Showing posts with label Video. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Video. Show all posts

Aug 9, 2024

"Save Your Tears"

 


Raven was made for the stage, for the live audience that pumped the blood and heat into the music.


Once more with Feeling




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While these two stars and the inspired supporting cast lit up the stage, 

it was the music that drove the production.


Waiting for Nick


Oct 4, 2022

Breathtaking hues as fall officially moves in 🍂

 

The burst of colors were a last swirling fling before the trees went into the final cycle. 

It was an order Kirby accepted—birth, growth, decay, rebirth.

 

The Art of Deception


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The damp air, fat as a soaked sponge, the flickers of light filtering through the trees, the swirl of the oncoming autumn made it all a fine day, in Connor’s opinion, 

to tromp around the wood following the hawks.

 

Shadow Spell










Jan 27, 2020

Robyn Carr Creates Towns we all want to live in




Mel squinted into the rain and darkness, creeping along the narrow, twisting,
muddy, tree-enshrouded road... 


Virgin River 
Robyn Carr



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I love to set my stories in fully fleshed-out locations. When the setting of a story is vivid and realistic, the reader is transported to that place and time, and they want to get to know the people who live and love there. When I’m imagining the setting for a novel, I’m looking for a place so vibrant and dramatic, it plays almost as a character in the story. It lives and breathes.



Nov 7, 2019

Hold Me While You Wait




He said nothing. Tears were clogging his throat. Understanding, she
turned to him. Holding each other, they sat in silence as the sun rose
higher and dried the dew on the tall grass.
"I should never have left you," he murmured.
"We left each other."
"Why?" He tightened his grip. "Why?"
"I've thought about it so many times. I think we couldn't bear to be
happy. That we felt, or I did, that if we could be happy after he was
gone, it would be like dishonoring him. It was wrong."
"Bev." He turned his face into her hair. "Don't go. Please don't go."





Public Secrets






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Jul 6, 2019

Lovers ~ Heroes and Saints







She lifted his head, looked into his eyes. And gave him her magic. 
“Share with me,” she said, drawing him down into the kiss. “Share all.” 
Her light was gilded red against his deepening blue. 
The brilliant thrill flooded her, swamped her as their powers entwined and merged. 
And merged, streamed inside them both. She let herself fly on it, rose to him as he filled her. 
There was a rush like the wind, a stream of sound like a 
hundred harpstrings plucked at once. 
The air swelled. All she was, and all he was, laid open. The air shimmered, 
light against light building to a radiant glow. Even as he moved in her, long, 
slow thrusts that savored the gift, he took her hands. 
Linked fingers curled tight and sparks swirled from them to dance in the air. 
As they climbed, the light brightened, building, 
building toward a flash that burst like lightning. 
And on that burst, he met her mouth with his, and flew with her.



Face The Fire 





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Jun 7, 2019

"Dream It Possible"





How well she remembered those first heady days of lessons. 
Finger exercises, scales, drills, those first simple melodies. 
She felt an echo of that rush of emotion that had come 
when she had learned that she had the
power to turn those printed notes into music.
More than twenty years had passed since that first day, 
that first lesson.





Unfinished Business







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 Dream it possible

Delacey




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“It felt wonderful. I felt wonderful. I wanted to step out on the stage, into
those lights. I wanted to play and have thousands of people listen. I
wanted. And it changed everything.”
“I’m glad for you.” He ran his hands up and down her arms before he
stepped back. “I am. I was worried.”
“It was glorious.” Hugging her arms, she spun away. “And in my heart
I know I never played better. There was such … freedom. I know I could
go back to all the stages, all the halls, and play like that again.”





Unfinished Business






Apr 13, 2019

"The Edge..."






Ryder sat a moment with his homely and sweet-natured dog, 
Dumbass, beside him
while Lady Gaga seduced the edge of glory. 
Chick was pretty weird, Ryder thought, 
but she sure had the pipes.





The Perfect Hope





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"There ain't no reason you and me should be alone "













Lady Gaga
"The Edge of Glory"


Nov 24, 2018

"Rewrite The Stars"








When he sang to her, it was as if he told her there wasn't anyone else,
had never been anyone else. It was more moving than a kiss, more
sexual than a touch.
When they finished, their voices hung a moment, locked together.


Once More With Feeling





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Nov 9, 2018

This Drone Video of Autumn in New England Will Lift Your Soul






Autumn had taken over New England,
with its exceptional style. Trees roared with color, 
and as they passed their peak, the air took on a snap
 that hinted slyly of winter.


Julia @ The MacGregor Brides 


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Everyone has heard about the incredible leaf colors that blanket parts of New England and the Midwest during autumn. But to actually see the red, yellow and orange leaves glowing like embers along hilly landscapes, around glassy lakes and dappled among harbor towns is another thing entirely. 









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It was balmy early autumn, perfect New England weather, 
with the trees just beginning to hint at the wild color to come 
in the evening
light of a slowly deepening sky. 
When he got home, he promised himself, he was going to 
take a glass of wine, sit on his back porch
and survey his kingdom.


Ian @ The MacGregor Grooms








Oct 23, 2018

What makes British accent so attractive?





"Afternoon, sir, ma'am. Hope you had a nice trip."
Philip had an urge to kiss the pilot hard on the mouth for no other reason 
than his cheerful British voice. 







Sweet Revenge





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People tend to think a foreign accent is more interesting and more sexy, says Guy Winch, a psychotherapist from Britain who's long been in the United States, “because in general we tend to value what's less common.”
Americans associate a British accent with someone being “more intelligent, more sophisticated and more competent – and those are all qualities that a lot of people find attractive,”









Jul 3, 2018

9 baby animals stand up (or walk!) for the first time





Then Chris jerked back as the foal shook and shivered and tried out her legs for the first time. 
"She stood up!" Amazed, he stared at his mother. 
"She stood right up. Cathy Jackson's little sister didn't stand up for months and months." 
It pleased him enormously to find his horse superior. 


The Last Honest Woman



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By Jon_York, CC BY-SA 3.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=48375869




Human babies take a long time to do things. They just hang out, letting their parents carry them around for months before they even think about hoisting themselves up and taking a step or two.
Animal babies are a whole different story. 




May 3, 2018

"My Old Kentucky Home"





Each hooked an arm through one of his and strolled to their box to the strains of 
“My Old Kentucky Home.”







True Betrayals





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May 1, 2018

The Kentucky Derby







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That was her picture, the memory Kelsey would take with her, quiet and comforting amid all the colors and the pageantry.
“What are you doing?”
Kelsey said nothing at first, simply took Gabe’s hand in hers. She should have known he would walk into the scene and make himself part of the memory. “Taking a picture. I don’t want all this to get lost with the parties and the press and the pressure.”


True Betrayals






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Apr 25, 2018

Let no man steal away your thyme




Come all ye maidens young and fair / All you that are
blooming in your prime / Always beware and keep your
garden fair / Let no man steal away your thyme.




Connor picked up the melody, flushing a bit when she winked at him and served his soft drink. 
She served the others as well, singing as she did a song of regret and the loss of innocence.
Conversations hushed, and more than a few hearts sighed.


Heart of The Sea





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Mar 6, 2018

Perfect






Raven knew how it needed to be sung: face to face, eye to eye.  
It was a caress of a song, meant for lovers.  The audience was silent now.
Their harmony was close, intricate.  
Raven had once thought it must be like making love.  
Their voices flowed into each other.  






Once More with Feeling




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Mar 3, 2018

Mentions in Nora's Books






"Last night, when I got home, and went in to check on the boys. I heard her first. 
She sings some sort of lullaby."
" 'Lavender's Blue.' It's what you could call her trademark." 
Taking out small clippers, Roz trimmed off a weak side stem. 
"She's never spoken that I've heard, or heard of, but she sings to the children 
of the house at night."
" 'Lavender's Blue.' Yes, that's it. I heard her."




Blue Dahlia





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"Lavender's Blue" (sometimes called "Lavender Blue") is an English folk song and nursery rhyme dating to the 17th century. It has been recorded in various forms since the 20th century and some pop versions have been hits in the US and UK charts.
(wikipedia) 

Feb 13, 2018

This Valentine's, be lovely and Loved






The music drifted out, slow and romantic. "Which is this?"
"'The Rose.' It's a ballad—a standard, I suppose, even today.
"Do you like to dance?"
"Yes. I don't often, but…" 
Her words trailed away as he gathered her close.
"Cal—"
"Shh." He rubbed his cheek against her hair. "I want to hear the words."
They danced—swayed, really—as the music drifted through the speakers. A mother with two squabbling children rested her elbow on her table and watched them with pleasure and envy.
In the glassed in kitchen a man with a bushy mustache tossed pizza dough in quick, high twirls.
"It's sad."
"No." She could dream like this, with her head cushioned on his shoulder and 
her body moving to their inner rhythm.
"It's about how love survives."


Time Was





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Jan 21, 2018

Mentions in Nora's Novels





Then we went into 'Somewhere,' from West Side Story. Do you know it?"
"I've heard it." Dylan leaned back and lit a cigarette. 





The Last Honest Woman







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Jan 9, 2018

"The Dark Night of the Soul"







Fascinated, he shut off the engine.
And heard the music.
It filled the world. A strong, sweet female voice, twined around strings and pipes 
lifted with sunrise over the endless white.
It soared over him when he stepped out of the truck and seemed to come 
from the air or the earth or the sky.


Northern Lights



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"I was just. . . what's that music?"
"Loreena McKennit. Like it?"
"It's amazing. It's like . . . God."
She laughed. "You're the first man I've met who'll admit She's a woman."


Northern Lights



Dec 10, 2017

Driving Home For Christmas






What ten years hadn’t changed was what was inside.
He was still looking for roots, for his place.
That was why he was heading back to Quiet Valley.
The road still twisted and turned through the woods, up the mountains and down again, as it had when he’d headed in the opposite direction on a Greyhound. Snow covered the ground,smooth here, bumpy there where it was heaped over rocks. In the sunlight, trees shimmered with it. 
Had he missed it?
He’d spent one winter in snow up to his waist in the Andes. He’d spent another sweltering in Africa. The years ran together, but oddly enough, Jason could remember every place he’d spent Christmas over the last ten years, though he’d never celebrated the holiday. The road narrowed and swept into a wide curve. He could see the mountains, covered with pines and dusted with white. 
Yes, he’d missed it.


Home for Christmas




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Driving in my car
I'm driving home for Christmas
Driving home for Christmas
With a thousand memories

I take look at the driver next to me
He's just the same
Just the same