King GarGar sat ramrod straight in the saddle. Bringing his sword high in the air, at the count of three, he brought it down. Thus began the canon fire. Within seconds the enemy cavalry was cut to shreds. He raised his swords a second time and shouted, “Enough!” When he brought the sword down, an eery silence fell over the field of battle, pierced only by the occasional whinny of a wounded horse, or cry of a wounded combatant.
Published by Russell Smith
I was born at the American Hospital in Neuilly-sur-Seine, France. I find inspiration in the lives of so many people from Joan of Arc to Oscar Wilde. While my primary avocation is photography, I also enjoy philosophy, theology and most of all, history. My beloved wife, Robin Anne Smith, who passed away in 2013 is an inspiration to me. My beloved partner, Dana is also a great support and inspiration to me. I'd be remiss if I did not mention my cats: Maxwell, Nigel, Pirouette and GarGar. View more posts