Red Dirt Farm and Studio

The sun is bright and warm on this winter day.

My legs are gaining strength, my steps a little more sure.

My hand not so steady with the camera, yet there is progress.

That Cat suggested we take a walk together in the enchanted forest to look for buried treasure.

Out past the Gargoyle that doesn’t divert water; but chases away evil spirits.

Down the mossy path.

That Cat pauses to contemplate should we go left?

Or right?

A quick look back to make sure I am following.

We come upon the home of a wood troll.

 At first it appears to be vacant.

Then briefly we see the eyes of the troll peep out from inside.

 Just as quickly they are gone.

The mossy path is covered in Holly berries.

Follow the berries to the home of the fey.

Here is the spot where the forest spirits speak the loudest.

I hear the scurry of little feet, as they take refuge in the fallen tree.

Overhead a bird of prey makes their presences known.

A fallen tree is home to many types of moss.

Oh how I wish for a steady hand and my macro lens.

Deeper into the forest where the shadows are longer, a coating of ice remains on the drinking hole, where the wood nymphs gingerly cross.

We emerge from the shadows,  where we see a sparkling star shining in the sunlight.

In the cracks between slate oh so tiny mushrooms grow.

A single powder puff-ball of moss.

Ivy drapes down the trunk of a tree, where the fairies weave their way in out, leaving behind a trail of magic.

Angelic blessings abound.

A treasure is found.

Our walk in the Enchanted forest comes to an end.

We stop to rest on the bench.

Where That Cat watches the rapid approach of the white knight.

The magical journey in the enchanted forest is over, until next time.

See you later,

Bye!

Kim

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