Dream-Land

“By the lakes that thus outspread Their lone waters, lone and dead, – Their sad waters, sad and chilly With the snows of the lolling lily, – By the mountains – near the river Murmuring lowly, murmuring ever” Edgar Allan Poe, Dream-Land...

By The Old Burned Tree

“Where Claribel low-lieth The breezes pause and die, Letting the rose-leaves fall; But the solemn oak-tree sigheth, Thick-leaved, ambrosial, With an ancient melody Of an inward agony, Where Claribel low-leith” Lord Alfred Tennyson...

Bad Weather

Written by: Martina Egli Towards the end of last week I decided on impulse to take a trip to Scotland and try and grab some images. As I left London from Kings Cross, the sun was shining and the weather seemed pretty good for photography… little did I know! As...

Loch Or Lagoon?

”Beauty is a form of genius – is higher, indeed, than genius, as it needs no explanation. It is of the great facts in the world like sunlight, or springtime, or the reflection in dark water of that silver shell we call the moon.” Oscar Wilde...

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