Tales of the Tuatha – chapter 11 of the keep it sweet and short tales

The Raven Thief

the forest  road

the forest road

Niamh took the forest road, her pouch of dreams tucked safely inside her shirt. The afternoon’s light was already beginning to fade. She lay down in a meadow clearing and felt like the earth had upturned and the sky became as dark as a fathomless sea. Stars floated up from the depths and burst into an incandescent shimmer on the surface. Niamh was sure she could hear them singing and dreamed she was ascending through a deep well to the cloudy home of her ancestors.  Suddenly the raven thief called out.  Was he trying to speak? ……was it Bran!?


the meadow

the meadow




the sky well

the sky well



The Tuatha De Danann

 They were said to have arrived (in Ireland) from a cloud or mist. Where their home was originally  is a mystery – space aliens? :).  They of course had magical powers. Interestingly the early monks referred to them as the Tuatha De meaning children of God like the Israelites, so from early on, Irish mythology became mixed in or reinterpreted into Christian concepts.

My photos

are all experiments with my newly acquired  infrared camera using the magic of the channel mixer in photoshop and a few effects in creative license. These are all photos taken on Vancouver Island.