So we set out into the forest, with an old camcorder (*angry voice* my. dslr. doesn't. do. video. ARGHHHHHH.) and my tripod, trying to put together a story out of random snippets of imagery. We tried to bring to life those scribbles in my notebooks, those words forever in my head. And, forgetting the (rather awful) quality, I daresay we succeeded.
Welcome to the magical land that is Ninaia.
xx, Nina
(ps. it's pronounce nin-ay-a)