awaiting the arrival of the guests
anticipation gathers in electric frissons on the air excited laughter mingling with the scents of pine needles and spices as children follow the white rabbit into a magical wonderland for a date not to be missed
Imogen's hands shook as she brushed the gathered debris away from the miniature village, her reeling emotions slow to calm. She righted a fallen bench and straightened a leaning signpost. Despite her best efforts, a clinging miasma of neglect remained. The place felt... empty.
fallen leaves lie scattered yesterday's doubts discarded insulating the seeds of hope through winter's long chill
You wend your way across the meadow's open expanse as the early sun casts its glow upon the toadstools and the tumbled leaves. The chill air catches at your throat as you breathe deep. Negativity disperses with the puther of each expelled breath...
gain insight in ascent awakening emotions stultified by society's strictures * gain closure in descent revisiting issues locked within subconscious crypts * gain wisdom with each step overcoming life's adversities so true joy can be found
cross the white bridge transitioning from autumnal dreams into the bleak reality of shadow-cast days awakening to discover the wisdom of the winter crone
joyous laughter echoes over the lake's expanse as small feet kick tumbled leaves into riotous disarray * lakeside memories of chill air nipping at unmuffled skin whilst safely enclosed in loving arms with ducks to feed
see reality mirrored in reflections on the water a semblance of the otherworld glimpsed through the lake's portal with a change of perspective truth is revealed I took a walk around Hartsholme Lake yesterday. The reflections on the water were lovely.
horseshoes clatter metal pealing against cobblestones in a chiming of bells as dreamlike figures ghost by a cavalcade of spirits messengers from the past bearing warning from a time of division and strife for those who care to listen This week's photo was taken at an English Civil War reenactment in my home town of... Continue Reading →
Newly shorn, the meadow lies bare now under the October sun, the golden trim giving accent to the surround of autumnal trees. The air holds a bitter nip that the early light is hesitant to dispel, but the clear sky promises pleasant hours ahead - a welcome change from the wet, windy and overcast days... Continue Reading →
descend into the earth and find shelter within tangled mycelium warmed by a blanket of fallen leaves and dirt whilst earthworms coil amidst encapsulated dreams of sunlight's return * sleep in peaceful slumber untouched by the Crone's icy tears by the crystalline frosts and bitter snowfalls as she mourns her fallen consort and awaits the turning... Continue Reading →
you have two options or so they tell you * door one or door two two ways to enter their boxes to enter four walls constructed from preconceptions and stereotypes two ways to enter four walls designed to hold you bound in their lies * or you could simply choose to keep on walking
the flame sways in meditative radiance * remembering days filled with laughter amidst autumnal golds and browns * breathing air thick with scents of damp earth and ripe berries and rotting plants and sugarbeet * a small hand held within age-gnarled fingers frog wellies stomping through fallen leaves * days now circled beneath the wheel gone... Continue Reading →
Small Comforts Cara dropped onto her bed, tugging the blanket over her shoulders as weariness pinned her to the mattress. Sleep soon began to smother her thoughts. She welcomed its oblivion after the backbreaking work of the day. The voice of the new girl jolted her back to awareness. She was tempted to respond -... Continue Reading →
A Letter from the Past Emmaline hummed softly as she lifted the bundle of pages from the shelf, instinctively weaving magic to ensure the fragile sheets remained intact as she transferred them to the desk. Dust puthered in the air. She turned her face into her cowl, avoiding breathing in the muck with practiced ease.... Continue Reading →
The light that poured in through her window was the only source of illumination in an otherwise dismal existence. They said her harsh treatment was deserved, that her idle ways had led to an inevitable conclusion. Only she knew just how hard she'd strived to avoid such a fate. She tried not to let bitterness... Continue Reading →
look beyond the urban rush and glimpse a vanished world thriving amidst concrete and brick Tucked behind a gate on a busy road in the middle of the city of Lincoln (UK), lies an oasis of green amongst the urban sprawl. The place is well concealed, surrounded by buildings, but walk a short path and... Continue Reading →
darkness creeps sticky tendrils dragging ever deeper into the depths of fear and hate and hopelessness desolation clinging with tar-like viscosity * but don't give up * glimpse the light that lies ahead encompassing hope of better times to come leave the darkness behind and embrace the future's bright promise * don't give up * never give... Continue Reading →
golden rays dance over cloudtops ribbons unfurling in joyous celebration of harvests safely gathered I hadn't even realised I'd taken these dawn shots on the Autumn Equinox until I was sorting through my pictures for the Changing Seasons post and spotted the date on the folder. I was already thinking about using them for a... Continue Reading →
As usual, I took far more photos of toadstools during September than I could possibly include on my Changing Seasons post. I thought I'd share them with you today instead.
seasons shift decorating the land in daubs of gold finger paints wildly applied joy articulated with a child's exuberance whilst leaves crunch underfoot During September, the signs of autumn have become increasingly rife in the meadow and in the wooded area beside the stream. The first leaves have begun to turn, shades of golden brown... Continue Reading →