A field of mice - 1921.
Walking down a quiet country road towards our small village, I spotted three cheerful neighborhood kids walking towards me. They were huddled together, giggling, and seemed to be holding something in their hands. When they saw me, they paused to greet me with a polite hello. Although they tried to hide what they were holding, their excitement got the better of them, and they revealed their little mystery to me. To their delight, they were holding small berries, strawberries, and nuts. When I asked them about it, they told me they were going to "feed the fairy mice." I was blessed to witness their innocence and imagination at play. It's always a delight to see such pure joy.
I couldn't help but smile when they mentioned the mice. At first, I thought they were talking about a pest problem. But then they all became excited. Hurridly trying to speak over each other. They told me about the 'fairy mice' - their little friends who might be hungry. They scampered away into a nearby field. I watched them for a moment before continuing on my journey.
Many days later, having forgotten that nice little moment, I found myself in the same beautiful field. It was filled with waves of soft, short grass, surrounded by brambly hedgerows. I was taking photographs with my new, rather large and cumbersome slow-exposure camera. It was the best I could afford at the time. The camera was still a relatively new concept. I was taking pictures of the sun, breaking through the branches of the trees, and birds nesting in the Bramble bushes when I heard a tiny rumbling in the grass; it was quite close to where I was. I thought, oh, it's a small animal. It might be worth trying to get a photo of it.
And there they were. Tiny little field mice. Holding hands. Dancing. Was it a ceremony? A ritual? A small celebration? I don't believe I'll ever know because they soon became aware of my presence. They froze still. Staring at me. I smiled in return to make them realize I was no threat. Still, I don't know if they even understood what a smile was because they all scurried off in different directions, and this is my only proof, this one photograph which I now share with you of the tiny field mice dancing in the field. I do hope you believe me.
Illustrated in the style of a vintage Edwardian or Victorian photograph. This image is part of my 'Anicurio' collection. Each original illustration is carefully hand drawn in pencil. Once finished, I often hand age and treat them with various dye methods, to resemble an old dusty antique photograph. I want this series to suggest something that was rediscovered by you. An inherited artifact from a mysterious benefactor? Or perhaps revealed in a long abandoned attic, lying at the bottom of a chest. Buried beneath old dusty clothes and fading hand written notes.
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