Category: Wildlife Photography
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I am molten
I am molten, glowing, deep sun resides in me. Chloroform like, my scent infuses the air. TG
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Launching the Burlesque Boudoir Photo~booth! ★
It is a wild life after all so roll up up! Share your derriere and celebrate your own burlesque beauty with a portrait to die for! The Burlesque Boudoir is available for your events and festivals, your birthdays, hen nights, pre wedding shoots… whatever you choose, let’s go wild! Prices start from £60 and include…
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Saffron’s secret
Under musty leaves she hides, dew coated silk, soft earth bound. My heart leaps at her illuminance, as saffron’s secret glows a new dawn. TG
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Odes to snow ★
‘And so The Snow Queen also became a story about the need to seek equilibrium, in our own lives, with the natural world, even within the universe at large.’ Joan Vinge ‘Magic is this layer of peace nature brings us with her frozen tears’ FT ‘The snow goose need not bath itself to make itself…
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Red leaves falling …
red leaves are falling like spinning dervishes on the eddies of the wind ulalating their final song we give you fire and glory before the dark months catching light in our veins. fruit, fecund, ripening, rotting lies on the good earth final food for hungry wasps our death. your life. they buzz. ©2010 Tori Green.
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In search of the grey mare
With such lovely autumnal sunshine I headed out to the New Forest this week with the intention of trying to capture some sunset landscapes and grey mares to photograph. White horses have a deep connection to the south of England their images carved in chalk on hilltops but it was Epona’s mare I sought. After…
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Down in the Wild Wood ~ New Forest Festival
The festival season this year has been full and varied in the South of England. To finally set the last to bed I visited the New Forest Festival based at the wonderful venue Minstead Study Centre. Nestled down curling green lanes multicoloured flags beckon us onward, forest children with painted faces sit rapt listening to…
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In celebration of leaves
In one of my mother’s diaries, writing about my first year, it says that I seemed to be only soothed by watching the leaves above me from the comfort of my pram. The patterns, colours and movement of leaves I do find fascinating. The veins of chlorophyll like a road system spreading across a continent.…
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An Ode to Moths
I’m a bit nuts about moths. It was the dead greater tiger moth that I found under the rose bush when I was three that did it. I carried it into the house and nestled it’s furry body into a matchbox, occasionally opening it to marvel at the delicate powdery wings and stroke a little…
