Dreaming of Owls

Last night I dreamt that I was driving thru a high mountainous range. The trees were thick and I could barely see the road. I drove for what seemed forever. Finally I came to an ancient castle. It was overgrown with vegetation. And even though it was in severe disrepair it still held onto its fortuitous magic. I made my way thru the castle. Surprisingly enough there were items still in place from the previous residents. It was as if time had taken its toll on the exterior but the interior was kept in perfect place. I came to a room where I saw a mother owl and her baby. They were perched on a tall mahogany fireplace mantle. As I walked towards them the baby owl flew out to me. It perched on my head. He was so gentle and so sweet. It was as if he was blessing me upon my arrival...it was beautiful.....

 photographer ~ Sven Začek

photographer ~ Sven Začek