"Spiritwood"

"Spiritwood"From the Collection: At World's End I once believed that the worlds edge would be where magic lives. In New Zealand, I found something close to it. Black sand beaches, mountains disappearing into cloud, old friends and new encounters. Different horses, different landscapes, yet the same feeling kept following me wherever the road led. Returning to New Zealand for the second time, made me feel like coming home to something I had longed for ever since I

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felt like guardians of old tales

From the Collection: At World's End

a reminder that the magic we once imagined still exists

I once believed that the world’s edge would be where magic lives

yet deeply connected

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Some photographs aren’t part of a larger thread — they hold their own

and air that carried a stillness I had almost forgotten

grasslands that seemed to have no end

Let them choose their favourite print

I found horses that carried centuries in their gaze