It was always you I felt in my heart

Who whispered, “You’re safe. You’ve come home.” 

I lay my head on your chest, so that I can feel your rythym 

And I whisper back, “No matter what it seemed, a love like ours could never truly come undone.” 

A flower resting, as seen in summertime, England. © Lisa Ellen Goodman Photography

Sheet of Paper

Sadness overcame me, out of the blue

I couldn’t explain why I felt this way,

though the tears rushed out of me like words

from a fountain pen,

upon the parchment,

line by line,

life by life



as the well of my teardrops turned to dust

and just like that,

I was gone.

© Lisa Ellen Goodman Photography “The Illusion of Desolation”

© Lisa Ellen Goodman Photography “On a night such as this, you’d be surprised by what you might see, or what you don’t see . .

Is Dog a Hidden Man’s Best Friend?

At the Elf School in Reykjavik, we received a guest one afternoon. An older gentleman, he was a seer- of Elves, of Huldufolk (hidden people), and of the dead.  He spent about an hour with us, graciously answering our questions, while the school’s headmaster translated back and forth.

You see, this seer’s incredible gift was both a blessing and a curse. To be aware, always, of other beings; other dimensions which most people could scarcely imagine. But too much sight could overwhelm the mind. Can you picture yourself sitting in a classroom, focusing on your academics, while everywhere you turn you see ghost spirits? As a boy of eleven, he had to leave school behind. In Iceland in those days, they taught English as a third language (after Icelandic and Danish) in schools starting at age twelve. For this seer, it meant that he would need the assistance of a translator in order to share many of his experiences, as he went on to work with Iceland’s Paranormal Society.

During our Q & A session with him at the Elf School, the 21 of us were as curious as could be. I remember asking him if the hidden people needed clairvoyant abilities in order to see us, or if all were able to naturally. I also asked about various aspects of the hidden people’s culture, with one question being, have you ever seen one walking with a dog? Do they live with dogs, cats, and other animals as we do? He answered that he had never seen them together, though he couldn’t rule out any relationship with dogs and such.

That night after class, I made my way to the Elf capital of Iceland, Hafnarjordur. I went off exploring Hellisgurdi Park, which is said to have quite a few Elves in residence. Upon entering the park, I noticed this curious sign– “Elf Circle, elves next 6 km.” Above it was a sign stating, “NO DOGS.”

It’s funny how the Universe can provide us with the answers we seek, hidden in plain sight. As it turns out, a dog may be man’s best friend, but not an elf’s!

You can find out who is an elf’s best friend in my storybook. As it’s being developed, you can follow along here and on my new Facebook page, Nature’s Secrets. 


Thank you for your support! ❤️ 


NO DOGS ALLOWED on Elf Circle! This sign is posted at the beginning of the path in Hellisgurdi Park in Hafnarjordur, which happens to be the Elf capital of Iceland. © Lisa Ellen Goodman Photography

The Truth (in Her Eyes)

Still my favorite song, I Won’t Give Up, by Jason Mraz

When I look into your eyes
It’s like watching the night sky
Or a beautiful sunrise
Well, there’s so much they hold
And just like them old stars
I see that you’ve come so far
To be right where you are
How old is your soul?

Well, I won’t give up on us
Even if the skies get rough
I’m giving you all my love
I’m still looking up

And when you’re needing your space
To do some navigating
I’ll be here patiently waiting
To see what you find

‘Cause even the stars they burn
Some even fall to the earth
We’ve got a lot to learn
God knows we’re worth it
No, I won’t give up

I don’t wanna be someone who walks away so easily
I’m here to stay and make the difference that I can make
Our differences they do a lot to teach us how to use
The tools and gifts we got, yeah, we got a lot at stake
And in the end, you’re still my friend at least we did intend
For us to work we didn’t break, we didn’t burn
We had to learn how to bend without the world caving in
I had to learn what I’ve got, and what I’m not, and who I am

I won’t give up on us
Even if the skies get rough
I’m giving you all my love
I’m still looking up, I’m still looking up.

Well, I won’t give up on us (no I’m not giving up)
God knows I’m tough enough (I am tough, I am loved)
We’ve got a lot to learn (we’re alive, we are loved)
God knows we’re worth it (and we’re worth it)

I won’t give up on us
Even if the skies get rough
I’m giving you all my love
I’m still looking up

Storybook Project

Hello there! An update on the series of photo stories I’ve been posting —

I have spent the summer traveling, and exploring like a creature the dark and enchanting forests of England and Germany; while studying folklore along the fairy tale road of the Brothers Grimm, and attending class in the Elf School of Iceland.

I took many photographs along this journey, each one in themselves telling a story of a landscape rich in nature’s secrets, and inspiring the imagination.

My desire is to blur the lines of photography and literature in this story book which I am creating, each illuminating the other; and all brought to life by these travels.

Please stay tuned!

Wandering after dusk into Reinhardswald Forest in Germany. . © Lisa Ellen Goodman Photography

With or Without 

The ladies bathroom at this cafe in Hafnarfjordur was lit by candlelight alone.
Squinting, I was able to make out the sign on the wall, which read, 

Dont spend your life 

with someone you could live with

Spend it with the one 

you can’t live without 


Candlelit bathroom at rhe cafe near the park in Hafnarfjordur, Iceland. © Lisa Ellen Goodman Photography