Samhain, sorcery and the visual alchemist at work

Hallow’s Eve is coming ( scary ghost sounds)!!  I am still trying to catch up with home, work, and WordPress and  I don’t yet have any spooky images at the ready ( who me!!- queen of Goth!) but do visit Ed Mooney and his wonderful Bram Stoker Posts.  I know others will post on the…

The Out of Fairylanders (and Monochrome Madness)

Does the poetry of sunlight and colour speak to you or do you prefer the will o’ the wisps and fire fly torches  that emerge from the dark shadows. (And my submission to Leanne Cole and Laura Macky‘s Monochrome Madness week 33)     I don’t know how to do a poll but if you want…

On a solar wind

These are a few summer images and portraits of  family I took this last while.  I had fun, using a few filters ; one called Fractalis which sings the image electric!! For some reason I saw the final photos as mythic!  I have been re- reading the Edda– that heroic and doomed epic of Norse…

Tales of the tuatha chapter 26 of the keep it sweet and short tales

Niamh left her tears on the forest floor and set out with renewed purpose.  At last all was understood. The young selkie on the crossing to the island had been Bran.  Mischievous Bran was the raven thief.  He was the butterfly! Bran had watched over her and he had led her here. Though he was  no longer visible…

Leanne Cole’s Introductions

What an honour and joy to be one of those featured on Leanne Cole‘s wonderful blog.  I have admired her work since I joined Monochrome Madness by Leanne and Laura Macky. These two wordpress bloggers and  photographers have been so encouraging to me. Much gratitude to these two friends and all who have included me…

Tales of the Tuatha (chapter 25 of the keep it sweet and short tales)

 Bran’s Farewell   Part 1 Niamh thought she had heard a soft murmur coming from the glowing canopy of cascading leaves. It slid over her like a veil . She was sure she had just asked a question but when she looked no one was there. She sat very still trying to recall what happened.  A raven barked raucously…

Tales of the Tuatha (chapter 23 of the keep it sweet and short tales)

following  quickly on the heels of chapter 22 so read that one first! A Dream within a Dream Holding her face in his hands Bran kissed her. “I didn’t lose you!” she cried! “Oh Niamh,” he said wistfully “such dreams we dreamed!” She looked into his far seeing  eyes and knew at once that he wouldn’t stay.  Resigned, she…

Tales of the Tuatha ( chapter 22)

A Dream Returning Through misted eyes and with a heart both heavy and elated Niamh recognized Bran running toward her and in this moment she didn’t care if she was dreaming or not! His hair shone red like Aine’s mare and his feet barely touched the ground.  His face broke like morning, and there it was –…

The Cosmic Sneeze

Inspired by Leanne Cole’s  A Photo that Inspires Words Leanne put up a challenge to write something inspired by her beautiful  shadowy photo.  I use  my photos as illustrations in my own tales and this is the first time I’ve  written a tale based on another’s photography.  Great fun Leanne. Thank you. The old man sleeping…

Tales of the Tuatha – chapter 21 of the keep it sweet and short tales

The Dream of the Dragon’s eye Niamh finally reached the dark island. A moonbeam hit the rocky shore and ignited a small stone into a glowing star. She instantly recognized it as the dragon’s eye, thieved by the clever Raven. When she  picked it up, the moon and stars fled. This dream was powerful!   Overcome with weariness…

The Swell of Tears (journey to the Dark Island)

chapter 20 play this hauntingly beautiful piece called “The Dark Island” by the Irish Rovers An t-Eilean Dorcha Niamh prayed that her remaining lost dreams would find her!  She climbed into the currach hoping her journey still led to the sacred spring.  As a swan glided by in a dream of its’ own, the Lady Moon opened night’s…

Tales of the Tuatha ( chapter 19 of the keep it sweet and short tales)

 wherein Niamh encounters the raven thief again  “for I am a wild and a lonely child.” The children were gone. Niamh cradled the pouch wearily, – four dreams yet to find! The island beckoned in the distance. The dying sun was falling from the sky as luminous light bled out between the shadows of the late…