This is an extract from one of my many photo stories, usually loosely held together by
a journey from one place to another and added to from time to time.
Away with the Faeries
Mysterious Encounters.
Stormy weather.
Have you ever felt that there is more than meets the eye in certain places or situations? An elusive truth, ambiguity, an unspecified threat, or something hidden that needs to be unearthed: perhaps you have simply found somewhere ancient containing countless folk memories, too old to be tapped. Unsettling, isn’t it, as though the answer is lurking just beyond the corner of your eye, but goes out of sight when you try to focus on it. Here are a few of my own personal phantoms.
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In amongst the emerging wreck I searched for Penny-dog’s shadow.
Was it really only a year since she and Rupert swam across the deep pool?
Six months later she was gone.
I miss her.
