by Michelle Fernanda Varela, Oceanlab Studios
By Studio Me Media
By Studio Me Media
She left the web, she left the loom,
She made three paces thro' the room,
She saw the water-lily bloom,
She saw the helmet and the plume,
She look'd down to Camelot.
—”The Lady of Shalott,” Alfred Lord Tennyson
Photo Credit: Chuck Cap
Photo Credit Maria Ukhvatova
by Chuck Cap.
Four gray walls, and four gray towers,
Overlook a space of flowers,
And the silent isle imbowers
The Lady of Shalott.
—Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Photo Credit: Chuck Cap
But who hath seen her wave her hand?
Or at the casement seen her stand?
Or is she known in all the land,
The Lady of Shalott?
—”The Lady of Shalott,” Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Photo Credit: Chuck Cap
And sometimes thro' the mirror blue
The knights come riding two and two:
She hath no loyal knight and true,
The Lady of Shalott.
--Alfred, Lord Tennyson "The Lady of Shalott”
Photo Credit: Peter Carellini
Me being Byronic. Just me thinking that I’m just as good as Lord Byron and I don’t care if his ghost is mad at me. No big deal or anything. Photo Credit: Chuck Cap.
Just me being super Byronic for a sec. Photo Credit: Chuck Cap.
Samantha Echo in a silly moment by Chuck Cap. Somewhere around Fulton Street, NYC.
By Chuck Cap
