Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes

“There was a rainbow waiting for them above the barrow. Its head was lost in the halo of cloud which mirrored the encircling hills.If the landscape itself is the grail of legend, then the hill is the jewel at its heart.
Even today with the air a magical haze on the horizon you can see them, the hills, our hills, outlined faintly across the far distance like stepping stones to vision.
They are beacons.”

Giants Dance: Rhyme and Reason

“…blessed by rainbows.” I can never capture them all on camera, and I manage to do justice to none, but some things are a gift simply to be lived.

The weather has been that of a typical English spring. In the ever-shifting light the world changes, the familiar becomes strange… eerie, ethereal. Otherworldly. What meets our eyes is different moment to moment and what is now will never be again. Each…