Our gods are dark. They live, they love, they bleed, and they die ©.
This is my ongoing series of black and white photos dedicated to nature and celebrating my pagan heritage. It was shot as an escape from stagnation that I felt creatively for quite a while, and this little photo walk in High Park (Toronto, ON) really helped me unlock and bring my creativity back.
Part 1 of this series was dedicated to water as an eternal source of life and creativity that keeps all the secrets of this world. Part 2 is dedicated to the trees. In pagan beliefs, everything on this Earth, all the living creatures, and even stones, have souls. The trees have souls too, and they also keep memories. The tree stands in the centre of this world and holds it all together. The Tree of Life connects this world with the Upper world where the gods live, and with the Underworld where the dead souls are heading.
In the old times, people believed that if you had a secret that you didn't want anyone to ever learn about, you would go on the hill alone, find a tree, dig a little hole in it, whisper your secret there and seal it. That way your secret would always be safe. This is such a beautiful legend, and it also so inspiring.