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

Posts tagged “fable

The Blossomkeeper…

wild-2Says, Everybirdies’ welcome.

Wild Handel as the Blossomkeeper

Photography by Anastasia Traina ~ 2016 ~

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The Waterbaby

Waterbaby
“The most wonderful and the strongest things in the world, you know, are just the things which no one can see.”
― Charles Kingsley, The Water-Babies

Wild Handel as the Waterbaby, photography by Anastasia Traina ~ 2016


The Three Graces

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La Fleur Etrange!

photography by Anastasia Traina ~ 2015 ~

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 ~


Lunette, Goes Prince Fishing!

Photography by Anastasia Traina

Photography by Anastasia Traina ~ 2015 ~


The Enchanted Frog and his Maiden

    'Open the door, my princess dear,     Open the door to thy true love here!     And mind the words that thou and I said     By the fountain cool, in the greenwood shade.'        And when the princess opened the door the frog came in, and slept upon her pillow as before, till the morning broke. And the third night he did the same. But when the princess awoke on the following morning she was astonished to see, instead of the frog, a handsome prince, gazing on her with the most beautiful eyes she had ever seen and standing at the head of her bed.  Photography by Anastasia Traina ~ 2015~

‘Open the door, my princess dear,
Open the door to thy true love here!
And mind the words that thou and I said
By the fountain cool, in the greenwood shade.’
And when the princess opened the door the frog came in, and slept upon her pillow as before, till the morning broke. And the third night he did the same. But when the princess awoke on the following morning she was astonished to see, instead of the frog, a handsome prince, gazing on her with the most beautiful eyes she had ever seen and standing at the head of her bed.
Photography by Anastasia Traina ~ 2015~


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 Graphite Creation of Sophronia Simone from Thimble Tarn!

Graphite drawing and good words by Anastasia Traina ~ 2015~

Graphite drawing and good words by Anastasia Traina ~ 2015~

Sophronia Simone lived contently on a Saffron farm for it had tons of enormous daffodilly charm…

To be continued in, “The Curious Tales of Thimble Tarn,” coming soonishly!


Curious Stories of Thimble Tarn, Begins!

I have such exciting news to share with you all!  I have started the painting portion of the already written… Curious Stories of Thimble Tarn… it will be written and illustrated by me, Anastasia Traina ~2015 http://wp.me/p22olG-q8Curious Stories of Thimble Tarn_Page_1May May 2064

Dearest MayMay spinning Spring,
See how she loves all the living things.
She spins the sky such a marvelous French blue,
Yes, I have heard it said, and I believe it’s true.
With each spin that is spun, a fairy’s wish she hath done!