, Somewhere in time

Beyond fantasy... Beyond obsession... Beyond time itself... someday in the past  he will find her....
These are the things which come to my mind whenever I see this photo.  Her subtle magic smile, the look on her face , they all  charm me. I really like this photo. 
I made some other monochrome versions of it with various ways of processing ,but this one I like the most.  You can see another version  of it here on my .

Medieval Festival Vianden 3-Aug-2008

, Meet Shyantra

Let me introduce  you Shyantra . Well, in fact, that is not her  real name but I really like to call  her this way.


Medieval Festival Vianden 3-Aug-2008


, To A Lady Playing The Harp by Paul Laurence Dunbar


Thy tones are silver melted into sound,
And as I dream
I see no walls around,
But seem to hear
A gondolier
Sing sweetly down some slow Venetian stream.
Italian skies—that I have never seen—
I see above.
(Ah, play again, my queen;
Thy fingers white
Fly swift and light
And weave for me the golden mesh of  love.)

Oh, thou dusk sorceress of the dusky eyes
And soft dark hair,
‘T is thou that mak’st my skies
So swift to change
To far and strange;
But far and strange, thou still dost make them
Now thou dost sing, and I am lost in thee
As one who drowns
In floods of melody.
Still in thy art
Give me this part,
Till perfect love, the love of loving crowns.

Medieval Festival Vianden 3-Aug-2008

       The Harph Player

, Nuit des légendes: entre mythe et réalité

“Nuit des Legendes”  is a  yearly event at the  Esch sur  Sure Castle where  for 2 nights ancient stories of the land  are told . Fantasy is mystically blended  with reality for the guests’ entertainment . Actors, musicians and clowns ,  they all  put up  together a terrific show  which one might very well enjoy.   I attended the event 2 times in the past and  felt great to be there particularly in 2008, when I managed, in my opinion,  to take one of my best photographs.  You can see it here on my (use slide show for better viewing) .
Esch sur Sure Castle at night

Esch sur Sure Castle at Night
Nuit des Legendes setup
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The Messenger

 The Dove Poem
John Keats

I had a dove, and the sweet dove died;

And I have thought it died of grieving:

Oh, what could it grieve for? its feet were tied

With a silken thread of my own hands’ weaving.

Sweet little red feet! Why should you die–

Why would you leave me, sweet bird! why?

You lived alone in the forest tree;

Why, pretty thing! would you not live with me?

I kiss’d you oft and gave you white peas;

Why not live sweetly, as in the green trees?

, Luxembourg, The Grand Duchy

The Grand Duchy of Luxembourg is a country surrounded by Belgium, France and Germany, and its history has been inextricably linked with that of its larger neighbors. It is largely made up of rolling hills and forests.

Luxembourg lies on the cultural divide between Romance Europe and Germanic Europe, borrowing customs from each of the distinct traditions. Luxembourg is a trilingual country: German, French and Luxembourgish are official languages.
Luxembourg is a parliamentary representative democracy with a constitutional monarch; it is ruled by a Grand Duke. It is the world's only remaining sovereign Grand Duchy. The country has a highly developed economy, with the highest Gross Domestic Product per capita in the world as per IMF and WB. Its historic and strategic importance dates back to its founding as a Roman era fortress site and Frankish count's castle site in the Early Middle Ages. It was an important bastion along the Spanish Road when Spain was the principal European power influencing the whole western hemisphere and beyond in the 16th–17th centuries.
The economic structure of Luxembourg is based mainly in banking, insurance, and the steel industry. Agriculture and wine production are also important.

Sunset over the city (of Luxembourg)

Notre Damme de Luxembourg