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Tulip…

 A famous legend from Turkish lore tells of a handsome prince named Farhad who was stricken with love for the fair maid, Shirin. One day he heard that she had been killed, and in his grief, mounted his favorite horse and galloped over a cliff to his death. It is said that from each droplet of his blood, a scarlet tulip sprang up, making the flower an historic symbol of perfect love. Photography by Anastasia Traina ~ 1015 ~

A famous legend from Turkish lore tells of a handsome prince named Farhad who was stricken with love for the fair maid, Shirin. One day he heard that she had been killed, and in his grief, mounted his favorite horse and galloped over a cliff to his death. It is said that from each droplet of his blood, a scarlet tulip sprang up, a symbol of perfect love.
Photography by Anastasia Traina ~ 1015 ~


The Watery Progress of Sophronia Simone from Thimble Tarn!

The Watery Creation of Sophronia Simone from Thimble Tarn! Graphite drawing and good words by Anastasia Traina ~ 2015~

The Watery Creation of Sophronia Simone from Thimble Tarn and her Whirlygig!
Watercolor and good words by Anastasia Traina ~ 2015~


The Paperwasp Keeper’s Assistant

 

Photography by Anastasia Traina ~ 2014 ~

Photography by Anastasia Traina ~ 2014 ~


The Banshees of the Green River

 

Although known in several lands, the banshee (fairy women) was most widely reported in Massachusetts. The banshee's wail, predicting a coming death, recalls the ancient practice of wild screaming (keening) whereby women mourned the loss of a loved one. Occasionally the banshee were seen, swathed in somber gray and unearthly white. They can either be young women or old hags. However, their appearance are less notable than their voices, which ring with sorrow as they bemoan the dead. Fairy Portrait by Anastasia Traina~ 2014~

Although known in several lands, the banshee (fairy women) were most widely reported in Massachusetts.  The banshee’s wail, predicting a coming death, recalls the ancient practice of wild screaming (keening) whereby women mourned the loss of a loved one.  Occasionally the banshees were seen, swathed in somber gray and unearthly white. They can either appear as young women or old hags.  However, their appearance are less notable than their voices, which ring with sorrow as they bemoan the dead.
Fairy Portrait by Anastasia Traina~ 2014~


Chamomile Tea

This chamomile tea features the delicate sweet apple sprite notes found only in the world’s best chamomile.  Graphite drawing and quip by Anastasia Traina ~ 2014~

This chamomile tea features the delicate sweet apple sprite notes found only in the world’s best chamomile.
Graphite drawing and quip by Anastasia Traina ~ 2014~


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Too Good To Be True!

Pen and Indian Ink by Anastasia Traina ~ 2014 ~

Pen and Indian Ink by Anastasia Traina ~ 2014 ~

Pen and Indian Ink by Anastasia Traina


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Mollusca Mary Shelly

Mollusca Mary Shelly

Mollusca Mary Shelly lives in the Canterbury dell
and each and every morning she rings the fairy bell…
which whispers the sweet words of farewell,
to the night stars and their magic spell.
Photo and Bon mot by Anastasia Traina ~ 2014~


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Ms. Maggie Bird…

Ms. Maggie Bird...

The little impess that lives in my Magnolia tree!
Drawing by Anastasia Traina ~ 2014 ~


Twas the Night Before Christmas with a Twist!

Watercolor and adaptation by Anastasia Traina ~ 2013~

Watercolor and adaptation by Anastasia Traina ~ 2013~

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the forest
Not a creature was stirring, not even a little tourist.
The old bitter-sweets were hung on the birches with care,
In hopes that Mr. Bertram B. Sweets would soon be there.

The Elfin-children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of Mr. B. B. Sweets danced in their heads.
Why you know who he is, he’s the greatest, the expansive Acorn Keeper.
Not to be confused with the very grim reaper.

When out on the pond there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bough to see what was the matter.
Away to the Oak branch I flew like a flash,
Tore open the bark and threw up the downy ash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to woodland below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature Souris de Fleur, bringing lots of good cheer.

With a little odd smile, all peppered with joy and peace,
I knew in a moment it must be Mr. Bertram B. Sweets.

He was dressed all in red, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with compost and soot.
A bundle of fertilizer he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler, just opening his pack.

His eyes-how they twinkled! His dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow.

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And tucked all the flowers in, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up in the sky he rose!

He sprang to his pea pod, and then gave a whistle,
And away he flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good winter’s night!”

Here is wishing you Joy, Good Health, and may all your dreams come true in 2014!

Love,
Ana


The Wild Geranium Leaf…

Is all ready to go to the masquerade ball! Drawing by Anastasia Traina ~ 2013 ~

Is all ready to go to the masquerade ball!
Drawing by Anastasia Traina ~ 2013 ~


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Watercolor by Anastasia Traina ~ 2013~

Watercolor by Anastasia Traina ~ 2013~


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The Poppy Society

The Poppy SocietyWatercolor by Anastasia Traina ~ 2013~