Lorelyne Photography

As spring is awaking... With beautiful Johanne.

With incredible Elke

<< Year after year unto her feet,  She lying on her couch alone, Across the purple coverlet,  The maiden’s jet-black hair has grown; On either side her trancèd form  Forth streaming from a braid of pearl; The slumberous light is rich and warm,  And moves not on the rounded curl. The silk star-broidered coverlid  Unto her limbs itself doth mould, Languidly ever; and amid  Her full black ringlets, downward rolled, Glows forth each softly-shadowed arm,  With bracelets of the diamond bright. Her constant beauty doth inform  Stillness with love, and day with light. She sleeps: her breathings are not heard  In palace chambers far apart. The fragrant tresses are not stirred  That lie upon her charmèd heart. She sleeps; on either hand upswells  The gold-fringed pillow lightly prest: She sleeps, nor dreams, but ever dwells  A perfect form in perfect rest. >>   Lord Tennyson

<< I cannot express it; but surely you and everybody have a notion that there is or should be an existence of yours beyond you. What were the use of my creation, if I were entirely contained here? My great miseries in this world have been Heathcliff's miseries, and I watched and felt each from the beginning: my great thought in living is himself. If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger: I should not seem a part of it. My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods: time will change it, I'm well aware, as winter changes the trees. My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary. Nelly, I am Heathcliff! He's always, always in my mind: not as a pleasure, any more than I am always a pleasure to myself, but as my own being. >>E. Brontë - Wuthering Heights.

Fall within Nature, you’ll always find some comfort & shelter when everything’s Gone.

Sans nous préoccuper de l’hostile destin, Rendons grâces au ciel clément pour ce matin. >> R. Vivien

Between peace & euphoria whith Spring coming...!

Be your own direction to follow. Always

“Récifs & De Profundis”

“The Inner Shine”

These ice scupltures have something quite fascinating...

Preview from my collaboration with Moondust & her gorgeous nordic-inspired jewelry from traditionnal Lapony.

So moved & in love with these colors & contrasts. The Birch Tree has my absolute devotion & favor. 

Adress your Thoughts to the Ancient Gods... They will answer through Nature.

The Virgin Vine blushed facing the bare trees.

Shot taken by the helping hands of my friend & Jarl Ysambre Fauntography during a hike which was quite empirical :every single one of us was dressed in viking clothes. This experimental Saga was driven by La Compagnie des Loups de Midgard , my Herd.

Temps fort pour mon coeur & cher à ma mémoire...