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A Red-Haired Boy…

Posted on December 9, 2018 by

* … The king immediately ordered a tower be built on a densely wooded isle off the coast of his lands and had his daughter put in the tower away from all danger. Nine home-steads about the foot of the … Continue reading →

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The King of Castle Hill…

Posted on December 8, 2018 by

* …There once was a king who lived in a castle on a hill. He was lord and master of all he surveyed. One daughter he had sired but his wife had died in giving the child life. His daughter … Continue reading →

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Portraits…

Posted on December 6, 2018 by

* Photographing stones… * * Is not like photographing people. * Continue reading at The Silent Eye

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Ambushed by Stone…

Posted on December 5, 2018 by

* Not content with capturing one rather large stone circle, under rapidly darkening skies, we set off in pursuit of another. Which was a mistake. For one thing, we got lost… * * And then we ran into this motley … Continue reading →

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Some of them… Stuart France

Posted on November 28, 2018 by

* I had half expected the town to be deserted. That is Memory again. It acts like some indifferent film director moving extras around, concerned only with their ebb and flow. Over time the ‘peripherals’ fade leaving only the ‘principals’ … Continue reading →

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Shadow Play…

Posted on November 25, 2018 by

* ‘Shadowing’ is our term for the phenomenon whereby a standing stone, or group of stones, recreates a distant landscape feature and thereby renders it immediately apparent or tangible. Most other megalithic writers on the subject have also, independently, recognised … Continue reading →

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Wish you were here…

Posted on November 22, 2018 by

* In Olden Times, Holidays were originally just that… Holy Days. The whole community would lay aside their work day duties and together engage in deeply or intrinsically symbolic activities which related to the situation that they all found themselves … Continue reading →

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Of Trolls and Sustenance… Stuart France

Posted on November 22, 2018 by

* Tomf, the Troll, rises from the river bed after a long, long, sleep. He is feeling grumpy but only because he is hungry. Off in search of chocolate, cake, liqourice, orange juice, tobacco and cough sweets he goes… Oh, … Continue reading →

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Glimpsing Gargantua’s Garden… Stuart France

Posted on November 21, 2018 by

* ‘Fractals and Flowers’… * * ‘Platform over Precipice’… * Continue reading at Stuart France

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Fair weather…

Posted on November 20, 2018 by

I journeyed from darkness to light, driving through the dawn as the blackness greyed. The silhouettes of trees slowly detached themselves from the night as the sun attempted to pierce a pall of cloud that flushed to palest rose before … Continue reading →

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