"Wading neck deep in a swamp, your revolver is neither use nor ornament until you have had time to clean it" Mary H. Kingsley (1897)

The Nature Of Stone

From our kind hosts’ garden


To still glorious ruins

The transience of beauty.



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Pictures taken in the Yorkshire Dales and the ruins of Fountains Abbey.


4 responses

  1. 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

  2. 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

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