Story Telling

True to my Celtic ancestry, I am writing stories about some of my photographs.

Mushrooms have held a magical grip on my heart since I was a little girl, rooted in summer nights spent on the fairy rock listening to my grandfather’s tales. To me, they have always been enchanted houses and hotels for fairies, appearing and disappearing as if by a spell. I still find deep joy in lying on the grass to observe life at their level, or marveling at their resilience as they survive bitter polar winds under blankets of snow. Whether they are gathered in a silent colony or clinging to the trunks of hollowed oaks, their varied shapes and colours are a lifelong passion—a constant reminder to pay attention to the small, wondrous spirits of the earth.

I'm experimenting with trees. The inside, the outside, the top and the bottom.

Some of the following are in my COVID series.