Random Shots From My Valley.

Sometimes these things don’t come together in any coherent way. Sometimes they’re just photographs.

So here are some “just photographs” to tide you over until I think of something intelligent to say.

In other words, look long and hard, ’cause this may take a while! 😆

The view from the hills on the way to work:

Yeah, I know, deja do. I told you this was gonna be a march…

Down by the river on a summer evening:

…Where the jewel weed grows waist high and succulent:

Listen: do you hear it? The music of this valley, born on the wind – the history, the spirit of the place, the ghosts of the past dimly in our midsts:

We ignore these things at our peril; we destroy them to our eternal shame.

I hope my forays into nature will encourage you to look up at the clouds, look down below your feet and look inside yourselves for the truth of our inextricable links to Mother Earth and Father Sky.

Namaste.