Little mushroom dreams of becoming a big tree.

I love the way the dew is beading on the feather, the way it’s nestled between the blades of grass,  fallen leaf and flowers. 

Black and grey sometimes lets you see a different kind of beauty. The beauty of stark contrasts.

A walk in the wood unveiled this magical meeting place. I think this could be the setting for a story one day.

I’ve been discovering more creative passions this year. I’m loving the developments in my writing and now, photography has begun to catch my eye. I thought the Casual Narrative could enjoy it too.
Some recent efforts.