THE BIG WHITE

IN THE WOODS

a walk in the woods at the weekend,

spring's first blooms. 

a brook bubbling to its heart's content,

buds pushing through,

fragile & potent at the same time.

everything dappled with light. 

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details:

all photos shot at Nuuksio National Park

botanical illustrations via Biodiversity Library

with slight modifications.

GHOST OF JUNE

"ghost of june,

i will always find you everywhere ~"

"in the madrigal of anastasia lilies;"

"the henna dusted tresses of twilight

spread over the baroque bed

of sleepy highways

tapering into a sheet of dust;" 

"in the shadows that junipers tattoo

over chiming brooks;"

"in the clairvoyant racket of ravens

promising the sylvan vagabond's homecoming."

words: Scherezade Siobhan

images from an intoxicating drive on a weekend in June. 

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ISLAND WANDER

Me, my girl & a quiet island.

Close by,

another world.

The wind turned her cheeks to rosebuds,

on the other side of the island,

the sun glistened in gold. 

Although it was closed,

there was a faint sound of music

 from the summer restaurant

lingering in the crisp air,

as birds began their feast

on her outstretched hand. 

"We stood
steady as the stars in the woods
So happy-hearted
And the warmth rang true 

inside these bones

As the old pine fell we sang,

just to bless the morning."

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ALL WE HAVE SEEN

"We are a landscape

of all we have seen."

-Isamu Noguchi

INTO THE WILD

Sometimes it's in the wilderness

where we find our peace.

Like wandering in the rolling hills 

of the Peak District last summer

(pictured above),

when it hit us - a family of city-dwellers -

with such a sense of awe

& joy & freedom. 

And now, I've been confined to my desk 

a little too much lately,

but that wilderness simmers inside,

whispering, tugging,

inspired.