I am… I am but the star dust that tumbles I am but the twig that snaps beneath your umbels…

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Anna Liffey

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She asked that it be named for her… the river.

Georgia McDonald as Anna Liffey

Underwater photography by Anastasia Traina ~ 2016 ~

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One Odd Salad Day

the evesdropper207 copyWhile romping around the clover field Winston Waldon Williams happened upon a curious creature, and then a most enchanting conversation began!

Graphite drawing and the beginning of a very Tiny Story by Anastasia Traina ~ 2016~


Fanny Brawne and the Bishop

georgia and georgieFanny Brawne and the Bishop…
“I almost wish we were butterflies and liv’d but three summer days – three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain.”
― John Keats. Photography by Anastasia Traina – 2016 ‪#‎johnkeats‬ ‪#‎afaerietaleofonesown‬


Neave

pip2 Neave, (Bright Light) is the daughter of the god of the sea, Manannan mac Lir and one of the princesses of Tir na nOg, the land of eternal youth. When she grew up she fell in love with  poet-hero Oisin.

Ruby McDonald as Neave

Underwater photography by Anastasia Traina ~ 2016~


Olwen

IMG_0928 (1) copyWith the streaming yellow hair… when she walks flowers bloom beneath her steps.

Ruby Mcdonald as Olwen

Photography by Anastasia Traina ~ 2016~


A Sparticle…

Or in other words, the

Or in other words, the “shadow” particles. Found and photographed by Anastasia Traina at the Widow Jane Mine in Rosendale, NY. ~2015~


Foss Grim…

Foss Grim ~ Found in Germanic Lore, the name Foss Grim means “river horse” in Old Norse. The Foss Grim is a water spirit, with the body of a man and not that of a merman. He is said to be strikingly handsome, seen near rivers and bodies or water, barely clothed, and playing haunting music from his violin. His music would lure Women and Children into his watery home and their final resting place. However, it is believed that if properly approached, the Foss Grim will teach a musician to play so adeptly “that the trees dance and waterfalls stop at his music” Underwaterphotography by Anastasia Traina ~ 2015~

Foss Grim ~  means “river horse” in Old Norse. The Foss Grim is a water spirit, with the body of a man and not that of a merman. He is said to be strikingly handsome, seen near rivers and bodies or water, barely clothed, and playing haunting music from his violin. His music would lure Women and Children into his watery home and their final resting place. However, it is believed that if properly approached, the Foss Grim will teach a musician to play so adeptly “that the trees dance and waterfalls stop at his music”
Underwater photography by Anastasia Traina ~ 2015~


Trumpeter of the Sea…

Triton's special attribute was a twisted conch shell, on which he blew like a trumpet to calm or raise the waves. Its sound was such a cacophony, that when loudly blown, it put the giants to flight, who imagined it to be the roar of a dark wild beast! Photography by Anastasia Traina ~ 2015 ~

Triton’s special attribute was a twisted conch shell, on which he blew like a trumpet to calm or raise the waves. Its sound was such a cacophony, that when loudly blown, it put the giants to flight, who imagined it to be the roar of a dark wild beast!
Photography by Anastasia Traina ~ 2015 ~


The Blue Moon… and Eglantina

The moon was a man, passionate, dark, and handsome. He hid in the shadows admiring the sun from a distance. It was a time when the moon had no light, but just watched and waited in dark shadows of sky and worshiped the sun from afar. Then one day as lady Sun was putting on a brilliant set of morning clothes, she felt she was being watched. She looked around and noticed the handsome moon starring at her from a deep corner of space. “Why do you stare at me so, somber moon ?”,asked the Sun. “I’m overwhelmed by your beauty and you leave me speechless so I can only watch you from a distance, because if I touched you I would surely die of ecstasy.” The Sun went closer to the moon and said, “You will not die if you touched me, come closer and kiss me.” The Moon went to her and kissed her fiery lips that morning and the fire was so strong it left him glowing all day and into the night. And every morning she would kiss him again and he would rise up glowing so brightly he lit up and the light filled his whole being and the night sky was full of light. Then one day the Sun came out and said he would not receive a kiss from her that morning because he was becoming too bright, and the people on earth would have two Suns instead of one and it would break the natural course of things. “But I will kiss you and love you as much as I can, just not every day.” The Moon was sad to miss the morning kiss and in his sadness he began to grow cold and dark again. But he did not become black as the night as he once was. The hope and anticipation of being with the sun once more kept a few embers glowing leaving the moon to look as if he had put on a blue cloak. And so is the legend of the blue moon. Photography by Anastasia Traina ~ 2015 ~

The moon was a man, passionate, dark, and handsome.  He hid in the shadows admiring the sun from a distance.  It was a time when the moon had no light, but just watched and waited in dark shadows of sky and worshiped Eglantina’s light from afar.
Then one day as Eglantina was putting on a brilliant set of morning clothes, she felt she was being watched.  She looked around and noticed the handsome moon starring at her from a deep corner of space.
“Why do you stare at me so, somber moon ?”, asked Eglantina.
“I’m overwhelmed by your beauty and you leave me speechless so I can only watch you from a distance, because if I touched you I would surely die.”
Eglantina went closer to the moon and said, “You will not die if you touched me, come closer and kiss me.”
The Moon went to her and kissed her fiery lips that morning and the fire was so strong it left him glowing all day and into the night.  And every morning she would kiss him again and he would rise up glowing so brightly he lit up and the light filled his whole being and the night sky was full of light.
Then one day the moon came out and said he would not receive a kiss from her that morning because he was becoming too bright, and the people on earth would have two Suns instead of one. “But I will kiss you and love you as much as I can, just not every day.”
The Moon was sad to miss the morning kiss and in his sadness he began to grow cold and dark again. But he did not become black as the night as he once was. The hope and anticipation of being with the Eglantina once more kept a few embers glowing leaving the moon to look as if he had put on a blue cloak.
And so is the legend of the blue moon.
Photography by Anastasia Traina ~ 2015 ~


Ole Lukøje…

Hangs his moon just so, while he fills his pockets full of its magical dust of very good dreams. Photography by Anastasia Traina

The Prince of bedtime stories hangs his moon just so, while filling his pockets full of its dreamy dust.
Photography by Anastasia Traina ~2015~