Within fifteen minutes of entering the Faire, my group stumbled upon a clearing with a low-branching tree in the center. A couple of nymphs were sitting in the tree, who I came to know as Autumn and Flower:




I have to say I fell tragically in love with Flower. Why tragically? Because I followed her around for several hours to capture more shots, and by the end of the day, she decided it would be fun to tie me to a tree with vines.
I wonder if this is common among photographers.
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