The Remnants and Revenants of the Great Black Swamp

"Here, she will be trapped in her own illusion, because everything in the woods is exactly as it seems."

Angela Carter ~ the Erl-King

Haunting the remnants of the Great Black Swamp with my collaborator and compatriot, Mere Pseud. 

In The Woods/Black Wings

 The woods are what they are, and there's nothing more to say.

Black Madonna

After this week's frost, as I sat watching my usual patch of woods, I saw the suggestion of a dark figure watching back.

I can only hope she means well.

A Walk In The Woods

It was one of those days, when strange shapes and mysterious figures seemed to lurk at every turn.

Dream Of The Sentient Woods

One night, I dreamt that the woods were alive. That is, that the woods were sentient beings, twig-like creatures who only assumed their true form under cover of darkness. At night, when everyone else was asleep, I could hear their rustling whispers as they moved. In the dream, I came to understand that the underbrush did not so much grow as creep.

This little twig configuration I saw the other day made me wonder if one of them hadn't been caught in the daylight after all. :)