Porthole

When we would see a circle in the trees, we would say it was porthole.  This was where faeries would come through, to play in our garden.  This porthole is in the forests of my childhood.  I'm not surprised as there are all kinds of faerie folk living in those woods. 

I know--I have a GREAT imagination! 

In fact, I just spotted a new porthole in my own garden the other day.  (grin)

Have a lovely weekend! 

A is for Amazing

Walking through the forests of my childhood, I found the letter "A" in the trees.  Not only is it amazing, but I was reminded of my beloved Alan, who is so very dear to my heart.

Have a lovely day, Friends.  Never ever stop looking for the unexpected.

Smoke in the Forest

I was astonished when I took this photo.  There was no smoke in the air when I clicked the shutter--yet I have captured this smokey sunlit scene with its geometrically straight lines.

I checked the lens of my camera--it was as clean as a whistle.  These photos were shot in the forests of our childhood.  I've always thought of them as magic--how wonderful to capture some of that childhood feeling in this photo.