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

Posts tagged “fairytales

Ruby’s Metamorphosis

IMG_6897I 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!

oxox,

Ana

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 Waterbaby

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“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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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 ~


The Littlest Mistress of the Gloaming…

puts the fading sun to rest! Photograph by ANastasia Traina ~ 2015~

puts the fading sun to its rest!
Photograph by ANastasia Traina ~ 2015~


Iris, the Messenger

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~


The Princess and the Pea…

 

finds the perfect bed! Photography by Anastasia Traina ~ 2014~

finds the perfect bed!
Photography by Anastasia Traina ~ 2014~


Little Red Riding Hood and her Lilliputian Peacock…

 

Photography by Anastasia Traina ~2014~

Photography by Anastasia Traina ~2014~


The Black Swan…

Sheds her feathers... Photo by Anastasia Traina ~ 2014~

Sheds her feathers… Photo by Anastasia Traina ~ 2014~


E’mptynestress Emila…

Has recently join the  Secret Mycological  Society... and on her first hunt out she found the great and wondrous fabled Blue Amanitia! It's medicinal properties include:  letting go with ease...and most importantly, reremembering dancing on hilltops to only the songs you can here. Watercolor by Anastasia Traina ~ 2013~

Has recently join the Secret Mycological Society… and on her first hunt out she found the great and fabled Blue Amanitia! It’s medicinal properties include: letting go with ease…and (most importantly) re-remembering to twirl on top of hilltops with the songs you hear in your heart.
Watercolor by Anastasia Traina ~ 2013~


THE ENCHANTMENT


The Wounded Goose Girl

Photo by Anastasia Traina ~ 2013 ~

Photo by Anastasia Traina ~ 2013 ~


The Imaginal

Photo by Anastasia Traina ~ 2013!

Photo by Anastasia Traina ~ 2013!


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Ms. Mercy Jones and her Red Radish Balloon…

Ms. Mercy Jones...

bids adieu to 2012! Look out 2013 here she comes!!

Watercolor by Anastasia Traina ~ 2012 ~