Catching Fairies: Midsummer Woodland

I think, when Shakespeare wrote A Midsummer Night’s Dream, he had strolled in a forest like mine. Perhaps he had strolled in this very forest.

On evenings like this, words fail me. And so does my camera. For an English forest in the heat of midsummer, emerald-green, fairy-enchanted, filled with furtive birds and lazy wingborne creatures: an English forest is simply a fairytale.

Tonight the air was heavy with the perfume of pine and honeysuckle and there were patches of light which must surely have been bewitched. Languid sun shone through the leaves and possessed them, warm wind shimmered each line and detail of emerald so that a personality emerged, right there, in that very patch of light.

And for all the world, its seemed possible that Titania stood behind a tree just out of sight, and Oberon postured beyond the turn in the path.

Days like this: they frustrate the wordsmith in me. The blowsy, browsy warmth of an early English teatime, far from the madding crowds of London and the workplaces of the towns nearby, it will not be pinned down. The mesmerising light cannot be contained on a flat, man-made pixel-trap.

This is wild light, the kind you long to bottle. Fairy-light.

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29 thoughts on “Catching Fairies: Midsummer Woodland

  1. When we visited England, David’s wish was to see Robbers’ Bridge in Lorna Doone country. We stopped there for a few minutes. It was possibly the most beautiful place I’ve ever been. And I think your words bottled the light beautifully.

  2. Fairy light! I love this, Kate; your photos catching the wild light and your word painting such an ethereal picture of the enchantment in your forest. Thank you.

  3. I enjoyed your walk in the woods. I would have taken some of the same pictures :-). You know that I like to take pictures of flora and fauna.

  4. Well said and very beautiful pictures as well. I can relate to the way a particular place or view can leave you almost speechless, but luckily you found just the right amount of words.

    1. Originaltitle, how nice of you to come along and take the time to look and read. The words fell short, as did the pictures, though 🙂 You can’t best nature…

  5. Looks as though Macaulay’s enjoying it almost as much as you, Kate. It’s a pretty cool day here, so I’m feeling how the air was limpid around you, your pictures fill in some of the details of the forest, and your words remind me of that shimmering fairy light. What a wonderful walk through the woods with you both!

  6. The frustrating thing is that no photo seems to do it justice. I took so many pictures of that light and landscape when I was there on my Rotary trip, and I look at them often. None of them capture the enchanted quality that hung in the very air.

  7. Did you leave a trail of bread crumbs so as to find your way home? Macaulay looks like a natural part of that landscape. Look out for witches in candy cottages.

  8. I have never loved your beloved forest more, Kate . . . especially those impossibly green ferns marking the path and beckoning to walkers, “Walk on!”

  9. How magical, Kate! I can see why words just aren’t enough, although your photos are lovely and give a strong sense of deliciousness! 🙂 I understand why you would just want to drink it in and hold onto summer!

  10. Absolute fairy tale quality light Kate! And your words transported me to your magical forest! Thank you for sharing such beauty 🙂

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