This woodland is one of the most treasured places to roam, there are earthly delights and hidden finds. It is perhaps a little over trodden, nevertheless flawless when humans are no longer in orbit.
My vision captures something new, every time. An acorn here, a mushroom cap there.
The cycle of seasons is alluring, the transition from summer to autumn. Leaves shifting colours. There was once a time when nature was unspoiled.
You may find me frolicking in the forest, dancing amongst the bluebells or by the sea; exploring caves and watching the waves tumble against the shore.
I like to photograph the world, paint, write and create things, and escape to realms created by storytellers.
I believe in magick and faery tales, myths, folklore and the paranormal.
Come away O human child!
To the waters and the wild,
With a faery hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping,
than you can understand.
W.B. Yeats ~ The Stolen Child
If an eagle gives you a feather, keep it safe.
Remember: that giants sleep too soundly;
That witches are often betrayed by their appetites;
Dragons have one soft spot, somewhere, always;
Hearts can be well-hidden,
And you betray them with your tongue.
Neil Gaiman ~ Instructions
I know a bank where the wild thyme blows,
Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows,
Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine,
With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine;
There sleeps Titania sometime of the night,
Lull'd in these flowers with dances and delight.
William Shakespeare ~ A Midsummer Night's Dream
I met a lady in the meads,
Full beautiful - a faery's child,
Her hair was long, her foot was light,
And her eyes were wild.
John Keats ~ La Belle Dame Sans Merci
Far over the misty mountains cold,
To dungeons deep and caverns old,
We must away ere break of day,
To seek the pale enchanted gold.
The dwarves of yore made mighty spells,
While hammers fell like ringing bells,
In places deep, where dark things sleep,
In hollow halls beneath the fells...