Turloughmore Mountain (II)

Turloughmore Mountain (I)

The Elven Queen

The Elven Queen. By CpSingleton © 2014 Click here to view the poem Another picture in MrsRedHead Photography’s “Mists of Myths” series blessed with a beautiful poem from an incredible poetic soul. He truly knows how to capture the feel of mists, myths and magic living within this picture. Co-creation

A Kiss

                        A kiss is flying on Northern winds Circling the earth quietly watching the timeless birth of faraway planets and stars among them the proud warrior Mars tirelessly standing guard over the silent dance of Alcor and Mizar You

Sea Tower of Wild

Wave Explosion (II)

Wave Explosion (I)

Waves, Cliffs and Sea; a Dance of Threes

  Stirring Building Groaning Churning Smiling Teasing Poking Yearning The freedom to be The eye of love to see The life within you and me… ~ The words was called out by a comment-exchange with Michele D’Acosta on my previous post “Yggdrasill” If you have a moment or three to

Yggdrasill

  Love is art A masterpiece of truth Art is Love Carrying eternal youth A bringer of inspiration To our world of worlds Listening deep To all the spoken And unspoken words Sensing What lies behind And in between Reaching ever further Into the infinite unseen Aliveness All around Every

Mists of Myths

Originally posted on Hanne Thornfeldt Fisker:
Mrs RedHead Photography has a remarkable eye for the mystical and magical. She knows how to capture a moment and turn it into a living and breathing myth. It takes a certain amount of skill and deep trust to call out the essence of…

Blue Hour (V)

 

Blue Hour (IV)

 

Blue Hour (III)

 

Blue Hour (II)

  Mullagmore, The Burren.  

Blue Hour (I)

  Turlough at the foot of Mullaghmore, the Burren.  

In the Eye of the Storm

  On Rainbow Hill tranquil and still a hidden sanctuary calling out simplicity protected, quiet and warm in the eye of the raging storm the only source of light a fire, a flame so bright reflected in eyes stealth and green a creature, so pure and serene candlelit limestone walls

Desert Shadow

  Who are we in contrast to our shadow?   “The colorful Arava Mountains stretches behind me as far as my eyes can see. A subtle yet deeply familiar sensation awakens in me, a sensation I throughout the years have come to trust. How will it be to walk from

February Moon

  A foreign sound touching ancient Burren ground February Moon listening to a didgeridoo The wind let go opening wide Life’s One sacred soul    

Silly Sunday Selfie…

It’s Ireland…   WPC: Selfie

Photo Journal of a Day (IX)

 

Photo Journal of a Day (VIII)

 

Photo Journal of a Day (VII)

 

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