SONG OF THE SEA BY JRR TOLKIEN
To the sea, to the sea! The white gulls are crying,
The wind is blowing, and the white foam is flying.
West, west away, the round sun is falling.
Grey ship, grey ship, do you hear them calling,
The voices of my people that have gone before me?
I will leave, I will leave the woods that bore me?
For our days are ending and our years failing.
I will pass the wide waters lonely sailing,
Long are the waves on the Last Shore falling,
Sweet are the voices in the Lost Isle calling.
I had been searching for the perfect place to tell this story. One beautiful, sun-drenched evening whilst admiring the depths of colour hiding in the cliffs and caves, the cool tranquillity of the rock pools, I knew I had found it; Plemont Bay, Jersey.
A beautiful woman, disenchanted by home and experiencing wanderlust, waits by the sea; she is tempted by passing ships and other lands on the horizon, for someone to capture her heart and to see the world with new eyes. Tolkein’s ‘The Song of The Sea’ echoes these desires; "The round sun is falling" and "Long are the waves on the Last Shore falling, Sweet are the voices in the Lost Isle calling".
The primary palette was captured in the choice of flowers, fabrics and tablescapes. The chosen fabrics gave a soft ethereal feel, the different fibres and textures among them gave a more organic look, the knitted blanket she rests upon and the tulle gently captured the breeze. I love the rusted old trunking shown below; its strong masculine appearance works with the rough texture of the rocks and grounds the whole image.
The wonderful Tereza Lee, who specialises in film photography, was behind the lens for this shoot. As the light was quickly fading we began with in film and finished the last few images in digital. The timeless look that is capture in film is what we’re all about.