Time for another entry in Friday Fictioneers challenge, courtesy of Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. If you want to give it a try, check the info on her blog. 100 words more or less, inspired by a photo, here we go….
Copyright – C.E. Ayr
Copyright – C.E. Ayr
Flowers are magical things, containing the world of their own. Full of colors, different shapes, textures…perfect subjects for any photographer. But just as you think you can’t find anymore secrets, you switch to black and white and discover another secret world…and if you look very carefully, you will find some magical creatures looking back at you.
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You never know what surprises the day has in store for you. So, when I woke up this morning, had my coffee and scrolled down my Facebook wall, I stumbled upon something so magical and magnificent, that it’s hard to find the right words.
Of his inspiration:
“In 1920 two little girls photographed fairies at the bottom of their garden and created a news sensation. As we know, the photographs were fake, but the story captured the imagination of people who wanted to believe.”
“A couple of years ago, while trying out my new camera, I took the picture in the woods at the bottom of my garden. It was only later when looking at the results that I spotted the figure in the tree.”
“It’s obviously a trick of the light coming through the trees. What else could it be? Whatever it is, it captured my imagination and inspired me to use the idea in my sculpture.”
Although as a photographer I encounter tricks of the light too often, I would rather believe the real fairies decided to show themselves to Robin, knowing it would inspire him to create magic.
As his signature, he places a stone “heart” at each fairy’s core, sometimes engraving these hearts with messages. Imagine that, sculptures with hearts, elevating his art to another level.
What better place to look for fairies than the bottom of the garden. You can find them at Trentham Gardens in Staffordshire, England, where there are currently 14 fairies hidden and waiting to be discovered.
I can’t remember when I felt so overwhelmed by art work, it seems like the portal opened between Earth and Fairy, and all the magical creatures decided to visit us for a while. I can only hope they spread around and land somewhere near Croatia, so I can see them in person.
On a more serious note, I truly hope this very talented artist has continuing success and joy with his exceptional work, without becoming too overwhelmed.
All images are courtesy of Robin Wight, and are published with permission.
Another short story as a result of The Daily Post prompt Breathing Room: “An extra room has magically been added to your home overnight. The catch: if you add more than three items to it, it disappears. How do you use it?”
In a land far, far away there is a forest. In the middle of the forest, there is a meadow. In the middle of the meadow, there is a house. In the middle of the house, there is a room. In the middle of the room, there is a mirror. And there, in front of the mirror, stands a little girl. Looking in, smiling at what she sees.
Her grandmother and grandfather, her mother and father, her little white dog. They are smiling back at her, telling her beautiful stories and singing wonderful songs. And if she is sad, they tell her words of love and bravery, of tenderness and courage. And the little dog, he jumps around and tosses her a little red ball, so she could toss it back.
It is a mirror of memory. And every time she feels sad and alone, that little girl stands in front of the mirror and smiles at her loved ones. And as she walks out of the room, she always leaves three things behind – a brush, a cup and a bird. For, you see, this is the magic room, and it disappears if you add three more items to it. And when she comes back, she stands outside and whistles for the bird to fly out of the window and the room magically appears again. For, you see, it is a magical bird.
There is a mirror of memory. In the middle of the room. In the middle of the house. In the middle of the meadow. In the middle of the forest. In a land far, far away. And if you listen very carefully, you can hear a little girl’s laughter.