Once upon a time, I made the trip out to the Fabyan forest preserve to see what I could see. Apart from the magnificent Japanese gardens, the 19th century windmill, and the FLW manor house, I came across some forgotten pockets of beauty here and there. On the grounds just down the hill from the manor, there’s an abandoned Victorian home that’s half-hidden in the weeds. I’m planning on shooting there in the autumn months. And downstream from the creek running through the garden, there was this dried up grotto. No one bothered to come near it, so it felt almost like a magical haven–almost like a fairytale.
This could have been the ruins of the stone cottage, or a lion’s den, or a hundred other things. Who knew what was spying on me while I wandered through the rocky pillars and climbed up on the crags? Was that a sprite that made me bump my head on the rafters? And who was that invisible photographer taking pictures all the time?
Necklace: old, ModCloth
Dress: old, Target (from the kids’ section!)