A Bridge for Faeries
There’s something about this ancient bridge and soft lighting that captures my imagination. It’s charming, enchanting.
I used to love faeries as a child and collected the Flower Fairy books by Cecily Mary Barker. I think that’s one of the first places I fell in love with the art; I adored the beautiful, delicate illustrations.
This bridge reminds me of those books and those fairies for some reason that I can’t quite put my finger on. Maybe it’s the softness of the light, or the rich leafy greens. Maybe it’s the lily pads which I’ve always loved. Something about the magical atmosphere of this bridge makes me think fairies are hiding in the bushes and imps will play tricks on you if you aren’t on your guard.
It’s an old bridge, at least 16th century. It’s the bridge that leads out of this small French town; once you cross it, you find yourself in fields of sunflowers within moments.
There’s something about bridges that signifies crossing over, crossing worlds, crossing from one plane to another.