Her Seashell (monochrome) 

She sat there holding a seashell, a woven basket above her head, her hair flowing, one of the tresses tickling that little spot behind her ear,

Her eyelids gently closed, she sits alone, in quiet contemplation, journeying through the Universe that’s inside of her, solitude echoing off the walls around; 

Each day, she would sit under the ancient oak in the meadow, listening to her seashell; sometimes she could hear the wind gently roaring from the ocean,

Leaves drifted down, and little bits of fruit began to fall into her basket, and as the days passed by, she noticed that both her spirit and the basket were fuller, sometimes to the brim; 

At sunrise, and on nights when the moon was shining, she would bathe in its light; and such was this blessed feeling, she wanted to share these gifts with the world- making it a little more beautiful, nourishing the spirit, adding a touch of magic to the surroundings; 

And she longed to share this life’s journey with her true love, once a girl, now a woman . . she has held her heart all along, keeping it safe and tucked away next to the bed of flowers, which she walks amongst each evening, on the way to the great oak; 

To all around her, she appeared as if she was frozen in the stones of time, though there was a river steadily flowing forth from her, hence the peaceful little smile that often graced her lips. 

Lady with a Seashell, monochrome, Bellagio Gardens, Summer 2017 © Lisa Ellen Goodman Photography


draft for 🍃Nature’s Secrets🍃

Like Christmas Morning

In the desert in July, when you hear the thunder boom and the skies start pouring rain, it harkens one back to that feeling of being a little kid on Christmas Eve, waiting for Santa Clause (or your magical parents) to do their thing with the presents in the night, and you finally fall asleep . . . 

You wake up on Christmas morning and make a mad dash to the living room to see where your presents are at,

It’s that same delicious feeling in the air that I get when it rains here during the long, long desert summer.

 🌵🌾⛈

What a beautiful thing it would be to dance in it. Picture that for a moment, can you feel it? 

Tumbleweeds on the railroad. The above story is from this afternoon’s rain in the desert, though surprisingly i took this picture in NYC up on the highline a few Springtime’s ago.


© Lisa Ellen Goodman Photography

The Curious Wanderer

I wander the Earth, a curious being; enchanted by the skies and the trees and what each season brings. 

I’m on my journey through this curious world, and I know that I’ll always treasure and respect my solitude; 

And what’s also true is that I hope the day will come where we can enjoy the experiences of each season together, side by side; cause to me, you felt like home. ✨


Lisa Ellen Goodman Photography, an excerpt from the Nature’s Secrets storybook collection ©

Hamlet: Lost & Found

On a nondescript road (x) in the hamlet, the Danish Prince lost his way and came quite undone . . Truth being what it is, he struggled to get better, and after years of healing spirit, mind, and body; he loved her still.  💕

Trendelburg, Germany, Summer 2016 © Lisa Ellen Goodman Photography

Tree of Life

The Universe is vast . . 

we wander through life’s deserts and valleys, the sands of time immeasurable . . 

We cannot tell if things are closer or farther than they appear . . 

and within each grain of sand, there is a Universe. 

Wandering the sand dunes in search of the Tree of Life . . Death Valley National Park, California © Lisa Ellen Goodman Photography