Tag: imagineering

Castle Hogwarts

High above the town, looms the magnificent castle of Hogwarts Wizarding School.
We enter the Castle via the massive underground labyrinth. You never know what you may find in the basement of Hogwart’s. This statue of a Hunchbacked Witch figures into Harry Potter’s tale.
Roaming the twisting and turning corridors of Hogwarts castle you are sure to see some amazing things. These portraits aren’t content to smile pretty, they talk to each other and even leave their frames to visit their neighbors.
Our day at the school has come to end as the night envelopes the castle.

We make our way back though the dark streets of Hogsmeade.
Perhaps we have time for one last drink before we leave. It’s a rather quiet evening at the Hogshead tavern in the town. Normally, the place is bustling with witches and wizards.
The namesake of the Hog’s Head Tavern. Here’s a tip, tip the bartender and you may see something fun.
After a delicious frozen Butterbear, we grab an ice cold Pumpkin Juice for the walk back to the Hogwarts Express and reality.
by janoseagle

To The Forbidden Mountain

Dawn
Overlooking the MountainsEarly Morning in the village of Serka Zhong. Gupta's Gear

As dawn tries to banish the night, I make my way through the desolate village. Other trekkers have already made their way to the local coffee shop and are getting ready for the climb.

The Temple Mandir

Not quite daylight and not still night. A blue light is cast over the temple.

The Trekking Office

The Trekking Office in the village isn’t open for business yet, so I wander around the buildings.

Mr. Panika's Shop

Mr. Panika’s Shop is getting ready. If you can’t find it here, you probably don’t really need it.

Wall of Art ?

I walk through the empty Yeti Museum. The locals have a special relationship with the Protector of the Forbidden Mountain.

THe Yeti Museum

The Yeti

by janoseagle

In Search of the Yeti

The land of enchantment holds both magic and terror. The abandoned remains of temples, offer clues to the long lost inhabitants. But the question remains as to why they left.

Long silenced bells, hang quietly in the air, waiting for a chance to ring out. Do they tell of joy and celebration or send a warning ?

The craftsmanship of the people is overwhelmingly beautiful and complex.

What could have caused everyone to vanish so suddenly ?

Could the carvings in this temple offer a clue ?

Darkness falls and the mountain winds cry

Are shadows moving along the mountain ?

by janoseagle