One warm and hazy Sunday afternoon I teamed up with You Me & Charlie to create a series of photographs to celebrate the Spring equinox. Inspired by the novel The Secret Garden by Frances Hodgson Burnett, the series depicts everything my heart aches for throughout winter. In our garden you will see my favorite sun drenched grassy knoll, an abundance of blossoming weeds and wildflowers, and a touch of magick sprinkled about for good measure. It is a place of renewal and harmony where each imagination can grow to it’s full potential.”
Here’s a peek of what Claire captured on the day of the photo shoot with Dianna, Ashley and Chelsea. There was certainly frolicking, dirt under our fingernails, bare feet, sunshine and of course, the sound of nature providing the most beautiful soundtrack.
Равноденствия весны сегодня. 20 марта 2012 в 12:14 утра по восточному стандартному времени возрождения, роста, где мы теряем старый, и пусть в новом.
"Является ли приход весны?" Сказал он. "Что это как?"…
"Это солнце на дождь и дождь на солнце…"
"До тех пор, пока у вас есть сад у вас есть будущее, и пока у вас есть время вы живы".
One of the new things people began to find out in the last century was that thoughts- just mere thoughts- are as powerful as electric batteries- as good for one as sunlight is, or as bad for one as poison. To let a sad thought or a bad one get into your mind is as dangerous as letting a scarlet fever germ get into your body. If you let it stay there after it has got you in you may never get over it as long as you live.”
One of the strange things about living in the world is that it is only now and then one is quite sure one is going to live forever and ever and ever. One knows it sometimes when one gets up at the tender solemn dawn-time and goes out and stands out and throws one’s head far back and looks up and up and watches the pale sky slowly changing and flushing and marvelous unknown things happening until the East almost makes one cry out and one’s heart stands still at the strange unchanging majesty of the rising of the sun–which has been happening every morning for thousands and thousands and thousands of years. One knows it then for a moment or so. And one knows it sometimes when one stands by oneself in a wood at sunset and the mysterious deep gold stillness slanting through and under the branches seems to be saying slowly again and again something one cannot quite hear, however much one tries. Then sometimes the immense quiet of the dark blue at night with the millions of stars waiting and watching makes one sure; and sometimes a sound of far-off music makes it true; and sometimes a look in someone’s eyes.”
“At first people refuse to believe that a strange new thing can be done, then they begin to hope it can be done, then they see it can be done–then it is done and all the world wonders why it was not done centuries ago.”
“I shall live forever and ever and ever ‘ he cried grandly. ‘I shall find out thousands and thousands of things. I shall find out about people and creatures and everything that grows – like Dickon – and I shall never stop making Magic. I’m well I’m well”
“However many years she lived, Mary always felt that ‘she should never forget that first morning when her garden began to grow’.”
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Прекрасные слова, и моя прекрасная Дианна Агрон.