Something I've really started to pay more attention to this year is the small things that bring me joy. And I thought that sharing a few examples of what's been making me happy these past few days would be a restful - yet still hopefully inspiring - way to wind down this hectic (but positive… Continue reading Some Things That Have Been Bringing Me Joy
There is an eerie feeling to this time of year. An uneasy energy in the air. It's something I've felt since the days when I still believed in Father Christmas. I lived for that feeling, for that energy. When I could feel it start to gather in the last days of November, a change would… Continue reading The Darkest Days – Winter Ghost Stories
There is always a nervous energy coursing through me whenever I start a new project. Even more so on this occasion because it has been. so. god. damn. long. since I have done an actual project with actual deadlines and actual goals. And because today I was challenging myself to capture the 'essence' of a… Continue reading The Darkest Days – Skaði
Bloody hell. It feels strange to be blogging. I decided to start typing before my anxiety got the better of me. Folks who have been coming here for a while will know that quite a long time ago - about 18 months - I went into a depressive episode and started to lose my ability… Continue reading The Darkest Days – A Photography Project
I mentioned a few weeks ago that I'd been pushing hard with my photography, which included the launch of a new website and now, the weekly release of a new series of recent and unseen photographs. I launched the first collection last Sunday and am making preparations for this Sunday's release. Today I lowered the… Continue reading Yuletide At Wyrd Words & Effigies : Katie Metcalfe Photography Gift List
I passed nobody on my venture deep into the forest today as I followed the trail of a deer, and it was utter bliss. I truly relish my solitude. There was silence, except for the sound of my boots crunching through the snow and my low breathing. It was unnerving that I couldn't hear bird… Continue reading My Other Shadows : Day Thirty Six
And from my broken heart, a winter garland grows.
I wear every fur you have given me, but winter, with his insatiable appetite, calls loudly for my blood.
Her only desire was to be as pale and quiet as the first frost gathering on the forgotten pines.
Last night I decided that today I'd start a new 100 day self portraiture project called 'My Other Shadows.' I've been wanting to explore self portraiture more and really push myself to create new and interesting images, and combine them with some words. So, here's the first one. I love winter so dearly I horde… Continue reading My Other Shadows : Day One
Celebrating the strange and the shadowy, the damned and unseen 