 am
WOW! Alexa-you are even more beautifull in this shoot than I remembered. This is just fabulous. I will definitely treasure this
December 9th, 2007 at 8:37 am
Dear Ladies, thank you… and thank you again.
Of all the things you capture from those events where the passions of life cast highlight or shadow upon a life, of all them such as these are my absolute favorites. Such images are as intoxicating as any brandy, as delicate and indestructible as the first kiss of an innocent love… an absolute delight to behold.
The night belongs to you, the poem will not wait.
Love,
‘nos
December 9th, 2007 at 10:20 am
Braveheart with the swiftest wing
My hope must ride with you,
Across the arch of tumbling skies
To one with eyes as blue
As daybreak over harvest fields
Reflected in the dew.
So take the air to be your own
And ride the fastest wind,
North by west will be your course,
The setting sun your friend
To pass beyond these pagan lands
I fear my life might end.
Return you to green fields
Where once we went to play,
Tarry not your passage,
Linger not a day
But rather show the angels haste
I pray will guide your way.
Bear for me this message,
No more I’ll ask of you
Than set this parchment in her hand
Before the month is through.
For she must know I love her,
That all my hope depends
On knowing she awaits me
When peace our world attends.
Cyranos DeMet
December 14th, 2007 at 10:22 pm
Marvelous Alexa ..Somptuuous Alexa.. Lovely loved Alexa
You’ll soon very soon be back to your splendor..
so much love with you
January 13th, 2008 at 3:48 pm
You’re not alone, Alexa.