Category: landscapes
the next forest
exploring chapel hill
by night stars aware
oakensouls
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untitled
creek one
Creech Arch
badbury rings
Badbury Rings
prehistoric hill-fort and barrows
Dorset
the lathe of heaven
oak under rain
wanderer above a sea of fog
the traveller
” the soul he is
a traveller,
neither chain nor bar can
hold him to frail flesh”
megalith
The Hushing of The Wye
” The Wye is hushed nor moved along,
And hushed my deepest grief of all,
When filled with tears that cannot fall,
I brim with sorrow, drowning song.
The tide flows down, the wave again,
Is vocal in its wooded walls,
My deeper anguish also falls,
And I can speak a little then.”
from ‘The Hushing of the Wye’
by Alfred Lord Tennyson