I took a lot of photos this year, most of them during the two months I spent in the UK. I never did get around to sharing them all, so let me try to make up for lost time with a few gargantuan posts. One benefit of taking a look back is seeing patterns that one might not notice otherwise.
and here she is with a sycamore in the center of Bradford on Avon,
a churchyard yew,
the tithe barn door,
a beech in a Wiltshire woodland,
a stone at Avebury,
another stone at Avebury,
a stone at Machrie Moor,
a sculpture in Meri Wells’ studio in central Wales,
and a big ash tree in the village of Brill.
They say British people are more reserved than us Yanks, but I’m the one who tends to keep my hands to myself — all the while snapping photos like a voyeur. It’s sad, really. I am literally and figuratively out of touch.
With a few notable exceptions.