Mabh Savage
Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
Rising in the Fall…
Taken while on Equinox Camp with amazing friends. The sun shone hot and I had to steal an Americanism for my title, simply because of how high I felt; how drunk on happiness and calm and balmy contentment; how warm and exquisite and worldly. We ate well; we talked; we foraged. And in the absence of formal ritual I used acorns, beech nuts and feathers to build a makeshift altar (on top of my car) simply to celebrate the unique balance; the joyous pause; the twilight of the year.
Mabh Savage 