I can't get over the richness of the texture here. Nothing is smooth and square. It's all crumbling stones and lichen. The ground is a giant sponge. Yesterday I was out for a drive and thinking about places for a photo shoot. I came across this lovely stream. Can't you just see a guy in a tweedy coat fishing there...?
This arch is from the crumbling church just up the hill behind the mill. There is a lovely view of the village and beyond. This too seemed like an ideal site.
I have become obsessed with rocks. Within a limited palette there is so much color.
Do these two things not seem similar?
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