You can find me in the forest
This week of lockdown has been strange, I have made a number of decisions and some, like changing my Twitter username to @LHMphoto was much easier to make than others.
As it has been difficult I needed a clear headspace to think so I set off into the forest to reset myself. Spending time photographing in forests takes me back to my childhood and hearing my mother say those wonderful words ‘Once upon a time’. When she read to me, a doorway opened in my imagination that has never closed. As an adult, I still read fairytales, but also study them, researching folklore, myths and all things magical.
Straight out of fairytales, forests are places where strange creatures might be hiding and where you could get lost forever. They are silent and beautiful in a weird and ancient-feeling way. As the forest grew deeper and denser I stopped very still and listened under the great old and tangled trees covered with moss of a deep green hue. It was eerily quiet and apart from a lone bird high overhead there was no sound, equally terrifying and fascinating all at once.
“Only by going alone in silence, without baggage, can one truly get into the heart of the wilderness. The spiritual eye sees not only rivers of water but of air. It sees the crystals of the rock in rapid sympathetic motion, giving enthusiastic obedience to the sun’s rays, then sinking back to rest in the night. The whole world is in motion to the centre, I only went out for a walk, and finally concluded to stay out till sundown, for going out, I found, was really going in. ”
