She lost herself in the trees,
among the ever-changing leaves.
She wept beneath the wild sky
as stars told stories of ancient times.
The flowers grew toward her light,
the river called her name at night.
She could not live an ordinary life,
with the mysteries of the universe
hidden in her eyes....
Author: Christy Ann Martine
Death leaves a heartache no one can heal,
love leaves a memory no one can steal....
Author unknown.
She lost herself in the trees,
among the ever-changing leaves.
She wept beneath the wild sky
as stars told stories of ancient times.
The flowers grew toward her light,
the river called her name at night.
She could not live an ordinary life,
with the mysteries of the universe
hidden in her eyes....
Author: Christy Ann Martine
Death leaves a heartache no one can heal,
love leaves a memory no one can steal....
Author unknown.
Well... They are not small.. The leaf on the acorn is the size of the palm of my hand...the acorn is probably at least 3 inches... Thanks..
Sonata... I hate to dust.. Glass is a lot of work to keep clean soooo... I don't keep a lot out... lol... Thanks!
Plur.. Thank you!
She lost herself in the trees,
among the ever-changing leaves.
She wept beneath the wild sky
as stars told stories of ancient times.
The flowers grew toward her light,
the river called her name at night.
She could not live an ordinary life,
with the mysteries of the universe
hidden in her eyes....
Author: Christy Ann Martine
Death leaves a heartache no one can heal,
love leaves a memory no one can steal....
Author unknown.
not what I was expecting at all...I was expecting big bold pieces but here I see delicate..almost jewellery like pieces of exquisite detail and amazing natural colours...wonderfull
The only one who can heal you is you.
Thanks Escorial! I mixed the colors myself.. I start with a clear 15mm rod and add my own colors.. I am glad you enjoyed...
She lost herself in the trees,
among the ever-changing leaves.
She wept beneath the wild sky
as stars told stories of ancient times.
The flowers grew toward her light,
the river called her name at night.
She could not live an ordinary life,
with the mysteries of the universe
hidden in her eyes....
Author: Christy Ann Martine
Death leaves a heartache no one can heal,
love leaves a memory no one can steal....
Author unknown.
Hey Musichal,
The acorn is about 4 inches tall and 4 inches wide at its widest. The flower is maybe 3 inches tall at it's height and 4 to 4.5 inches wide. They are both gorgeous. I wish I had some glass shelves to put them on with recessed lighting. That would be AWESOME. I'll have to figure out how to make that happen.
Wow, how beautiful...clever Jul!
Fabulous Abby... lol.. I am honored that you think I am clever...Thank you!
She lost herself in the trees,
among the ever-changing leaves.
She wept beneath the wild sky
as stars told stories of ancient times.
The flowers grew toward her light,
the river called her name at night.
She could not live an ordinary life,
with the mysteries of the universe
hidden in her eyes....
Author: Christy Ann Martine
Death leaves a heartache no one can heal,
love leaves a memory no one can steal....
Author unknown.
Those really are beautiful, Jul. I can't imagine the skill and patience that it must take to do something like that, but if anybody has proven themselves to have a ton of both of those qualities, it's you. Excellent work!
She lost herself in the trees,
among the ever-changing leaves.
She wept beneath the wild sky
as stars told stories of ancient times.
The flowers grew toward her light,
the river called her name at night.
She could not live an ordinary life,
with the mysteries of the universe
hidden in her eyes....
Author: Christy Ann Martine
Death leaves a heartache no one can heal,
love leaves a memory no one can steal....
Author unknown.
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