"You are the moon, dear love, and I the sea: The tide of hope swells high within my breast, And hides the rough dark rocks of life's unrest When your fond eyes smile near in perigee. But when that loving face is turned from me, Low falls the tide, and the grim rocks appear, And earth's dim coast-line seems a thing to fear. You are the moon, dear one, and I the sea.” ― Ella Wheeler Wilcox
I wanted my grandfather to build me a gypsy caravan and set it up on the edge of the woods, near the stream, looking out over the pasture. I pictured something like this. I can still picture just how I wanted the interior decorated. Wouldn't it've made a beautiful play house for a little girl?
Recycled plastic art | Anya Beaumont "Recently I worked with children from a local primary school to create this beautiful installation of rainbow trees. Initially I asked the children and staff to bring in any non-recyclable plastics they had at home or in school.... I talked to the children about the importance of thinking about what happens to an object after it has been used, and whether we really need many of the plastic items that seem to break so easily. We also discussed