She was always searching.

Some say she had the magic of Avalon in her veins- and gave it all away to stand beneath the King's Cross. Other still speeak of her growing up in a nunnery. Either way- in all the tales- Guinevere never knew quite where she stood in faith. She was always searching- and she felt so empty, that neither King nor Sir Knight could fill her.

The lady knew secrets, and she held incredible sway in the court of Camelot. Her mystique has built her legends- and perhaps that mystique alone, is enough to garner her place in man's history.

But... there's so much more.

They say Guinevere was a Judas- a betrayer. She was Queen of Camelot- Lady to King Arthur himself, and she went to a Knight, instead. They say she was great- they say she fell. But... I don't believe it.

Legend, myth and fairy tale are humanity's way to live on in the hearts of those that go after. If so, where is Guinevere's place in all that glitters in grandeur? What if, after everything, she was simply a girl who knew that there was... so much more? That- after king and country fell, there was a place- there was a power...

There was a peace.

All my life, I have been irresistably drawn to the stories of old- those fantastical myths and legends that are the very foundation of human kind. I have built my spirit in mirror of those I admire- the strong, the honor embraced- the heroines of man. I will never be even close to those legends in character, but I will try- as they- to show others the secret of something more.

On a sun kissed October afternoon, I donned the costume of the young Lady Guinevere. I tried, in the following photo shoot, to portray the lady as I envision her- a shy wistful sort of girl- the kind who bears secrets and sorrows alike- but not without a bit of inner fire.

On a quiet walk through the woods on a crisp Autumn day, Lady Guinevere has the luxery of displaying her Triskel pendant. A symbol of the old regligions, she could never show this simple silver charm in the court of Camelot. Yet here- in the woods- she is safe and sacred- back in an element where her search could continue, if she so chose-

If only she knew what she was looking for.

This is Guinevere, before that search consumed her- wistful, innocent- longing. The lady spends a quiet afternoon in peace- perhaps the last peaceful day of her life.