1)This is a photo of a forest near Ploumanach (a little town in north brittany). I was seated near that pond, and thinking about TEF... The atmosphere was so calm , and the water was silver-like, full of dancing reflects.

2)That's me and my mother's dog, in the same forest.

3)Ploumanach's harbor: You see there huge pinkish rocks: there was the same rocks in the forest: very impressive, magic was there

4)A spider net: this photo was taken just near the beach, in the bushes, by a rainy day.

Ho!, and I would like you too listen a ancient french song. It's a a sad, well known story about a girl who change into a white doe during the night. She asks her mother to stop her brother who hunts her each night (he doesn't know that's his sister), but at the end the white doe get killed and she's eaten during a banquet. When the brother ask "we're about to eat, where's my sister Marguerite?" She answers: "don't look for me anymore, I'm seated just near you: my head is in your plate, and my poor bones are roasting in your oven..."
Here is the link:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eKacVj8TdGQ

the call by fortwolifetimes, made at DoInk.com

...wolf...

Piebald deer pic I found on google *shrug* Kind of creepy, eh?

Also semi-related:



This doe I met at the zoo, I was wondering how she got her facial markings like that. So I'm wondering if she was a piebald deer too.

Because it's all totally part of the phase at the moment. *Sheep*
Besides, it's fun.



Then I drew this one. In my head I was thinking of puppet strings. This stag has many strings, and a lot of them aren't mine.
And for every individual who forgets, one of these strings snap, and with it a part of his existance fades also.
He needs to be known, seen, heard, needed, remembered, or else he ceases to exist.