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Narnia Soundtrack - Lucy Meets Mr. Tumnus ♪ ♫ ♩ ♬
Nice to have on in the background^^
So here is my favourite darling from my garden, Mr. Tumnus, with a message for those who have recently faved, commented and viewed my work, especially the latest pieces.
Forgive me if I haven't yet got back to you only I have been struck down with a wretched cold over the weekend which is taking me a while to get rid of. I got caught in the rain coming back from an appointment and got soaked, which has resulted in a beast of a cold. I think I have turned the corner, but I certainly need some more sleep! Even me, the self-confessed Night Owl.
So I wanted to say a heartfelt thank you for those who have continued to support me, and I will be looking at your gorgeous work as soon as I can.
Best Wishes, Shelley.
Breaking Through...
A heavy snow fell last Saturday night covering everything with a thick layer of fresh fluffy white snow. We got up early and headed to the park where we found ourselves in a scene from the movie Narnia; snow was falling from the branches above every time the wind blew. at times it was as if it was still snowing... with so much snow falling from the heavy laden branches overhead.
As we Entered the east entrance to the park we were amazed by the covering of snow on the trees. it looked like a scene from the movie Narnia the lion the witch and wardrobe where Lucy Pevensie meets the Mr Tumnus... a wonderful movie and this was a magical scene.
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“Meanwhile,' said Mr Tumnus, 'it is winter in Narnia, and has been for ever so long, and we shall both catch cold if we stand here talking in the snow." (C.S. Lewis in Chronicles of Narnia)
I wasn't expecting this. It feels as if I've wandered into the back of an enormous invisible wardrobe, found the secret door and emerged into a Narnian world up here in the hills. It wouldn’t surprise me at all if I were to bump into a talking faun called Mister Tumnus with an invitation to tea, or a white witch riding across the ice in a sleigh, armed with Turkish Delight and bad intentions. Yet this place is just a ten minute stroll from the car park by the hotel, where there was no snow apart from a handful of white patches in the shadows, no ice and absolutely no sign of what lay just a little further up the track. While winter appears to have released its grip on the port at the bottom of the hill, it still clings to exposed patches of the landscape up here at the lake.
On the way up I walk past a group of three lads who I instantly recognise. They can't be older than twenty, and as it’s an adult only cruise, they must be among the very youngest passengers on our ship. I'll bet they wonder how on earth they've ended up on a holiday where the pensioners probably outnumber them by nearly fifty to one. Well at least I'm not the only passenger who's found my way up here then. I press on past them, keen to see what lies ahead. Svartvatnet is the third in a series of lakes along the path, each one roughly double the size of the last; each one covered in increasingly large areas of ice that’s slowly turning into slush. There's another smaller lake that reverses the trend lying higher still along the route to the top, but with one eye on the clock and the other on a nearby viewpoint I've been told about to find afterwards, I decide that this is where my hike up the Keiservarden trail will reach its highest point. No doubt those youngsters marched all the way to the top. I'll bet the views were worth it. I suspect I could have made it up to the summit and back too, but the payoff is that I can spend the better part of an hour right here beside the lake. And best of all, much of it is still covered by a thinning sheet of ice. When you live in the far southwest corner of Great Britain, you don't get to see this sort of thing very often. In fact I’m not sure if I’ve ever seen anything like this at all before.
What strikes me most is the total absence of sound. Nothing stirs and nothing moves. Not a creak in the ice nor a breath in the air nor a bird in the sky to penetrate the perfect silence. As close to pure peace as you can imagine. I wonder how long it will be before the place is waking up in riotous colour to the busy hum of insects going about their daily routines in the short summer months of Northern Norway. And how soon the ground will be littered with gold and red carpets, heaving with fat ripe bilberries to signal the arrival of an even more brief autumn before everything turns white again. Just three other people pass along the narrow track that encircles the lake, each of whom seem equally keen to find a space alone with their thoughts this afternoon. I’d have preferred Ali to be with me, but she’s been confined to the cabin with Norovirus symptoms since we woke this morning and our little balcony at the front of deck twelve is the limit of her world on our only day in the Arctic Circle. She’d have loved it here. Our kind of place, hidden away from the world. Just about everyone else coming ashore for the afternoon headed straight towards the town centre unless they were on an excursion. I could have gone on the coach around the coast to visit Saltstraumen and see one of the world’s fastest tidal currents, racing through a narrow gap between Skjerstad Fjord and Saltfjorden at a rate of twenty knots, but of course I’d have had to share the experience with a bunch of strangers. No, I’m much happier here, taking my time to explore the icy lake alone.
It may be the only occasion on which I get to use the wide angle lens during the cruise. Many photos have been taken at the long end of the superzoom, most of them from the sun deck of Aurora. Handheld of course. Lower down the hill the tripod remained unemployed for the few shots I took earlier. But here, everything photographically speaking is far more familiar. The tripod is used for each shot, and even the polariser gets an outing. Mostly the filters, the tripod and the wide angle lens have been little more than extra baggage to lug about. The process of taking photographs suddenly feels more immersive and deliberate than when the shutter whirrs in hope as we move slowly along the coast. This is what I’m used to and I’m only just getting started, but the clock is ticking. I could easily stay here all afternoon in Narnia, but I have to get back to the port at the bottom of the hill and be on board by half past five unless I want to be turned to stone. Just a few more minutes here then………
Mr. Tumnus is on the walk in the magical forest, covered with snow. He plays a tune for everyone who might hear it.
This picture was absolutely unexpected - I had to finally go to the shop, but when I went out I saw that snow covered all the trees like in Narnia, and there was a beautiful sunset light. Even though I still felt bad, I thought I might take a simple and quick picture, because the light was really something (so orange!), and all other days before were cloudy.
So I went back and updated my 2017 version of Mr. Tumnus from my contest entry for our LUG. But when I was slowly collecting the pieces, the light changed. I took the picture anyway - at least I tried. :)
Into The White...
A heavy snow fell Saturday night covering everything with a thick layer of fresh fluffy white snow. We got up early and headed to the park where we found ourselves in a scene from the movie Narnia; snow was falling from the branches above every time the wind blew. at times it was as if it was still snowing... with so much snow falling from the heavy laden branches overhead.
As we Entered the east entrance to the park we were amazed by the covering of snow on the trees. it looked like a scene from the movie Narnia the lion the witch and wardrobe where Lucy Pevensie meets the Mr Tumnus... a wonderful movie and this was a magical scene.
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Against the blizzards we fought, knee deep in snow(in places :) falling on our backsides, battling against the elements,through woods and fields,to get this shot, haha. It was fun! Our walk through the woods to this place was like being in Narnia, magical,I wouldnt have been surprised to see a lampost and Mr Tumnus! A great day, felt so alive! :) Visited with AlternativeDayOut.
One thing about winter in New England: sometimes you wake up in the morning, step outside, and it's like you've walked right through the wardrobe into the land of Narnia.
This birdcage is close to one hundred years old. It belonged to my grandmother, who kept a series of parakeets and canaries, all named Petey. We got a parakeet, named him Petey, and put him in here. We left the door open so he could flutter around and one winter day, a few years ago, he flew out the front door and we never saw him again. Sad, that.
"Meanwhile" said Mr Tumnus, "'it is winter in Narnia, and it has been for ever so long" : Still the snow comes here too...
Hertfordshire Project 52 #5b
White-letter Hairsteaks are definitely one of Britain's scarcer butterflies that most people would only see by making a special effort to find them. I usually spot this elusive hairstreak fluttering around the canopy of Elm Trees, but occasionally I can find one at photographable elevations, like this one. In common with Black and Green Hairstreaks it never basks with its wings open.
White-letter Hairstreak was the original butterfly to which the name "hair streak" was applied by James Petiver in 1703. The scientific name Satyrium is named after the Satyrs in Greek mythology. Satyrs are associated with the worship of Bacchus, and are often depicted with horns and the rear-end of a goat (like Mr Tumnus the "Fawn" in C S Lewis's Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe). Satyrs engaged in spritely dances with the Nymphs and it is thought the name Satyrium was given because of its lively flight. W-album is purely descriptive of the white (albus) letter W, which gives rise to its current vernacular name.
I have no excuse for putting up another image of my Mr. Tumnus statue in my garden, except to say that I am so fond of him I can't help it.
There is just such a gentle smile on his face.
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"Always winter, never Christmas."
{Mr.Tumnus - Chronicles of Narnia}
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Mr Tumnus grew up in the forests of Narnia before the White Witch caused the eternal winter. Before the winter, Tumnus enjoyed midnight dances, long hunting parties, feasting, and treasure seeking. His many friends included not only fauns, but also nymphs, dryads, Red Dwarfs, and talking animals, including Mr. Beaver and Mrs. Beaver.
"What with the parcels and the snow it looked just as if he had been doing his Christmas shopping. He was a Faun. And when he saw Lucy he gave such a start of surprise that he dropped all his parcels.
'Goodness gracious me!' exclaimed the Faun."
Mr. Tumnus and the lamppost spring to life from the snowy white pages of C.S. Lewis’ magical book, The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe.
Thanks to Bruce for editing my photos.
C.S. Lewis, author of the Narnia series would have known this little foot-passage well, and it does have certain elements that are perhaps reflected in his books
It is known he gave readings in St. Mary's (hidden by the shrubbery on the left) and would have exited by its west door into this alley. Directly opposite is an ornately carved door depicting a lion's head and mane, and the door-hood is supported on fanciful brackets of gilded fawns, perhaps the models for Mr Tumnus. (Here just visible in the gloom.)
And also here is the iconic solitary lamp post, (although those crossing Marston water-meadows feel more in keeping with the books - see an old image of mine in the comments box).
I must have walked past this hand pump a hundred times and never noticed it.
Sadly, like most of these old pumps and drinking fountains it hasn't worked for many a year, which seems a shame now that water is so fashionable and the use of plastic bottles frowned upon. (No-one would have thought of carrying water around when I was young - more likely a flask of tea!...mind you, nobody ran back then unless you'd nicked something).
The pavements still wet after a pounding hailstorm, I was hanging around here hoping to get a decent shot of the famous 'Narnia' door, here on the left.
C.S Lewis, author of the Narnia books (The Lion Witch and the Wardrobe) and friend of Tolkien was a devout Christian and worshiped - and I think a 'reader?'- at St Mary's Church across the passageway here and would have known this door well. The brackets holding the door hood are gilted fawns and the door itself has a wonderfully carved panel showing a lions head - so are said to be the inspiration for Mr Tumnus and Aslan the lion from the books. There's even a solitary lamp-post a little further down the alley, the supposed entry to Narnia, but I think the slightly surreal row of them crossing a water meadow on the footpath to Marston is more likely and certainly more in keeping with the books (which I never quite took to).
But others obviously do which delighted me.
A succession of foreign tourist families with children of the perfect reading age for Narnia were queuing up to have their photos taken next to the door. All very happy and excited, and as I spent far too many hours being mostly a children's book illustrator it warms my cockles that the old classics are still enriching children's, and by default, their parents lives.
Also known as the Aslan Door. Its design is said to have provided C.S. Lewis with inspiration for various elements in ‘The Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe’.
Apparently the engraved fauns are reminiscent of Mr. Tumnus. and the nearby gas lamppost is similar to the one outside the entrance to Narnia.
A tutor and fellow of Magdalen College, Lewis would have often passed by the door.
Lucy's first adventure through the wardrobe leads to the making of a friend, one like she's never had before in Tumnus the Faun.
This was part of the "Bricktime Stories" collaboration for Brickworld 2015. The contributing builders being Max Pointner, Ian Spacek, Matthew Oh, Lee Muzzy, Paul Vermeesch, Ben Merrill, and Casey McCoy. We wanted to have stories coming to life and we did this by building the scenes on a baseplate designed to look like an open book.
Paul V's Robin Hood can be seen here.
I needed a break from studying so I set out to create a very specific image. The result was something entirely different, but to me that is what's so beautiful about creative expression. Intent is important when creating a photo but being open to new possibilities, to truly living in the moment and reacting fluidly to what is around you...Responding to the forces that surround you while you're creating - that is just as special.
This photo is rooted in two thoughts...The first is from one of my favourite movies, Chronicles of Narnia (I read the book a long time ago, I'm sure it's amazing but the visuals in the movie are incredible <3)...The image has to do with the scene where the little girl meets Mr. Tumnus and learns that winter has lasted for a long time. So that connects to the whimsical aspect of the photo. The second part is that this looks like an ad for something. It has that element of sexuality and smoking. The materialism that is symbolized represents how obsessive we have become over consumer goods, over trivial nonsense. The two girls face the same direction, and one even looks straight at the camera. The earth behind them is warm, green and lush but there is no way of knowing whether or not they are aware of this. They are huddling together for warmth. Ultimately, they are immersed in the lifeless cold of winter but there is always hope for summer and what summer represents :)
BTS shots are on my blog
As I strolled home from The Chapel in the evening twilight after a long day listening, this view appeared before me... And shivers of C. S. Lewis spilt up my spine, as imagined visions of Mr Tumnus, wardrobes and Narnia flickered through my mind's eye.
While I stood there in the sodium tinged darkness, taking some pictures of this radiance in the distance, time seemed to stand still for a moment... And I remembered all the emotions, feelings and hopes that flooded into my soul these last few days... The sense of loss and, yet, hope mingled into a wish for something new and better... With care, love and brash honesty... And that tune "Time Moves Slow", featuring Samuel T. Herring, started playing in my head.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=9bXXUCSi4yI
I found you at the window again
Looking out, watching the leaves falling in
And it was something like a dream
Wow so perfect, couldn't talk to me
Time moves slow
When you're all alone
And the time moves slow
When you're out on your own
And the time moves slow
When you're missing a friend
And the time moves slow
When you came to the end
Running away is easy
It's the leaving that's hard
Running away is easy
Running away is easy
It's the living that's hard
And loving you was easy
It was you leaving that scarred
But what was I to do?
Just couldn't help myself falling in love with you
And what could I say?
Oh, if I had another chance
To make you stay
Cause when you ran away
I knew just what you were thinking that day
You just didn't love me like I do
Like I love you
The sad thing is we're better off this way
Time moves slow
When you can't have a thing
Time moves slow
When you're lost in the dream
Time moves slow
When you wait by the phone
And the time moves slow
When you're all alone
To run away is easy
It's the leaving that's hard
Running away is easy
Running away is easy
It's the living that's hard
And loving you was easy
It was you leaving that scarred
Cause when you're so alone
Time moves slow
When you're so alone
Time moves slow
When you're so alone
Time moves slow
Time moves slow
As my phone buzzes in my pocket, I remember where I am and that there is a burly friend awaiting my arrival at home... So I press onwards in to the darkness, away from this soulful place of thoughtful quiet and orange solitude.
Taken with a C Sonnar 1,5 / 50mm ZM Carl Zeiss lens on a Hasselblad camera with a digital sensor attached to the back of the unit.
The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe (2005) from The Chronicles of Narnia
L-R:
Mr. and Mrs. Beaver
Mr. Tumnus
Gryphon
Susan Pevensie
Lucy Pevensie
General Oreius
Peter Pevensie
Edmund Pevensie
The White Witch
Ginarrbrik
General Otmin
Maugrim
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Today I went to help my father-in-law. He lives in the country so it was 2 hours driving, 8 hours sorting through bad bookkeeping, finishing 4 out of the 6 years that he is behind, then 2 hours home again. My son was waiting for me. Up the lamp post (where else?). My children love these ridiculous lamps we have on our street. I think they've been on Flickr before. We keep expecting Mr Tumnus to appear. Oh and they remind me of Richmond bridge.
I must have been out a dozen times over the last fortnight looking for White-letter Hairstreaks but with no luck. I was beginning to think my local colonies may have disappeared but today I found this freshly-emerged, pristine individual nectaring on a Creeping Thistle.
White-letter Hairsteaks are definitely one of Britain's scarcer butterflies that most people would only see by making a special effort to find them. I usually spot this elusive hairstreak fluttering around the canopy of Elm Trees, but occasionally I can find one at photographable elevations, like this one. In common with Black and Green Hairstreaks it never basks with its wings open.
White-letter Hairstreak was the original butterfly to which the name "hair streak" was applied by James Petiver in 1703. The scientific name Satyrium is named after the Satyrs in Greek mythology. Satyrs are associated with the worship of Bacchus, and are often depicted with horns and the rear-end of a goat (like Mr Tumnus the "Fawn" in C S Lewis's Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe). Satyrs engaged in spritely dances with the Nymphs and it is thought the name Satyrium was given because of its lively flight. W-album is purely descriptive of the white (albus) letter W, which gives rise to its current vernacular name.
The Lion, The Witch and THE WARDROBE from The Chronicles of Narnia
It's the 15 year anniversary of one of my favourite childhood films! The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe came out on Dec 8th 2005 (wow time flies) Anyway, I'm gonna post a trio of posts for each of those things respectively, starting with The Wardrobe. Hope you enjoy!
L-R:
- Mrs. Macready
- Prof. Kirke
- Susan Pevensie
- Lucy Pevensie
- Peter Pevensie
- Edmund Pevensie
- Mr. Tumnus
- Father Christmas
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A phone shot of the wonderful 'Green Man' carving on a door halfway along the St Mary's passage entrance to the Radcliffe Square in Oxford. This building used to be a historic pub called the City Arms but now it's been incorporated into Brasenose College.
From richardslondontours.co.uk : "Tradition holds that C.S.Lewis was attending a service in the adjacent church one cold winter's night when he had to leave.
Making his way out to the back door of the church, he had to push his way out through the coats that were hanging there.
Having done so, he found himself in the alleyway you will be standing in, with a lamp post to his right, two magnificent satyrs adorning the porch opposite, and the face of a Green Man, looking very much like a lion, at the centre of the door.
It was one of those moments when literary history was made. For he later incorporated the scene into The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe with Edward, going through the hanging clothes into Narnia to meet with Mr. Tumnus."
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It's thought that this ornate door with golden fauns either side could have been the inspiration for C. S. Lewis' doorway to Narnia in the Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe, and with the gas lamp post just a short distance away, it's easy to imagine that this is indeed a portal to Lewis' fantasy world.
C. S. Lewis was a fellow of Magdalen college (along with J R R Tolkien), and after graduating with first class honours in Greek and Latin Literature, Philosophy and Ancient History, and English Literature, he was elected to an important teaching post in English at Magdalen College, Oxford where he remained for 29 years. During the blitz he opened his home to evacuated children, who became the inspiration for the Pevensie children in the book.
The building is 16thC and Grade II listed. From the sixteenth century to the early 1880s it was the City Arms pub, from the 1880s to 1919 it was a private house. The building was converted to college rooms by Brasenose College after the First World War.
There were several people photographing the door and guides telling their tourist groups about it. I was lucky to get a photo with only a few people in the background, though I did have to wait quite a while.
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