The Nature Of Stone
From our kind hosts’ garden
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To still glorious ruins
The transience of beauty.
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Pictures taken in the Yorkshire Dales and the ruins of Fountains Abbey.
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I can hear the echoes of the past in these stones.
June 4, 2011 at 6:10 pm
With almost nine hundred years of history behind them, what wisdom they might share.
But maybe none would choose to listen…
June 4, 2011 at 6:15 pm
Those photos of the abbey — why do I think the suggest the state of the church — glorious ruins and even the bit of (green) life trying to emerge from the stone?
June 5, 2011 at 3:37 am
It is good you see and focus on the resilience of emerging new life. My feelings were sadness for the wanton vandalism which ensued from a King’s greed and lust
June 5, 2011 at 5:09 am