mystical monochrome madness (2-7)

and the Zen of taking photographs :D

I’m always seeking that elusive ethereal light- the photographer’s Grail, among the shifting shadows, and I think monochrome comes very close to capturing this at times!  At it’s best each image becomes a vision and therefore the search for it also must be a sacred ritual.

Please visit Leanne Cole’s Blog for all the great visions!  Leanne gives us this great weekly challenge and anyone can participate.

Now is the time to unite the soul and the world. Now is the time to see the sunlight dancing as one with the shadows. ~Rumi


The Second Twilight by Deep Forest

poppy light

blowing in the windlight

I either took these on the monochrome setting of my Canon rebel t4i or with my Nikon infrared.

More from the Sorcerer’s Garden

“Sorrow prepares you for joy. It violently sweeps everything out of your house, so that new joy can find space to enter. It shakes the yellow leaves from the bough of your heart, so that fresh, green leaves can grow in their place. It pulls up the rotten roots, so that new roots hidden beneath have room to grow. Whatever sorrow shakes from your heart, far better things will take their place.”  Rumi

The Sorcerer’s Garden

And so go walking mindfully, letting your feet touch the earth, each step a song.

Lithodora and moonlight

Lithodora and moonlight

moon gardener’s tips

For night perfume, plant Jasmine, Honeysuckle Evening Primrose, Moonflowers, Stocks and Heliotrope. Watch for Persian sprites and djinn’s who are attracted by the scent and will be inclined to visit your garden.

Most importantly:

Always leave an overgrown patch at the foot of the garden for the wild spirits to come and play!

Images:

The hillside and the water garden are images from summer( which I am looking toward!) The hillside I used a slight painterly effect in the sky!

Monochrome Madness 2-6

Marvelous Monochrome Madness again. Do visit Leanne Cole’s wonderful Blog for all the great submissions!

Here are a few of my travels at home and abroad

I guess that’s why they call it the blurs

The Daily post challenge – Blur

I chose soft blurs some of which were already in my collection. Though I entered this challenge a bit late I love dreamy images and I think the blurs help!

Finnerty Gardens

to know what God and man is

Spencer Dance Company  ( 12-14 year olds)

Ghosts that we knew

We must never forget the Ghosts that we knew

"All that we see is a dream within a dream"

“All that we see is a dream within a dream”

The swan

it was the magic that he had forsaken. It was her own vision!  She didn’t know how he had come by it, nor what there was yet be revealed.  She would need to retrieve this last and most powerful dream

the swan is an image from my previous post  (Tales of the Tuatha)

Tales of the Tuatha (Chapters 35 & 36)

We are nearing the end my dear readers- only one more installment to go after this and why has it become such a struggle and so, so hard!!? I revised and re-revised these two chapters till my eyes fell out and my brain froze. I hesitated to push the post button. I have to stop. I can think no more.  So without further ado here it is in it’s current imperfection awaiting a few future tweaks. And for those who don’t want to read I hope you will enjoy the images.

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Griogal Cridhe (Beloved Gregor)

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 The Arrival at the Spring

The red stag led the way through a grove where light billowed like a veil between the trees. He would go no further. Stopping short of an opening in the thicket he bowed his head in blessing. Before he turned to go, Niamh looked into his knowing eyes and in their mirrored depths she thought she saw Bran retreating into the forest. She stepped through the woodland portal and into a swirling cloud that slowly materialized into a narrow rocky clearing.  At the far end was a stony incline and water poured out of a crevice into the pool below. It took a moment for her to realize that she had at long last arrived at her destination! Overwhelmed, she sat down and tightly held the pouch containing her dreams. Letting her thoughts drift with the mists that were moving over the wildflowers and bluebells she was soon lulled into deep slumber.

The day folded itself into the cavern of night. A thousand torches were lit in procession spirit fallsdawnglowacross the sky with the Lady Moon soon following. Out of the shadowy trees Niamh saw two human figures approach carrying torches of their own. One of them looked like the unfamiliar holy man she had met in the woods. The other had flowing white hair, and though his step was heavy, a fierce light blazed in his eyes. She recognized  him as the rider she had seen on the path when she met the Morrigan. Neither of the two men seemed aware of her presence and Niamh wondered if she had yet to awaken.

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The Ninth Dream

Solemnly the white haired one dropped a glowing object into the spring.  It slowly grew dimmer as it sank beneath the starlit surface. He then knelt down and the light in his own eyes dimmed. Tears trickled down his lined cheeks and fell into the pool.  She watched him bow his head as the younger man poured water from a pitcher over him. Niamh was aware that this was a sacred ceremony. Was it the baptism of which the unknown priest had spoken – and what terrible price had been demanded for its benediction?lagoonglen

The old man seemed weary and lay down soon afterwards. He closed his eyes and Niamh saw the Morrigan of death alighting nearby as a crow. She felt grief and confusion. Loneliness filled her like the howl of a wolf and the pouch she carried suddenly became full of heavy stones. Was this the woeful end of the journey? She longed to go home but the quest was not complete. Somehow the mysterious rider was bound to her own destiny. He had sacrificed something very precious. It wasn’t just the old ways he had returned to their ancient source, it was the magic that he had forsaken. It was her own vision! She didn’t know how he had come by it but she knew there was something yet to be revealed.  She would need to retrieve this last and most powerful dream.

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Monochrome Madness # 2-5 ( and fairies)

The way to Monochrome Madness!! Do check out Leanne Cole’s wonderful gallery of submissions
Here I played with an older photo I like and had some fun with fairies

“Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.  Edgar Allan Poe,

an evening amongst the seaside daisies

 don’t be afraid of the dark

I wanted to include a toned version as well as a painterly effect – and inspiration from Ridley Scott’s beautiful film, Legend

A forest child who knows The Gump

How can you be a forest child and not know The Gump?

the gump

My Gump

A fairy's fierce and free

A fairy’s heart is fierce and free.     She knows that

over the hill there is

A field where earth meets heaven

The Chronicles of Niamh

I am going to be taking a few days to deal with some family and other related things.  I’ve had to slow down the last while and take a breath!!  Back after the weekend!

Happy Easter to all!!

I’m also hoping to finish my Tales of the Tuatha that I have been working on, as my sweet Niamh’s  journey comes to a conclusion at the sacred spring. Then, of course I will have to go back and revise and try to pull all the (some disparate) tales together in a more cohesive and comprehensive way.  I’ve become so attached to her and Bran and now the mysterious rider!! I don’t want the tale to end but it must in order for another dream to begin.

By star, wind and moonlight

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“All the dreams spilled out onto the path and went spinning backward into the soft curve of the morning mist”