Wassail, traveler, and welcome to The Gable Grey -- a place of retreat, of renewal, and of resistance: a tree-shaded refuge in Dark Times. Now pass the threshold, and rest from journeys! For a cold wind is blowing; and here, if you wish, you may hear tidings of the world without...

Tuesday, December 18, 2007

Another has left these shores...




I discovered that one of my favorite fantasy illustrators, Angus McBride,

died earlier this year. I usually am not too saddened by celebrity deaths, but this one hits me harder than most. McBride's art served as covers for many MERP campaign and adventure guidebooks published by Iron Crown Enterprises back in the 1980's and early 1990's. His work helped shape my ideas of what certain peoples and areas in Middle-earth might look like. I had not thought about him in a long while; I suppose I took his work for granted.


Angus, I hope you found that far green country under a swift sunrise. You are missed.


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Whiles carried o'er the iron road,
We hurry by some fair abode;
The garden bright amidst the hay,
The yellow wain upon the way,
The dining men, the wind that sweeps
Light locks from off the sun-sweet heaps --
The gable grey, the hoary roof,
Here now -- and now so far aloof.
How sorely then we long to stay
And midst its sweetness wear the day,
And 'neath its changing shadows sit,
And feel ourselves a part of it.
Such rest, such stay, I strove to win
With these same leaves that lie herein.

-- William Morris, from
"The Roots of the Mountains"