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

Posts tagged “fairy

The Nixie of the Mill-Pond…

georgia2Has just dropped by to remind you that her dear friend, Raisie, will be on display in the art exhibit “Reflections on the River,” an exhibition of works by local artists which includes Anastasia Traina.  The David & Joyce Public Milne Library in Williamstown, Ma. has hosted the show since Sept 7th… and where Raisie will continue be on display until Sept. 3oth, 2016!

Hope to see you soonishly!

Georgia Mc Donald as The Nixie of Mill-Pond

Underwater photography by Anastasia Traina ~2016~


The Haltija

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Is a fairy spirit or guardian of a place such as a glen of trees, water, the grave yard, villages, and homesteads. There are also Haltija’s which guards humans, by discreetly following them around to keep them safe.

The Haltija is a very close friend of Raisie and would like to invite you on September 8th  to “Reflections on the River,” an exhibition of works by local artists which includes Anastasia Traina.  The Milne Library in Williamstown will host the show where Raisie will be on display till Sept. 3oth 2016!

Just follow this link for all the vital information… http://milnelibrary.org/author/julianav7/

Underwater photography by Anastasia Traina ~ 2016~

Georgia McDonald as the Haltija


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~


Frigg

georgia 2The White Lady of Midsummer… Frigg’s home is in the great sea hall known as Fensalir, however, she also has a home in the celestial sphere where she enjoys spinning star dust.

Georgia Mcdonald as Frigg

Underwater photography by Anastasia Traina ~ 2016~


Rose’s Bloom

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“The splendor of the rose and the whiteness of the lily do not rob the little violet of it’s scent nor the daisy of its simple charm. If every tiny flower wanted to be a rose, spring would lose its loveliness.”

~ Therese of Lisieux ~

Ruby McDonald as The Rose

Underwater photography by Anastasia Traina ~ 2016


The Rose…

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What’s in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet. William Shakespeare

With Ruby McDonald as The Rose

Underwater-photography by Anastasia Traina, 2016


The Damselfly

IMG_6268 copyAnd so begins my fifth year of photographing the enchanted and most endearing little women of the McDonald family… I chose to start this year with the Damselfly as it represents the magical sense of self that comes when we enter womanhood… I also love the lore, they are of the family that the dragonfly belongs to, Odonata, which are believed to have been related to the Damselflies and the myth that the they were once Dragons.

Photography by Anastasia Traina ~ 2016~


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 Illumination

Wishing each and everyone a boundless dollop of dazzle, firelight and love on this wondrous day of Independence!  Photography by Anastasia Traina with Georgia MacDonald

Wishing each and everyone a boundless dollop of dazzle, firelight and love on this wondrous day of Independence!
Photography by Anastasia Traina with Georgia MacDonald