My Realm

I've always loved how much aspens distinctly remind me of this mountain, and how familiar and welcoming they feel to me when I'm here. When I was young and we would play our imaginary games and pass through our 'magic' gate to become royalty, I was princess of the trees. I remember walking around, spending what I thought was quality time with my subjects- touching their trunks, gazing into their leaves and branches, sometimes willing a soft hello to be understood between us without speaking. We all wore crowns made out of wildflowers, but that was in the summertime, so I found some pretty red aspen leaves to adorn my hair this time around.









Being here during Autumn brings a whole new kind of magic I never got to experience as a child. The leaves I remember were a pretty deep green that turned bright when the sun shone through. Now a vibrant golden glow bathes the whole forest and filters the sunlight differently. My own Lothlorien.

When the wind blows, the small, thin, delicate leaves all flutter, twist, and turn in all directions. They seem to change colour with every movement, depending on if they are right side up or upside down - in light, or shadow. The fluttering from the canopy of leaves above sends the forest floor dancing with happy little shadows. I've always loved just laying down with my eyes closed- feeling the warm bright sunlight ebb and flow constantly over my face in the mountain breeze. I love how dynamic aspen trunks look no matter the season, with their bright whites and jet black markings. I've been meaning to paint more aspens. They're so beautiful.







Outfit: Dress and Shoes: Vintage/ Thrifted