When I was little, I had a whole series of fairy books by Shirley Barber. She was the author and illustrator, and her illustrations were really something. Her fae were always lithe limbed, with gossamer dresses, spectacular wings, and an abundance of flowers woven through their hair.
At six-years-old, if you had offered me the opportunity to leave my parents and all I knew behind to go and live in one of Shirley Barber’s fairy lands, would I have done it? Ummm… Yes. At 25, do I still want to be a fairy? Also yes.
Unrealistic, I know, so it’s not an endeavour I put any energy into. However, if I were to stumble across a floor-length floral dress in the prettiest pastel colours that practically floats behind me when I walk, I could definitely play pretend.
Chelsey and I took these photos in the Mount Tamborine Botanic Gardens, which are already one of my favourite places. On this particular day, we arrived at just the right time, with the perfect conditions. The sunlight was filtering through the trees onto blooming pink rose bushes, their perfume just permeating the air and teasing my nose, and it was one of those rare moments in life when you stop to actually take a breath and appreciate exactly where you are.