🌟 Cheers to the Monocle Man Team!
Lynx, Luga, Willow, and Kit Boyd, your collaboration is second to none. A toast to the mystery-solvers, the strategists, the legends!
Lynx is owner of Monocle Man
Just one of his Viking photos reveals so much — the rugged life they led, the vast oceans they crossed, and the fearless spirit that drove them.
Battle In The Snow
There’s something captivating in Lynx Luga’s photos — every landscape, every face, feels like a story waiting to be heard.
Sticks and stones
Sticks and Stones is truly colorful.
Facing The Storm
Waking the Kraken
The sky turns black, the sails grow tight,
The sea begins to snarl and bite.
A whisper rides the rising foam—
The kind that warns: Turn back, go home.
But onward still, through wind and wrack,
We tempt the deep, no turning back.
Each wave a roar, each gust a scream,
The world a fractured sailor’s dream.
To face this storm in moody seas
Is waking beasts we shouldn’t tease.
Like pirate tales where fate is cast,
We’ve stirred the Kraken up at last.
Its shadow swells beneath the keel,
A dread no man was meant to feel.
And now the storm, with writhing grace,
Becomes the monster’s cold embrace.
Lynx Luga is a talented artist known for his captivating virtual photography, particularly within the Second Life community. His work has been featured in various exhibitions and publications, showcasing his unique perspective and creative vision.
To celebrate his talent, you can explore his work on Flickr and New World Notes, where his images have been highlighted for their artistic quality and emotional depth. Additionally, his pieces have been included in exhibitions such as "Spring Time on Green Acres" at the Petite Industrial Art Center.
If you're interested in showcasing his work or learning more about his artistic journey, these platforms provide a rich collection of his creations.
Let me know if you'd like assistance in creating a digital gallery or presentation to celebrate Lynx Luga's artistry!
Willow. Monocle Man dj and Flickr mod
Willow’s Second Life Landscapes
Willow’s landscapes in Second Life,
Draw you back, erase all strife.
Each sim a world you want to roam,
A place that feels like coming home.
Truly wow, sights to see,
Visiting again feels like poetry.
hey that's mine
Heart of Scotland
Heart of Scotland
The heart of Scotland beats in Willow,
Echoes of her roots run deep and low.
Mist and mountains, ancient and bold,
Whisper stories her soul has told.
In every glen, in every stream,
She finds the thread of her old dream—
A homeland’s spirit, wild and free,
Living on in Willow’s memory.
The Wise Old Tree
A wise old tree, so strong and tall,
Holds stories sweet from long ago.
She knows just who was there and when,
The whispers of forgotten men.
Her branches tell of days gone by,
Of laughter, tears beneath the sky.
In every ring, a tale to share—
Of who she is, and who stood there.
wise old Tree
Kit Boyd, co-owner of Monocle Man, is a true artist in Second Life. Her seascapes and landscapes aren’t just visually stunning — they tell a story. Each scene she creates carries a quiet narrative, a sense of place and emotion that invites you to linger, to wonder, and to feel. Whether it’s a windswept shore or a tranquil countryside, Kit’s work whispers tales of time, memory, and imagination. There’s a gentle magic in the way she brings life to land and sea.
Kit's still life's are breathtaking! She has such a delicate eye for composition and a quiet magic in the way she captures light and texture. Every piece feels like a little story frozen in time, doesn't it? There's something almost meditative about her work — like she's inviting you to slow down and really see each object.
Advice from the ocean:
Be shore of yourself. Come out of your shell. Take time to coast. Avoid pier pressure. Sea life’s beauty. Don’t get so tide down on work that you miss out on life’s beautiful waves.
oh..... and watch out for the bubble blowing crabs ☺
♥
She held the moon the way she held her own heart....
.... as if it was the only light that could guide her through
the darkest nights.
As Kit Held the Moon
As Kit held the moon for a moment in time,
the tide paused, listening.
A hush fell over sea and land,
as if the world remembered itself
through her eyes.
In the stillness of her landscapes,
stories bloom —
of weathered stones, forgotten docks,
a breeze that knows your name.
And just like that,
with brush or build,
she gives the moment back to us —
gently,
whole,
and glowing.
Lighthouse on The Shore...
I stand as a sentinel by day and night,
winking my eye to provide sailors light.
Huge waves hit my feet, yet I stay strong,
and I will remain on duty all year long
I love to feel the sea spray on my face,
and try to make the ocean a safer place
by warning the sailors of jagged rocks,
and guide them safely to local docks.
Part of Poem
~by Jan Allison
Kit Boyd’s Lighthouse
The wind hums hymns through salted air,
Light dances soft on water’s glare,
Her lighthouse stands where dreams behave—
Heaven in light, in wind, in wave.
Poem By Willow
A Heartfelt Thank You to the Monocle Man Team
This month, we celebrate the incredible talent behind Monocle Man. Each artist brings a unique voice—through still life's that hold a breath of time, seascapes that shimmer with emotion, and landscapes that tell quiet, powerful stories.
To Kit Boyd, whose lighthouses, winds, and waves feel like a piece of heaven.
To Willow, whose landscapes draw us back again and again, each one steeped in soul and story.
To Lynx, whose creative spirit and vision add depth, atmosphere, and a touch of magic to the world you’ve built.
From bold imagination to delicate detail, your work transforms spaces into experiences. Thank you for sharing your gifts with us—we’re endlessly inspired.
Here’s to you: the storytellers, the visionaries, the dreamers of Monocle Man.
Poem By Willow
Monocle Man Gallery
— A Home for Artists
Beneath the eaves where ivy clings,
Where windowpanes wear rainbow wings,
There stands a place both quiet and grand—
The Gallery kept by the Monocle Man.
Its doors don’t creak; they sigh hello,
To dreamers drifting soft and slow.
Inside, the walls don’t simply show—
They listen, hum, and gently glow.
A canvas here, a sketchbook there,
A poet’s whisper fills the air.
A dancer paints with silent feet,
While sculptors mold the heart’s heartbeat.
The Monocle Man, with hat and grace,
Moves through the rooms like time and space.
He doesn’t ask for polished fame—
Just truth, and love, and honest flame
He knows that art is not a race,
But something sacred, taking place.
A breath, a sigh, a spark, a start—
A home for hands that carry heart.
So if you’ve wandered, lost, apart,
With trembling lines or bursting art,
You’ll find your space, your thread, your clan—
Here, with the kindly Monocle Man.
