From a hidden glen deep within Sherwood Forest, Robin Hood greets the new day. Atop his faithful steed Schmendrick, the beady-eyed bandit king surveys the dense, majestic woods that shelter him and his daring band of outlaws.
But hark! From the west, the sound of approaching hoofbeats approaches! Perhaps it is one of Prince John’s greedy tax collectors, his purse heavy with plunder wrenched from the calloused hands of Nottingham’s poor and oppressed!
His blood aflame with excitement, the valiant Robin knows what must be done. “Away, Schmendrick,” he calls, “We must ride like the wind, for while there are wrongs to be righted, we shall never rest until…” (Psst! Mom, that’s your cue!)
Marie T. doth hath captured yonder images with the aid of a magick devise.