Savitri L. Bess

Rainy day at the beach in Inishowen, Ireland

When I took the shot I was attracted by all the textures. Then later, I saw an image carved there by nature. Or perhaps the stone being emerging into view.

On the trail where I walk almost daily, I find little fairy houses (see one below). First it was one. Then another and another. Sometimes one get a new dress or a new front door. I figured they make their clothes from this lace lichen
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Simplicity. Beauty. All-pervading spirit in all things.

Check out the second story of this elaborate fairy house, built along a woodland trail

Ents having a conversation about territory and who's is who's. Wild rose patch seemed the best spot for the discussion (and the raising of swords for the battle to come).

A person can't get too many of these.

Seeking mystery from the depths, from the dark caves of old age.

I was inspired to approach this topic photographically after someone sent me a video of a woman in her 80's, a model, showing many views of the woman's plastic face, the many layers of plastic surgery, in a futile effort to preserve what was impossible to recover on a physical level. Youth.

Youth is an inner experience when you grow old. It can be seen the sparkle of the eyes, in the joy of laughter, in the silence of contemplation.  Read More 

At the end of Wonderland Trail, in the land of the pointed pines.

From my balcony