28 Oct

Come take a train ride through the falling leaves!

Posted by Bay Sweetwater in Everyday life.

Come ride the Autumn Express through my land in the Farhaven sim of Second Life. You’ll find a bright autumn landscape full of red and gold trees, piles of leaves, woodland paths, and wildlife. And now a train runs through it! DJDino Oh gave away this train set away as a freebie at the Dreams sim, and I built a track through my autumn woods. You can hop off at any time and “Be the Falling Leaves” in a giant leaf globe (donated by Attica Bekkers at Dreams – it’s tremendous!), or scuffle through leaves on the winding paths, sit in the hot tub, or relax in the Elf Tree in fields of gold. And if you’re adventurous, take a ride on a floating leaf off the top of cliff. Please come. I love visitors. You can teleport directly by clicking here.

P.S. Machinima coming soon!

19 Sep

Gone Autumn

Posted by Bay Sweetwater in Machinima, Poems, Videos.

There’s something about autumn that brings out sadness, isn’t there? I’m so blue today and don’t know why. Maybe it’s because it’s my rez day. Two years. Where has the time flown? Anyway, that’s where my poem below came from — and then my machinima below that. Sadness can be beautiful sometimes.

GONE AUTUMN

Wind and chimney smoke, and winter closing in

I was thinking of a woman in whose arms I wished I’d been

Through falling leaves, her house was just ahead,

But on her door she’d hung a sign that read:

Gone autumn,

I’ll be back around real soon.

P.S. Maybe some sunny day in June.

I’d seen her in the grocery, close to tears.

Just touched her hand politely, happy to be near.

I asked her could I help, she shook her head.

So much pain, and so much wasn’t said.

Been thinking of the things I wish I’d told her

And would my arms be big enough to hold her?

She’s flown, just like the geese this time of year.

My heart is close behind, oh, close behind her.

It’s a small town, and the news soon got around

She found a home cross-state and settled down.

I got myself a map, I’m sure I’ll find her

My heart is close behind, oh close behind her.

Gone autumn.

I’ll be back around real soon.

P.S. Maybe some sunny day in June.

– Bay Sweetwater, September 2010