with the patter of mole paws,
the scythe shined
in its rosary of cautious water drops.
ignited above the quince berries
as the snort of a rearing pony broke through,
bored with his rub-down—then the dream took over.
with you, your outline
was my hidden breath, your face
merged with my face, and the dark
upon the living few, amid heavenly
sounds, amid childish drums,
amid suspended globes of lightning
Of roses and gardens and a secret rendezvous
Monday, 26 May 2014
There are very few things as exciting as posting some
photos that you are just in love with... Soft, ethereal, dreamy... And not to
mention that we were in the most amazing greenhouse...
In the
Greenhouse Eugenio Motale 1896-1981
The lemon bushes overflowed
A dot, a ladybug,
Kidnapped, and weightless, I was drenched
idea of God descended
upon me, upon you, and over the lemons…
Creative directing & Styling: Dust & Dreams
Photography
Wardrobe: Lize-mari Hare { and isn’t that dress just
divine!!}
Location: The Greenhouse @ Rosemary Hill, South Africa
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