Rest in Peace Nancy Wilson
Author: dancingpalmtrees
An African/Native American Queen, Wordsmith, Photographer, Free Spirit and Teacher.
Macy’s Holiday Windows
Macy’s Holiday Windows
I had to make a quick trip into the City for an errand. Since I had to pass by Macy’s to get to my destination I stopped to take a few photos of the Holiday Windows. It was a madhouse over there so I skipped the Windows with the Yes Virginia There is a Santa Claus display. Macy’s puts that one every year.
This year Santa Claus has been projected into the future and the Reindeer have been replaced by a Super sonic sled. Rudolph was downsized! Lots of Snowmen in space suits!
No I don’t go inside Macy’s. Way too many People. Crowds make me nervous.
For me that’s an instant anxiety panic attacks. I don’t attend Holiday parties either.
I prefer Silent Nights and Days.
However the Store Windows are Cool.
Took this picture in Penn Station. First time I ever saw a Black Elf. Guess Santa Claus got Affirmative Action!
A nice young lady dressed up like an Elf gave me this brochure for Dr. Seuss ‘ How The Grinch Stole Christmas– The Musical. Stephen would Love this.
If I had extra money I would take my brother Stephen but times are tight so Broadway shows are out of the question.
Our Daughters Pull Stars from the Sky
Our Daughters Pull Stars from the Sky
Universes from Oceans Depths
She cuts Reeds from Nubian Nile Ready to craft The Holy Papyrus Scrolls summoning Life from desiccated Forms.
Call Forth the Hebrew Prince of Egypt. Performing sacred rites while reciting from Holy Scrolls.
Within each ruminations of Her and she employing that speckled eye Language to clean out ragged rustic dreams. A not so pampered She Wolf Guided by Arboreal Voices
One day a witch the next an Oracle.
Reeds for Stylus
Every hexagon honeycomb a container of worlds.
Oh Queens of Civilizations lost to time and Memory. Beseeching the Breakers of bonds. Destroyer of Delusion.
Upon being dropped from great heights through cumulus formations nearly succumbing to the lowest of Depths.
Our Wings were made stronger enabling us to Fly.
Some Flew while others took Refuge in Caves only to be impaled by stalagmites and stalagtites. Their corpses a horrendous warning to cocky explorers who fail to heed Voices of the doomed.
The Grandmother Clock bellowed in pain filled prayers.
Creeping Vines weaving out moss carpet roads giving directions to frantic minds. Covering Spaces while mending broken Places.
Watch “Where Peaceful Waters Flow” on YouTube
Presenting my latest acrylic painting named, Submersion. Seaside Themes.
Where Peaceful Waters Flow sung by Gladys Knight and The Pips
My most recent acrylic painting that I call, Submersion.
Submersion
Peaceful Waters Flowing Series
Rivers of Oceanic Lakes Filled Seasides
Message Monday
Brooklyn Street Mural featuring the late Great Artist Jean Michel Basquiat.
Message Monday
Jean Michel Basquiat. Back in the 1970s His graffiti Tag name was Samo. He’s buried in Brooklyn.
Espiritu en Fuego/A Fiery Spirit 