Westward on I84 with the skies of home in sight. You can tell by the shadows to the side that the sun is shining. Those dark clouds on the horizon? Rain in the PNW!
It's something I get to do quite a lot, here in Seattle. And every once in a while I can pretend I'm back in England, in the Lake District, walking from Ambleside to Rydal Water.
It's a rare snowy morning in Seattle on the Friday before Christmas. Brings out the traditionalist in me. Makes me want to curl up with a good book ( or )and imagine the building of a medieval cathedral. Like this one, in Salisbury.
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This isn't a rock garden. It's a yew hedge at Powis Castle in Wales.
That's Hercules, showing off a bit in the foreground.
It's a very old yew hedge.
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Welcome back home!
Hopping in the old time machine to a Thanksgiving of yesteryear. Ahhh. Smashed potatoes. Looks like someone helped themselves to a couple or three of the brown 'n' serves. I have no idea why there's a cake. Read more about Feast 2005
I never met a painted ceiling I didn't like. This is the quire at Salisbury.
"Sophie remained on Silbury Hill – the surrounding countryside didn’t look much different, except for the rough track where the highway would one day run – but she had no idea of the year. There was no sign of another living thing anywhere to be seen. Except. Someone held her hand." Ghosts of the Heart, Chapter 41