Just me being super Byronic for a sec. Photo Credit: Chuck Cap.

Just me being super Byronic for a sec. Photo Credit: Chuck Cap.

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by Sarah Erin Studios

by Madeline Edalow

by Michelle Fernanda Varela, Oceanlab Studios

by Chuck Cap

And sometimes thro' the mirror blue The knights come riding two and two: She hath no loyal knight and true, The Lady of Shalott. --Alfred, Lord Tennyson "The Lady of Shalott”Photo Credit: Peter Carellini

by Chuck Cap

By Chuck Cap

Photo Credit Maria Ukhvatova

She left the web, she left the loom, She made three paces thro' the room, She saw the water-lily bloom, She saw the helmet and the plume, She look'd down to Camelot.—”The Lady of Shalott,” Alfred Lord TennysonPhoto Credit: Chuck Cap

By Chuck Cap

Samantha Echo in a silly moment by Chuck Cap. Somewhere around Fulton Street, NYC.

Samantha Echo in a silly moment by Chuck Cap. Somewhere around Fulton Street, NYC.

Me being Byronic. Just me thinking that I’m just as good as Lord Byron and I don’t care if his ghost is mad at me. No big deal or anything. Photo Credit: Chuck Cap.

Me being Byronic. Just me thinking that I’m just as good as Lord Byron and I don’t care if his ghost is mad at me. No big deal or anything. Photo Credit: Chuck Cap.

by Michelle Fernanda Varela

But who hath seen her wave her hand? Or at the casement seen her stand? Or is she known in all the land, The Lady of Shalott? —”The Lady of Shalott,” Alfred, Lord TennysonPhoto Credit: Chuck Cap

by Chuck Cap

Four gray walls, and four gray towers, Overlook a space of flowers, And the silent isle imbowers The Lady of Shalott. —Alfred, Lord TennysonPhoto Credit: Chuck Cap

by Chuck Cap

by Sarah Erin Studios