The oldest fairy portal here. A disc cast by the glittering lake of my late bonzai Lucky who passed away under the care of someone else while I was moving. Amen. Love you Lucky
A grand path for small travelers.
I promise there will only be one of these sections posted here. Art is a form of nature too, because humans are part of the natural equilibrium just as any life is.
I made this to serve as an artificial escape, similar to the natural ones.
Dust faeries come in a range of colors with a rainbow hue, and a spiral body. I find them mysterious. What trick of the light is producing them?
Rain drops are Faeries, each one casts a little trick of the light as it falls.
This gif is edited for higher contrast and cold beauty, to capture the spirit of rains.
Snow flakes are Faeries, each is a little trick of the light as it glides.
This gif is edited for higher contrast and cold beauty, to capture the spirit of snows.
Gaze skyward under a tree, be amazed by what you see. A bridge to Autumn.
A gateway only traversable by The Green.
Gaze skyward under a tree, be amazed by what you see. Mossy paths in a land of blue skies.
This squirrel's front gate transforms in the snow, into an archway of warmth on the cold.
This moss adorned archway appears like a deactivated portal to some kindof world inhabited by moss-people
She appears in a blue ball gown with a teal and violet crown. Dancing above the twinkling lights of the forest faeries. She is the sun faerie.
A solitary shore faerie can be seen clinging on to a rock, its existence: the boundary between water land light and time.
Unlike the mostly solitary shore faerie, the forest faerie congregate in large groups, where the shore faerie is often a plane white; forest faeries range in hue from sky blue to golden-leaf yellow. Their energy permeates sunlit forests providing tranquil energy through their unseen presence.
Old battered vehicles or tools, taken on a life of their own; these are the rust faeries.