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....

...Maybe....

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.

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Paintings by Jim Warren