|I took this from the bank of the Thames river. The left frame is two inches higher than the horizon of the other panel, but I still think this is one of my best panoramas from England.|
The Stock Market - No. 8depthRADIUSThe Stock Market - No. 8 by techgnotic
Issue No. 8|Archives
About Stock Market
The inspirational magic of one image awakening the creative muse of hundreds of artists.
This issue's stock image
Valentine by faestock
Summertime Sadness by khellfinte
LADY DOWNSTAIRS1600s by JiaJenn31
|H-A-Cooke's Gallery Key - Part I: h-a-cooke.deviantart.com/journ…|
H-A-Cooke's Gallery Key - Part II: h-a-cooke.deviantart.com/journ…
H-A-Cooke Gallery Key - Part III: h-a-cooke.deviantart.com/journ…
H-A-Cooke's Gallery Key - Part IV: h-a-cooke.deviantart.com/journ…
H-A-Cooke's Polls: h-a-cooke.deviantart.com/journ…
|I am the Founder of one group and Co-Founder of many. Many of the groups I am in give Point Prizes for the contest winners. In order to help out my fellows, and still be able to use points I bought for myself, I need a hand!|
Reflections of Another
The dark. A cold, looming kind of dark that seeps into your bones, it infects and attacks like the worst of disease.
The cool ray of the flashlight, the one she grips in her hand as if her only ally. In this house, the one in which none ever dare enter, she warily explores with wide eyes.
Who says you're the only one?
A mirror leaning against an old, musty wall in an abandoned room from uncounted decades ago- a slight ringing, a beckoning sound. Brushing tender fingers against withering wood, she wanders through the decaying doorway to a room with a single shattered window. A hint, a tiny flash of sunlight illuminates the mirror in an otherwise dull room. Here, it smells of dust and age. She makes her way carefully, stepping lightly on barefoot feet on the cool tiles underneath- they told her not to come, but she's not the sort to listen.
There's a soft crackling in the bare walls as she makes her wall across the deserted floor, no man's land. She hesitates, and waits, then step after
Silver Moon - Harry X Luna, Part 1Luna searched through the crowd of black, blue and red uniforms, looking for one black-robed young wizard in particular. The entrance courtyard of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was a pandemonium of shouted goodbyes, fervent hugs, good-natured handshakes and tearful faces as the students from the three magical schools bid farewell to new and old friends alike before they left for summer break.
As she searched, her mind wandered back over the past year, remembering her encounters with Harry that had resulted in a newfound friendship between them.
"Harry Potter? Harry Potter!" Dumbledore shouted into the silent room. As she heard the Hogwarts headmaster speak, shock