Weaving fairytales in the old woods of New England
In the northeastern corner of North America, the winters are long, the summers are brief, and the autumns take your breath away. The woods are filled with moss-coated stone walls that are centuries old and the veil between realms seems thin. In celebration of the magic of the northern woods, I have created sculptures of the wee folk I imagine live in this special place…and their stories too, for the young-at-heart and all believers in the wonder of the world around us. The stories are free to read at Fiddlehead Ink, with a link to be found on my bio. I hope you enjoy them!
u/FionelaFiddlehead — 2 days ago