wild mountain thyme A visual memoir illustrating personal heritage. Recollections and experiences of the nature around, the countryside and the beautiful scenery of Scotland.
Capturing a place to forever preserve a moment in time
The Glen visited by generations, filled with memories of playing in the burn. Delicate branches emerging from a silk organza landscape.
Recollections of frosty walks through the forrest during the winter holidays. Distinctive branches flowing across silk twill.
Place of childhood freedom. A vast park sheltered by ancient trees. Strong trees falling across the silk cape.
Whispers of Dollar trees growing within a wool crepe background.
The village that was home to three generations, filled with cottages and trees. Tree silhouettes creeping up the silver silk.
Heavy Mohair wool creating a dark silhouette against the mountain.
The summer time is coming Anâ€™ the trees are sweetly blooming
Where the wild mountain thyme grows around the blooming heather
I will build my love a bower By yon pure crystal fountain and around it I will place, all the flowers oâ€™ the mountain
I will range through the wilds Anâ€™ the deep glen sae drearie
If my true love is gone I will surely find another
Will ye go, lassie go
Aislinn Price firstname.lastname@example.org aislinnprice.com 0791.001.8765
Contributors Photography Barbara Loisch - email@example.com Styling and Creative Direction Aislinn Elizabeth Price Model Erin Bradley-Scott Assistant Liam Gordon Price
Published on May 28, 2014
A visual memoir illustrating personal heritage. Recollections and experiences of the nature around, the countryside and the beautiful scener...