Sky

I have never seen clouds like them. My youngest daughter and I had gone into the garden to search for tree frogs enticed into the open with the recent rain, but the sky distracted me. 

The rainbow was the most brilliant I had ever seen. Scolded for dereliction of my frog-hunting duty, I tried to pay attention to the hidden life of the ground, but the sky had me desperately taking photos as the light changed with every second. 

The rainbow faded - in it's place were the strangest clouds, rounded and illuminated in eerie pinks. 

I ran inside to fetch the rest of the family - but when I returned they had gone.  

 

After the Rain

 

Heat is cloying during the day, and then a sudden downpour, and the evening light is magical. Our thirsty plants transform into something fantastical. Raindrops cling to leaves and flowers and one can almost sense the greenery rejoice. 

Home

 

My grandmother's death brought me south, and while grief and loss remain, it was so good to be home after so long. 

Since my return north bad timing and bad luck has had my family batted between isolation, quarantine and back to isolation. With four already tired and cranky children this has not been fun, but I got to go home. 

For the first time in over a year I felt the weight lift from my shoulders, the heaviness from my bones, the edge of desperation dissipate. 

Home.  

Dance into a Dream-Fight

 

Fantastical

Creating worlds I find inspiration in observing the world around. Creating a fictional world for a fae-otherworld I take note of the miniature in this world. Fantastical structures of web and vine astound me in their ingenuity and other-ness. Lines from Midsummer's Night Dream weave around my head. My camera is clumsy at catching the fall of light on the gossamer webs that hold ornate structures together, but in testing it I am forced to look more closely at all the silken strands and my imagination works at seeing the world through the eyes of something as small as a spider.