The ocean, her only desire, to flow wild & free, with the rhythm of the moon
A rainy summer’s day, looking out onto the ocean . . Reynisfjara black sand beach in the tiny village of Vik, Iceland (last summer) © Lisa Ellen Goodman Photography
Heart in Bloom
You are the flower,
Forever blossoming,
Deserving of the loveliest sentiments,
Gently woven by the poet’s tongue 🌹
With love always, your bee 🐝☺️ © Lisa Ellen Goodman Photography
In All Its Glory, The Rising Sun
I am in awe of the rising sun; After all, it shows itself after the night sky, brimming with stars, and a moon, most bewitching
The morning sun rising above the mountains, which I witnessed whilst road tripping from Nevada to California © Lisa Ellen Goodman Photography
Whispers on the Wind
Where do whispered wishes go . . as they sail off on the wind, without form or direction; do you hear them crying out?
Prayers, once part of this lone dandelion flower in Spring Valley, sailing the winds of the cosmic ocean © Lisa Ellen Goodman Photography
Natures Secrets: Update
An update here:
I’m continuing to study folklore, with emphasis on Iceland, England, and Germany, from last summer’s travels. I’ve also been developing an interest in French, Japanese, and Dutch folklore, and hope to be able to explore these lands in person someday soon.
The storybook I’m working on, Nature’s Secrets, will be pairing stories with my photographs, illustrations from the places I’ve visited, and what I’ve learned of the folklore of the regions, surrounding the mysteries of nature.
While going through my photographs, this picture I took of Glastonbury Abbey inspired me to write a short story. I just wonder, when things come together for the storybook and I sort it out, whether this story will belong somewhere in the book. However it works out, I adore this picture and the short story it inspired was exciting to write. And somehow, a penny farthing has popped up in the story!
Glastonbury, the Abbey 🕸🦇 © Lisa Ellen Goodman Photography
Hold My Heart
Words that have never been spoken truer
Tenderly, you cradle my heart, like a lullaby, and I, with a gentle touch, shall keep yours safe for all of time.
Find My Way Home
I remember the first time I saw your smile . . it was the light that guided me home. ✨💕
© Lisa Ellen Goodman Photography
