Enchanted Forests - Ars Silentium Photography

Trees have accompanied me since my early age and I have spent a fair bit of my childhood playing in the forests. I guess it goes without saying that the love for woodland never subsided while I grew up.

The woods never sleep, be it birds singing, trees groaning, winds whispering. Imagining creatures hidden from human eyes while roaming through the forests is therefore not that far fetched. No wonder it's a playground for filmmakers, painters, photographers, poets, writers alike.

Galadriel's Song
I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold, and leaves of gold there grew:
Of wind I sang, a wind there came and in the branches blew.
Beyond the Sun, beyond the Moon, the foam was on the Sea,
And by the strand of Ilmarin there grew a golden Tree.
Beneath the stars of Ever-eve in Eldamar it shone,
In Eldamar beside the walls of Elven Tirion.
There long the golden leaves have grown upon the branching years,
While here beyond the Sundering Seas now fall the Elven-tears.
O Lórien! The Winter comes, the bare and leafless Day;
The leaves are falling in the stream, the River flows away.
O Lórien! Too long I have dwelt upon this Hither Shore
And in a fading crown have twined the golden elanor.
But if of ships I now should sing, what ship would come to me,
What ship would bear me ever back across so wide a Sea?
J. R. R. Tolkien






Ulalume [an excerpt]
The skies they were ashen and sober;
The leaves they were crisped and sere—
The leaves they were withering and sere;
It was night in the lonesome October
Of my most immemorial year:
It was hard by the dim lake of Auber,
In the misty mid region of Weir—
It was down by the dank tarn of Auber,
In the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir ...
Edgar Allan Poe

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