A Fairy Tale

Once upon a time but not so long ago and somewhere in nowhere nearby I was walking in an ancient forest.

Watched by numerous eyes, glittering in the moon quarter, I struck upon an owl high up in an elm asking me if I believe in faeries.

I said “Why do you ask”?

“Seeing is believing”.

And I saw.

When I woke up in the morning I said to my wife. “You never gonna believe this dream but I will visualize it for you”.

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A Fairy-tale from Stanford

A friend of us in the village used to make ‘faeries’. He made a good living out of it and even employed people from (hate that expression:) ‘previously disadvantaged communities‘ (which are BTW still marginalized). The faeries from Stanford, South Africa went all over the globe. But as with so many great new ideas and products; there are always those copycats who do it cheaper and often with inferior materials. The faeries are now made in … (guess….).

A fairy-tale¬†is a surreal¬†story and usually with a happy ending. Our friend’s fairy-tale did not have a happy ending but the remains of his own faeries are all over his place and tell their own story. When processing a selection of 2 images of desintegrating faeries in his garden I tried to emphasize the reality beyond.

But my friend and his wife are an optimistic couple. Soon they will start with a new range of angel faeries and let’s all hope that the follow up of this fairy-tale has a happy ending after all.

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