Tag Archives: nymph

no love shack for the watering hole.

© Hugh Alison | July 2015
model: Rebecca Tun
Reykjanes Peninsula, Iceland


figuresofgrace:

One of my photos has just been published in a major international photography magazine.  Read about it in my latest blog post:

https://figuresofgrace.wordpress.com/2015/01/29/another-photo-in-photo/

with Rebecca Tun


simbiosa 2016

The next calendar by Thomas Bichler is ready. Featuring Lulu Lockhart​, Rubia Stri​, Romi Muse…and me dangling from precipices in April and October.

simbiosa 2016


“Welcome to my bend in the river.” Peaceful when left to its own devices, but stubbornly territorial, this Icelandic river-dwelling sprite is thought to be descended from Scottish water kelpies which may have snuck aboard boats in the middle ages. It’s not known how many of this species live in Iceland but this is the only one that has been reliably photographed, and is believed to occupy a particular stretch of river just outside the town. According to reports it has been spotted in and around caves and under bridges, splashing around in the shallow water, rolling rocks off waterfalls, building what look like temporary dams, and – it has once been claimed – humming tuneless ditties and giggling.

© Bragi Kort | July 2015
model: Rebecca Tun
Höfuðborgarsvæðið, Iceland


somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond

any experience,your eyes have their silence:

in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,

or which i cannot touch because they are too near


your slightest look easily will unclose me

though i have closed myself as fingers,

you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens

(touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose


or if your wish be to close me, i and

my life will shut very beautifully ,suddenly,

as when the heart of this flower imagines

the snow carefully everywhere descending;


nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals

the power of your intense fragility:
whose texture
compels me with the color of its countries,

rendering death and forever with each breathing


(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens;
only something in me understands

the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)

nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands
E. E. Cummings
(1894 – 1962)

© Henri Senders – Papendrecht, the Netherlands – April 2015
other hands: Ayla


Snow White, lost in the woods
© Henri Senders – Papendrecht, the Netherlands – April 2015


the list from a time ; me and my new person who ate poison berries ; i think it’s time
© Henri Senders – Papendrecht, the Netherlands – April 2015


exploring the island’s cave carvings in Mallorca, June 2014 © ms-photo


I belong to the earth

© boerge | May 2013 | Münchehofer Heide, near Berlin, Germany


one of my very early art nudes, out in the beautiful countryside around Dublin, Ireland © Des Barry | 2009