An eternal wanderer…
Excerpt from Spirits of the Dead
Thy soul shall find itself alone
’Mid dark thoughts of the grey tomb-stone;
Not one, of all the crowd, to pry
Into thine hour of secrecy.
The breeze, the breath of God, is still,
And the mist upon the hill
Shadowy, shadowy, yet unbroken,
Is a symbol and a token.
How it hangs upon the trees,
A mystery of mysteries !
After converting to black and white and tweaking curves and contrasts a bit in Photoshop CS4, I added two textures of mine plus a blurry image of my niece in a period dress.
Featured in the group Before and After on November 21, 2010