lands imagined by eye and ear
Small screams drew us from far and wide through a sun-dappled valley of rosewood and pyne to the edge of a great field of green — but a green of vein-blue hue it was, like an ocean stained with jealousy. There in the deep of that sweetgrass sea stood a twisted old ironwood tree.
It snaked skyward, spawn of a gray strain unknown, ominous, lost, at anchor alone, a strange scurvy pirate, no skull but all bones, bleeding black sap like bile.
With gnarled, fingery branches it cast a wide net, nails longing to scratch at our treasure and get it…
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The illuminated lore project is an ongoing collaboration of
photographer Michael Leacher
and Lore of the Underlings author John Klobucher
The picture has a very spectral feel to it. Very appropriate.
Thanks David! Yes, Michael really captured something in this image…