I have had the great privilege to be able to photograph the magical McDonald Sisters for the last five years… and when I look over the photographs we have taken (a mere fraction of which I have posted) their metamorphosis into womanhood has been nothing short of astonishingly miraculous… breathtaking, really. And perhaps, when I began this project I did not truly understand the scope, or how tremendously moving it would be for me, the grandness of witnessing each of these tender buds, blossom into such beautifully unique flowers. For in this photograph of Ruby, the youngest, it has become crystal clear to me that she is shedding her little red childhood cloak and bravely moving forward into the forest of the future and what ever may come her way… So I just want to humbly say, thank you for all the light and ticklish wonderment you have shared with me. No, this is not the end, but nearly, and I wanted to leave you with my one wish for all of you, expressed so wondrously by Maya Angelou, in a letter she wrote to her daughter ~
“I am convinced that most people do not grow up…We marry and dare to have children and call that growing up. I think what we do is mostly grow old. We carry accumulation of years in our bodies, and on our faces, but generally our real selves, the children inside, are innocent and shy as magnolias.”
With much love and muchiness, I thank you!
Photography by Anastasia Traina ~ 2016~
“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 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 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 ~
puts the fading sun to its rest!
Photograph by ANastasia Traina ~ 2015~
Photography 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~
finds the perfect bed!
Photography by Anastasia Traina ~ 2014~
Photography by Anastasia Traina ~2014~