I do believe I shall use this one for my project...
By the way, I love your ankh pendant from the other stock photos in this series. I wandered through many strange back alleyways in Cairo to find mine, and was almost dragged off by several vendors in the process.
Mine has a humble origin, found around the age of 11, called to me from a plethora of vendors at some basement sale. But it developed a DEEP significance. I wore it and wore it and wore it, now it is so worn, for I wore it impractically on a long chain without a proper buffer, that the chain nearly ate through (I didn't realize that could happen). I'm glad that luck had me catch this before it simply popped off somewhere. It has a place of honor near my daily life, but it was permitted to play, be worn, in those shots, first time in years and years. I do miss wearing it. Perhaps I shall have it enforced by a jeweler worth their salt.
I paused on these realizations greatly, stopped in my tracks, as in only that photo is the symbol so visible and it was the one chosen for the honor. Also a coincidence with other things that have been on my mind...or perhaps; wonderfully mysterious.
I'd love to see yours some time. I can't imagine what roaming around Cairo would do to my intuitive natures!!
Roaming around Cairo has a brilliant effect on intuitive natures!! Perhaps I'll start working on that self-portrait I've always intended on doing and include my ankh in there. I was lucky, I have two charms on this chain that I happened to find in my house when I bought the first one. A celtic triplicate dragon (you can see it in most of the old pictures in my gallery) and my ankh. I don't think I've taken this necklace off in.... three years, except to add the ankh to it, and it's still holding up strong.
Basement sales are the best places to find strange artifacts. Trash digging is very good too. I found a reproduction salvador dali painting in someone's garbage once.
Peeeerfect. Ah, Nothing tops off mayhem with a twist of evil quite like a stogie.
I remember when I thought cigars were gross and stinky, since that's what everyone said they were and then...I got an urge to try one and now I like 'em, even though they are gross and stinky. My apartment (non-smoking *cough*) smells like 'em for days.
Of course that was the basement so...jim dandy (mind the flammable paint cans...or not ).