Wandered into The Forest: draft for 🍃Nature’s Secrets🍃 storybook


I ventured into Reinhardswald Forest at dusk, after the sun had set. Yes, I'm a little bit nuts, but I didn't go too deep inside because I was warned at the castle that at night one would lose their way.

I might have been the only person in that area of the forest at the time, my heart thumping chills down my spine, yet I felt the peaceful presence and connection with nature all around.

And unlike Hansel or Gretel, (which I found a copy of the little storybook to read at the castle during that evening's supper), I hadn't brought my roll of bread, to drop a trail of breadcrumbs.

I was also told that the wild boars come out after dark, (some of whom had wild piglets that spring) and sadly, local hunters arrive after midnight with their guns, so I headed out of the forest and to my car a bit after 10 o'clock, and arrived safely back at the castle, which was now illuminated with lanterns.

note to self: this photo of the castle lit up is from around dusk, when I was heading to the forest. check through all the pix to see if there are any of the castle illuminated on the night sky, when I returned from the forest later that night.

© Lisa Ellen Goodman Photography

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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🍃

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 ©

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

English Faerie Folk

Walking amongst the ancient trees,

faeries in the mi(d)st,

looming unseen . .

 

The scent of Hawthorn and Elder,

I stumble through the brush,

twigs crackling under my feet with each step,

I inhale deeply, this forest,

it grows inside of me

 

Can you feel me here amongst these old souls? 

She whispers . .

fluttering about the treetops,

the music of her voice dancing in my ears with delight

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While exploring the forests of England . . 

Up, up, up, & Away- P2 

The black cat swiftly climbed up the tree. Unbeknownst to her, this was no ordinary tree swaying in the breeze; it was none other than Jorgellson, the Forest Grinch. 

Jorgellson, the Forest Grinch. photo : © Lisa Ellen Goodman Photography, from my series, Electric Skies. words: © Lisa Ellen Goodman

Up, up, up, & Away

Black cat climbing a tree into the sky above, while the werewolf howls. 

 

Photo: © Lisa Ellen Goodman Photography

 
From my series, Electric Skies 

Telling stories with a picture, I am creating a book merging literature with photography. 

I will keep you posted, and you can follow along with me at: 

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