And he shall hear the articulate utterance of that Fire, interpret the thunder thereof as a still small voice in his heart.



















this is just up from my dad's place. up a steep steep steep hill....on the way down i got into 'a bit of bother'
meaning i got myself rather stuck, and had to abandon my tripod to the wilderness in order to make it down
with my neck intact...four days later i found a better tripod sitting beside a recycle bin!


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gin soaked x











3 comments:

Jazzy E (hivennn) said...

I'm so glad you're back.

misma andrews said...

thank you sweet dear hivennn x

Emily said...

where is this?? its beautiful!! funny about your tripod and finding a new one.