“Love is the mystery of water and a star.” ― Pablo Neruda

welfe bowyer and shayna quinn. two incredible, exceptionally talented generous hilarious kind hearted souls who had one of the loveliest, most sincere weddings i have ever been to last week, in the garden of his mother's house. with walnut trees, forests, golden fields and friends. it was a wonderful wonderful weekend and i am so very honoured to have taken your photos.

“But I love your feet only because they walked upon the earth and upon the wind and upon the waters, until they found me.” ― Pablo Neruda

We will fall like ripe fruit and roll down the grass together. Dear friend, let me lie beside you watching the clouds until the earth covers us and we are gone. - Jeanette Winterson

a little woodstock with tints of el topo.  and so much magical love.

“The days aren’t discarded or collected, they are bees that burned with sweetness or maddened the sting: the struggle continues, the journeys go and come between honey and pain. No, the net of years doesn’t unweave: there is no net. They don’t fall drop by drop from a river: there is no river. Sleep doesn’t divide life into halves, or action, or silence, or honor: life is like a stone, a single motion, a lonesome bonfire reflected on the leaves, an arrow, only one, slow or swift, a metal that climbs or descends burning in your bones.” ― Pablo Neruda, Still Another Day

had a beautiful visit with my father last month. in his peaceful world. we drank homemade honeymead and sat in the field all day in the sun 
while i read cormac mccarthy and he did the cryptic crossword.  we went eel hunting and ate thai sticky rice for tea every night.
 he lit a fire in the copper for a bath just like when i was a kid...but i accidentally pushed the chimney right off it before i got to have mine!