Thank You, Caissa and Hatshepsut!

Caissa Amat first contacted me to do an article for The Looking Glass, an online Second Life publication. When I discovered she was a painter, I asked her to show her work at my gallery. Now the article has been published; you can read it here. Hatshepsut is the photographer who took that luscious pic of me in my gallery.

Foggy Day in Bodega

It was one of those grey, foggy days and my mood matched the weather.


I flew to Steve's cairn and spent a little time in soft sad remembrance.


Looked up and saw AnalogDog and the Empire State Building rising into the foggy sky. Just a passing mood.

Greenbrier Wood Explored

Arriving I wandered the winding road through the Wood along a steep hillside, which made me feel a bit uneasy, as I could not stop from running into things.


I found there some glowing crystals, mysterious and alluring.


A gypsy cart called to me, and I rested for a moment.

I ascended a tower and overlooked the Wood.

The treehouse was, alas, unapproachable.

The island, small and romantic, beckoned on the horizon.

A small gazebo sat on a hillside overlooking the panorama.

Greenbrier Wood is still in development. It is by Adrek Lowell, the same person who created Chakryn Forest.

Sailing to (and in) Seaside Village

Come on in, the water's fine!


I can see the Empire State Building from here!



I hope the arch of the bridge is high enough! (It is.)

Along the shores of the Old Coast ...

Old Coastie!

Ferry Cross the Mersey and BEYOND!

It all began with a jaunt to famous places, one of which was The Cavern, where the Beatles got their start, and thence to the Ferry which Crosses the Mersey.


Osprey has been ribbed quite a bit about having switched to prim hair, but this shot illustrates her charming new hairdo, not to mention her elfin piquance.


Then Young joined us and we decided to visit Versailles, which has a dress code. Osprey and I bought 17th-Century dresses and wigs, and whisked off to the ballroom.



And then there were two. Young was summoned by an Unseen Presence to dine in some Other World. We assume it was a Sumptuous Feast.


We betook ourselves to Missing Mile, in Soap. It was a darkly chaotic town, which provided scooters. In our costumes, we were an oddity, but no one commented, even when we scooted into houses and poked around.


A passage to India provided me with this luscious view, but few sights other than modern houses and sandy islets.

Finally in Taste of India we stood beside a lagoon and conversed with a couple of the habitues, one of whom was attired in Indian style, the other in ... Mondo Bizarro style. Charming people met randomly.

Osprey put "Afghanistan" into the general Search slot and came up with ... Travlin Mendicant! We have not seen him for many a month; perhaps he was caught in some scam or other and jailed in a bleak and desolate place. Shades of "The Comedians"!

Flight of Dreams

I spent some idle, happy time with Young, who has returned from her exotic travels. She was kind enough to take me to see two of the sites she had mentioned in her blog, Far Away,and Chakryn Forest.

The wheatfield of dreams is melancholy and exuberant at once. The violin transports us to a video voyage.

Young made herself a delectable corpse, posing as Marat in his final moments (as portrayed by David's painting).

At the end of this tour, we sat quietly conversing on eternal verities (Death is an Appointment with the Cosmic Dentist) in the Forest. Serene time taken to appreciate our World.

Caught in the Act

Salazar took this great pic of The Droplettes in the midst of our act. To elucidate, this is a photo from inside a tiki bar drink looking at spilled Mai Tai. The droplets are dancing and so is the two-cherry, orange slice drink decoration.

Today Osprey recorded our act for posterity, whoever that may be.

I Was Sailing Along ...

I was just sailing and enjoying the afternoon, when I spied Khamon Fate looking like he was in a trance, in the water. I spoke to him but he did not respond.


I dove in and swam to him, thinking he might be drowning. I planned to help him to shore.


He seemed unresponsive*, so I swam on, pondering his fate (pun intended).
He later called me to say I had seen his ghost (!!??!!), and that he is fine.


In fact, I swam to Osprey's place on Bodega Bay, which looked so inviting.

I lay down in the late afternoon sun and slept.

When I awoke it was very late indeed, and getting chilly, so I went home to dress for dinner.

Kahruvel by Windlight

Seduced by Windlight

Holiday Lights

I saw these strings of star lights at Ingrid Ingersoll's apartment in Grignano the other day and admired them. I IM'd Lo Jacobs to ask if she sold them, and she very kindly gave me a set with full permissions!

I put them up on my house this evening, while visiting with Osprey. I commented that it was very "old SL" of Lo to give them to me. She said it seemed like decades had passed since we first lived in SL. Things have changed a lot, it is true, but people are still generous, at least some of them are.

Hangin With the Mantelope

Today I was talking on IM to HBA and he said he was having an epic battle, Combat Card style. He said it was going on forevah, because they were so evenly matched. I said (untruthfully, if you must know) I would fly to his side and bind up his wounds.

When I arrived in the sky above HBA Island, he handily dispatched his opponent, one Pinkie Delcon, on the left in the photo. She claims to be a hellcat, but she looked more pussycat to me, even with her Shoes of Death.

Have You Seen This Man?

I am not sure why he changed, but this is how Fuzzy looked the last time I heard from him. It has only been a few days, but I feel strange, as if ... oh, never mind, I am sure nothing is wrong.

Mantelope Detective

HBA somehow got involved in Ed's frameup for the murder of someone named Gandalf(?), who I think is really Fuzzy Bunyip, but no matter. Ed told HBA Eileen would know if Oz was trying to frame Ed. She did not think so. She thinks that if Oz wanted to harm Ed he would simply kill him with a car bomb.

In the process of discussing all this, she got to see HBA's cave, which she liked except for the octopus, which she says is ookie.

Another Photo Studio

Last night I spoke with Anhinga Chaika, whom I had met at Tempietto, Young Geoffrion's amazing build. We spoke of coyotes, so I gave her my Coyote painting and my Coyote outfit. She invited me to her photography studio, where she made some headshots for me. She does portrait work and has a fully-equipped studio.

Later her friend IF arrived, a red wolf. I changed into my wolf look, and we exchanged thoughts for a while, but then I had to go to bed (we wolves/coyotes need our sleep).

Lucy, I'm Home!

Lucy is back! I was sitting conversing with her on all sorts of spiritual and philosophical subjects, in the room she uses on her friend's land. She says that some people are upset that she is homeless, but that it does not bother her at all.
We are both looking forward to the new show!

Nasty Spiky Cudgel

Osprey told me there was a spiky nasty thing on the ground at the Combat Cards area in Europa, but nothing was there. She arrived and restored it, and gave me one of my very own.

Now I have a mace/cudgel! Not something I have dreamed of owning, but it is quite threatening, so I will whip it out in case of bandits.

Note Hal in the background, with his red-hot glowing sword. He is made of "leftovers" Os said ... so she had leftover brains, bones, and so forth. Makes ya wonder ... what are they leftovers from? Some meal she had weeks ago? Were they refrigerated?