I think Lynn Lupetti understands Skilligimink
Sweet Grace
Hush of Dawn
There’s a certain bit of Skilligimink in this painting by Lynn Lupetti.
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Skilligimink Sunset
About a month ago (March 2nd, 2011) folks in Cleveland Heights were treated to a spectacularly Skilligimink sunset. The pinks were coming out so far from the horizon that it was absolutely astounding.
Alas, I only had my iPhone’s onboard camera and not my Canon, so you’ll just have to trust me. This wretched photo just doesn’t do it justice.
Frosty Sky, Pink-tinged Leaves & Branches
As seen outside my tent on a Buckeye Trail backpacking trip with Troop 403 in November, 2010.
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Delta Airlines Boeing 757-232 N610DL “Breast Cancer Awareness”, originally uploaded by MDLPhotoz.
Look! A Skilligimink airplane!!
Grey-blue clouds over red sunset
The Secret Garden
After a week or more of warm, early-spring rain on the moor around Misselthwaite Manor, one morning Mary wakes to find her world a bit different:
“It must be very early,” she said. “The little clouds are all pink and I’ve never seen the sky look like this. No one is up. I don’t even hear the stable boys.”
A sudden thought made her scramble to her feet.
“I can’t wait! I am going to see the garden!”
She had learned to dress herself by this time and she put on her clothes in five minutes. She knew a small side door which she could unbolt herself and she flew downstairs in her stocking feet and put on her shoes in the hall. She unchained and unbolted and unlocked and when the door was open she sprang across the step with one bound, and there she was standing on the grass, which seemed to have turned green, and with the sun pouring down on her and warm sweet wafts about her and the fluting and twittering and singing coming from every bush and tree. She clasped her hands for pure joy and looked up in the sky and it was so blue and pink and pearly and white and flooded with springtime light that she felt as if she must flute and sing aloud herself and knew that thrushes and robins and skylarks could not possibly help it. She ran around the shrubs and paths toward the secret garden.The Secret Garden, by Frances Hodgson Burnett
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You can read the whole of The Secret Garden or just Chapter 15.