Friday, March 6, 2009

Beautiful Pictures

I don't think I was the only little girl who dreamed of being a fairy princess.
I must have spent hours in my backyard imagining that my favorite climbing tree was a magical castle treehouse.
Or that our playhouse was my fairy godmother's forest cottage.
Or that when I was jumping from the roof of my neighbors shed onto the roof of my other neighbors shed, that I was actually leaping across a chasm of lava while I was escaping from the clutches of the evil troll king.
Or maybe I would just curl up in my hammock and read a book, letting someone else tell the story, but still picturing myself as the heroine.
I thought if only I could reach that dream world; if I could just reach far enough, just turn at the right time, peek through the right wardrobe, wake up in the middle of the right dream, maybe I could find it.
Maybe it wasn't a fantasy, maybe it was real, right there, and if I could just hold my wrist the right way....just maybe....I could reach it....
I suppose this is why pictures like this appeal to me.
They cater to my dreams, to the fanastic.
To what I know will never be, but what I will never stop dreaming of.
Paintings by Jim Warren


Living on the Spit said...

WHAT? I'm not a princess?

Love the Tinkerbell one...these are really beautiful.

Chet and Liz Hugo said...

I was never the princess. I was the one fighting the bad guys. What does this say about me?--Liz

Chuck and Nancy said...

I enjoyed the pix. I think I read so I could go do. I have, and will.

Carrie and Karl said...

The reason I like books so much is that I can be anyone, the pirate, the princess, the vampire, or a girl on PEI.
I like the pictures