Birds I

I love my zoom lens! I recently captured some very good pictures of different birds with it.

These owls from PAWS animal rescue (http://www.paws-sc.com/) were brought to our barn for a raptors presentation. Tosh is a Barred Owl who has sight issues, and the other is a Red Phase Eastern Screech Owl who was hit by a car.

Red Phase Eastern Screech Owl

Tosh

Tosh II

Contemplative Owl

Tosh III

Talons

Who?

In Christ,
~Maria

EDIT April 21, 2014:
I'm sorry for these pictures being offline! I may be able to fix this post later.

Why English is Hard to Learn

Not wonder I was a dunce at grammer : )

Why English is Hard to Learn

We'll begin with box, the plural is boxes,

But the plural is of ox is oxen, not oxes.

One fowl is a goose, and two are called geese,

Yet the plural off moose is never called meese.

You may find a lone mouse or a house full of mice;

But the plural of house is houses, not hice.

The plural of man is always men,

But the plural of pan is never pen.

If I speak of a foot, and you show me two feet,

And I give you a book, would a pair be a beek?

If one is a tooth and a whole set are teeth,

Why shouldn't two booths be called beeth?

If the singular's this and the plural is these,

Should the plural of kiss be ever called keese?

We speak of a brother and also of brethren,

But though we say mother, we never say methren.

Then the masculine pronouns are he, his, and him;

But imagine the feminine . . . she, shis, and shim!

-Anonymous

Short Story

I have started work on a short story set on an island off the coast of Wales. It's called Riddle on the Wall right now, and I started it because I wanted to experiment on a story with riddles - and, well, so that I could combine a few of my favorite genres.

It's a medieval-mystery story that starts in an abbey-turned-fortress following the story of Constance,  the young infirmary assistant at St. Mary's Abbey. A strange man showes up at the gates identifying himself as the "Wandering Warrior," and warns of trouble from the seas. The old archer believes that war is coming, and begins training the young men of the Abbey, the surrounding fermtowns, and villages in the art of war. Soon after the Warrior disappears, a riddle appears carved into the stone walls of the infirmary. Constance and her brother Gabriel begin a search for the answer, as a growing threat begins to move in from the sea, and Constance finds her courage tested.

Here is my pinterest board.

I have a goal of 50 pages before I stop, edit, switch stories or do anything else.

May Characters in Costume Challenge - Reveal

And once again, the Characters in Costume Challenge reveal.

This month both my sister and I participated.

This is my sister's character:

She is a pilgrim. And she has a knife. That is the extent of the information I managed to glean from my sister.

And a pony.

This is my character. Her name is Vixa Shen, often just called Vix.

She is an orphan living in the desert country Eremnan, famous for its silk and dyes. She hunts and gathers edible plants for a living.

 Her treasures are a dagger, a single red headscarf, and the strange necklace and parchment that I posted here.

Her headscarf

She actually has red hair and gray eyes.

April Antagonists - Characters in Costume Reveal

This month I participated in the wonderful Characters in Costume Challenge at Gillian Adams' wonderful blog. This month's challenge was to dress up as or draw a picture of a villain, preferably from one of your stories. I chose to draw Interitus, the main villain for my WIP Project Awaken: Fully Alive.

My apologies for the poor photo quality. And the unfinished state of the drawing.
Interitus was once the most beautiful of all creatures, the best of the Shining Ones, the jewel of God's creation. He was named Filius Aurorae, the Son of the Morning. But he became proud, and desired to become like God, to be God. He waited, sowing the seeds of deception in the hearts of his brothers for millennium. Finally, he rebelled. He and his legions, a full third of the Shining Ones, brought discord and fear, anger and war to the Spirit Realm. They became the Night Legions, and he became Interitus, the Deceiver.
They were hurled from the heavens, sentenced to eternal separation from the presence of God. In his bitterness and anger, and hoping to find another way to wrest the Existence from God, Interitus poisoned the Basin, home of the humans. He blinded them and led them astray, destroying the link between their world and his.
Be sure to stop by the other participating sites!

In the Lamb,

~Maria

4/15/2013 - for lack of a better title.

Yikes, it's been a long time. Blogging kind of fell of the bottom of my to-do list.

Oopthie.

Anyway, I have been spending a great deal of time over at Jeff Gerke's/Jefferson Scott's engaging website Where the Map Ends. He is a Christian multi-published author who loves Christian speculative fiction, which happens to be my favorite genre, also. I warn you, he is not a conservative Christian, but I have not found anything inappropriate. He does have links to non-Christian websites, which I have not explored, so have caution.

The other thing I have been busy with is my photography. Here are my favorites from the last few months:

The bronze eagle in the hall of the Academy of Arts building.

An experiment in shallow depth-of-field with the Azaleas outside our gate.

Betcha can't guess what this is : ) Okay, I'll tell you - it's a stump.

Grass. In the wind.

Killdeer eggs. I was zoomed in all the way to get this shot.

Strange flowers on a tree at dawn.

Dew on the grass at dawn.

Chicken-nugget bats! No, this picture isn't that great, but I loved those bats. They really were the size of chicken nuggets - with wings.

And there you have it, folks!

Ciao,

~ Maria

Characters in Costume Challenge, March Edition: Reveal

Today is the deadline for the March Characters in Costume Challenge issued by Gillian Adams on her blog (http://ofbattlesdragonsandswordsofadamant.blogspot.com/). I drew an accessory for Vix, one of the main characters in my previous story, Daysong.

Please excuse the bad photo quality - I didn't know where to find a scanner.
This is a small wooden canister on a string. It contains a piece of vellum (calf's hide), on which are written several lines of script (yes, the page I drew is blank. I haven't formulated the alphabet yet.). Vix found it on a junk heap near a mansion. She really, really wants to know what it says, but she can't read this inscription. It's actually a section of the Verses, Alt-Valor's version of the Bible. It is really quite small, about three inches long. She keeps it on the string around her neck, because she never knows when someone might help her decipher the mysterious letters that have taken such a hold on her life.