I always find it interesting how childhood experiences still inform my thoughts and dreams. My trip to England last week brought back memories of a couple of beloved childhood books.
I have never been able to see a door in a wall and not think of The Secret Garden and the hidden worlds on the other side of those walls. I took these pictures in the tiny town of Yarmouth on the Isle of Wight. How I would have loved to peek through the keyholes to the gardens beyond!
A few days later I found myself taking pictures of trees in the New Forest and thinking of Pookie, the inspiring rabbit with wings that is so beautifully illustrated by Ivy Wallace. I am sure Pookie wandered valiantly through this forest. I love the lines of the trunks accented by the texture and color of moss. Completely unintentionally the pictures below match:)