It has been a summer of drifting. One day into another, sun into rain and back again. There has been no definition to the season. No meadow season. No season of tiny flying things. Not even the dreaded dog days of August. Even now, as the season turns, we drift from the hottest September day for over sixty years into impenetrable fog. And I have drifted too. There has been my job and the times in between; there has been little writing. I have no clear sense of what I’ve done with my summer. Writing is so often about trying: trying to find a story; trying to write that story in the way you have imagined it; trying to find someone to publish it. Sometimes what’s necessary is to stop trying and drift for a while.
But summer has begun to drift into autumn. The days shorten imperceptibly. It is always a surprise how early darkness comes. Mist festoons the dawn. The spiders are at work building their webs. And I’ve come back to the earth to find an anchor, something to root me to the creativity of autumn. Walking into the forest is always a liminal thing. There is the moment before, when you are in open landscape, and the moment after, when the trees enfold you. This is my threshold: the drifting summer before I entered the trees, the rooted autumn afterwards.
For me, autumn is all about earth. It is about the call of the land. Magically, autumn is associated with water, but the creativity that finds me in this season is from the deep darkness of the earth. It rises from below and from within. So I’ve come back to the woods, to walk earthen paths and to be cossetted in a claustrophobia of trees. I’ve left the airiness of the sea and the wide horizon, for a horizon cloaked by green.
And here, I also find stones. On the North Yorkshire moors the Bridestones are sandstone formations shaped 150 million years ago. To reach them, the track is steep and strenuous, through old oak forest. I can’t imagine that the trees will ever open up into moorland. But soon there is a gate, leading through a bracken-choked field. And then there is a track, purpled with heather, and there is the first stone, drawing us on.
The stones are giants. Gnarled, pocked and ridged, crevices inhabited by wild flowers. They stand on either side of a deep valley, a semi circle of watchers. It is said that their name is from the old Norse for ‘edge stones’, but the edge of what? Some say they are the petrified remains of bridal parties lost in the mist on the moors. Others say they are sacred to the goddess Bride, she ‘of the high places’. But there is more than one goddess here. The stones have the shades of old crones within them – a face here, a silhouette there. These are hoary old goddesses. Fierce, watchful, demanding.
This is a wide open place. I stand on an outcrop and despite the fierce humidity of the day, I feel the whip of the wind across the valley. This is an unforgiving landscape and if you were lost here, I suspect you would get no quarter from these stones. But still, they sing of what is beneath and within the landscape. There is more to the Crone than ferocity.
Back in the woods, I watch two sexton beetles battle over the corpse of a shrew. The loser crawls away in defeat, while the victor scurries to the body to begin work. The beetle will excavate the earth beneath it, drawing the body under the soil, where it will be food for its larvae. Look closely and you can see the tiny mites that live in co-operation on the beetle, eating the eggs of other flesh-easting rivals. It can take eight hours for the beetle to finish its work. The next day I return and on the surface there is no trace, but beneath the earth, who knows what transformation is taking place?
This is the season of beneath. When the fungi whose roots bide their time for miles under the earth suddenly fruit. A shaggy inkcap, a foot tall, beckons to a fence. Beyond the fence, forgotten steps sprouting bracken lead down to an old makeshift bridge spanning the beck. This is the season when hidden things become visible. I sit on the verandah and a roe deer appears, no more than a metre away. It stops and looks at me for one perfect moment, before bounding into the forest. The spirit of the woods has visited.
Harvest is almost upon us; when the fruits of our labours make themselves known and we reckon up what we have achieved. I have anchored myself back to the earth, ready for the coming season of fruitfulness. I do my best creative work in the dark half of the year, delving beneath and within the darkness to shape the year’s dreams.
Like the hidden roe deer, you appear! 🙂 You know I share your excitement for the coming days of short light and long imagination… Happy harvest-time to you!
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Happy harvest time to you Sunshine, I hope you’ve reaped a good creative crop 🙂
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Having read your blog for a while now , I think this time of the year you are the most creative, and yet looking back at Spring that was pretty darn good too .
We have a little cove near to us , Cwmtydu , and it has rocks that resemble drunken old men …at this time of year as the light gets a little less , the men are more visable
Cherryx
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Hi Cherry, there’s something very different about this time of year that brings out the best in my creativity. I love the idea of your drunken old men. Good to see you, thanks for coming back!
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Veryyyyy nice….
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Thank you for visiting and for commenting.
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The dramatic intensity of the Bride Stones makes me think Wuthering Heights. 🙂 I am looking forward to reading what you unearth in the coming months.
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Thanks Gallivanta, I hope there will be lots to unearth 🙂
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The season of beneath…
Great log, I loved it 🙂
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Thanks Christina 🙂
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Andrea, your words and photography transmit precisely what you discovered: the sense of being anchored. Thank you!
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Thanks Julia, good to see you.
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My pleasure.
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Your stories about the stones and beetles are fascinating. Beautiful pictures. In your words I see the depth of your connection to your surroundings and countless possibilities for contemplation. Best wishes as you come to ground after the summer.
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Thanks Ina, and good wishes to you too.
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Thank you for such a beautiful entrance into Autumn! This is one hoary old goddess who really appreciates it.
The other thing I love about this season are the smells … partly still Summer smells, but also the harvest and mulch that is to come. To me Autumn contains a greater variety of smells than any other season.
Wishing you joy and adventure in your creative anchoring …
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Thanks Francesca. Yes, the smells are something else too, so much to love in this season!
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Andrea I’ve missed your beautiful lyrical posts. This one is lovely. I especially enjoyed the photos of the stones and your narrative of them.
Here spring and (especially) autumn are just blurs before the next harsher season arrives. Throughout the summer we’ve had record numbers of days with temperatures over 90 (32.2), even now in September. So summer will blur into winter. However, your post helps be imagine a true autumn. Welcome back. Hugs.
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Thanks Teagan, glad to have you visiting. I wish you had a true autumn, but then your creativity is still at full flow 🙂
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Hi Teagan, just wanted to let you know I really enjoyed the last two installments, since you comments are closed (and delighted to see the return of the turquoise plectrum!) I hope you have a good break and look forward to seeing you when you get back ❤
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I can smell autumn in your words. That’s fascinating about the shrew being dragged into the earth by the beetle. It’s not something I’ve ever witnessed. There are so many things happening beneath our feet that are often taken for granted. Now, when I’m out for my next walk in the woods, I’m going to ponder that underground activity more than I might have done, and watch out for more signs of nature’s busy-ness. I love the North Yorkshire Moors and have never forgotten when, aged 19, I did the Lyke Wake Walk (an old Roman marching route). Have also never forgotten the barn owl sitting on one of those craggy rocks at dawn, with the lights of Middlesbrough twinkling far below.
Lovely to see you back in Blogland, after your summer of drifting.
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Thanks Sarah, I never would have noticed the beetles if my dog hadn’t sniffed them and then it wasn’t until I looked them up that I understood what was happening – I wish I’d known at the time as I would have stayed longer to watch! I’ve only seen a very small portion of the North Yorkshire Moors, but it seems there is so much to discover. A fruitful autumn to you 🙂
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Yes, Andrea, dogs are in the habit of drawing one’s attention to things, although I could do without my Labrador drawing my attention to animal scat of one kind and another!
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I love those beautiful stones. So mesmerizing.
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Thanks Letizia, they certainly were.
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Lovely post Andrea, and good to see you back, too. I’ve been very passive on the writing front too – preferring to read. Writers have to read, right? I think you are spot on – the dark Autumn evenings will be conducive to snuggling down with a keyboard and renewed creativity 😉
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Thanks Jenny, it’s good to see you. It’s all research, all food for future creativity 🙂
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Thank you for grounding me in this lovely piece, Andrea. So peaceful and relaxing. Autumn is my favorite time of year as well, except the shorter days like to tease me with vertigo. I’ll get through them, as I always do, while still marveling at the radiant display of rustic colors offered by the trees. Good to “see you” again.
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Thanks for coming back Lori, it’s good to see you too.
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I was scanning my Inbox, hoping to find your autumnal post since we are entering this season that you treasure so much. And here it is. As gorgeous and eloquent as ever. It has been a warm and dry summer in Maine, where I almost always spend most of the summer and early fall. It finally rained last night and this morning. Although the air is still soft, the sun sets sooner every night. I am a fall person too and I already write more than I did over the longer summer days. I hope that your creativity will bloom over the next weeks and through the whole season. Best to you, Andrea.
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Thanks Evelyne, I’ve been on holiday for a couple of weeks and have noticed the difference in the mornings when we take the dog out for his walk – it’s dark now, but that has its compensations walking in the park with the moon still up. Good to see you Evelyne.
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Gorgeous words and really great images there Andrea. I think you might have been a wood nymph in a former life 🙂
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Thanks Roy, what do you mean in another life 🙂
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How beautiful. August was a bit of a dragged out endurance test for me. I was coming to the end of a piece of work that I’d re-worked and felt stale but knew there were a few more bits I need at the end to tie it together. It felt like the end of a long, long slog and I’d sort of lost the ability to see if it was working. Now it’s sent off and I wait and with the cooler air feel new energy seep into me to hopefully get me going on new projects.
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Thanks Vicky – August is usually like that for me – I’m always ready for autumn after the summer solstice! I’m glad you got to the end of your slog and managed to harvest something good from it 🙂
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Wonderful photos ~ and I can see how easy it is to drift along, and somewhere within all that drifting comes inspiration. I think part of the beauty of summer, and at times why I dislike it compared to autumn, is that often I leave summer with no clear sense of what I’ve done… Great words and photos and wish you a great harvest this autumn 🙂
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Thanks Randall. Yes, sometimes drifting is just what we need to bring things back into focus. I hope your harvest is very fruitful too!
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“but the creativity that finds me in this season is from the deep darkness of the earth.”
Reminds me of the womb that spawns creation. Happy Autumn, Andrea.
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Happy Autumn to you too Diana, I hope that the season brings much creativity for you.
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I absolutely love your writing, and this ode to autumn and to refinding anchor, is sublime.
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Thank you Cynthia for that lovely comment and for re-blogging the post. Much appreciated and good to see you.
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Reblogged this on Cynthia Reyes and commented:
Some bloggers write so beautifully, it takes my breath away…. Brava, Andrea.
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Thanks so much for your generous re-blog Cynthia.
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Beautiful post, Andrea. I’m thankful that our friend Cynthia Reyes reblogged this because somehow I missed it. We’re still waiting for some autumn like temperatures, currently it feels more like August. Your photographs are stunning!
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Thanks Jill, it’s good to catch up with you. We still have bits of summer interspersed with autumn, but the season is definitely changing.
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Dear Andrea, Cynthia was wise to reblog this; your writing and photography are poignant and beautiful. I can relate to doing the best work during the darker days of the year.
Blessings ~ Wendy
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Thank you Wendy, I hope the darkness holds many dreams for you.
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The constancy of transformations. You calmly note the ongoing miraculous life-sustaining actions of creatures large and small. You write with hope. (Came over from Cynthia’s blog)
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Thank you for the visit Diane and for your comments. I find autumn a hopeful season full of possibility.
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This is a wonderful post Andrea. I’m glad Cynthia shared. It was a welcome respite from my day, a lyrical and soothing walk with you and nature. Thanks. Brad
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Thanks for visiting and for your comments Brad, I’m happy to have given you a little peace in your day.
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My pleasure Andrea. I look forward to more strolls with you. 🙂
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Beautiful description that lures me into fall and a season of creativity, Andrea. Thank you so much!
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Thanks Luanne, I hope it’s a creative one for you (and I hope you can guess which part I was thinking about you while I was writing!)
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You love of language is evident. I love your descriptions. 😀 ❤
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Thanks Tess.
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You are welcome and a pleasure to read. 🙂
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so pleased that you reappeared from the mists!! I like the analogy of drifting with the seasons and I think like you the darker months are the most creative. This summer was so busy for me I didn’t have much time to enjoy it but now in the woodland it’s quite wonderful to feel the change and watch the trees light up with autumnal fire. Deer are also frequent visitors here and a little squirrel! The raccoons raided the garbage can lol. I love your hoary old goddess crones and the song of the deep earth. What a wonderful walk and beautiful images Andrea!!
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Thanks Cybele, oh the way you describe it sounds wonderful. We don’t have raccoons, but I love to watch squirrels and deer just somehow are that spirit of the forest 🙂
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ps: sorry I’m so behind. I think I’m suffering from post move traumatic stress!!
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I keep reading about the beauty of Yorkshire–I need to make it a priority to visit, and to see these amazing stone formations you describe in such evocative terms!
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There are so many things to see in Yorkshire – I’ve only seen a fraction of them! Thanks for visiting and for your comments Kerry.
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got here via Cynthia Reyes’ reblog. i love how your words flow along the path you followed. i can almost smell the trees and imagine the wind… wonderful autumn. thanks for sharing.
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Thanks for visiting and for your comments, I’m happy you could experience a little of my autumn.
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A beautiful read … Wonderful images. That forest is reaching out. So interesting about the beetle .. You would find dung beetles interesting too. Best of luck with your harvest 😃
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Thanks for visiting Julie and for your comments. I’m sure I would find dung beetles interesting 🙂
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What a way to return in style? You always evoke a mystical spirit to the land and it is wonderful to feel that, I love the idea of things below as well. Those stones remind me of the TV show Children of the Stones with its freaky opening soundtrack.
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Thanks Ste, they are otherworldly and very mystical.
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Beautiful writing, Andrea! “Walking into the forest is always a liminal thing. There is the moment before, when you are in open landscape, and the moment after, when the trees enfold you. This is my threshold: the drifting summer before I entered the trees, the rooted autumn afterwards.” I love that image! I am also looking forward to the dark, restful time ahead.
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Thank you for your visit and comments Lavinia, I wish you a creative but relaxing autumn.
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Reblogged this on ANN JOHNSON-MURPHREE and commented:
Check out this blog by Andrea Stephenson; its an enjoyable read…
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Thanks so much for re-blogging this Elizabeth.
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Great site, will do it again soon.
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Exquisite combo of words and images. Do you ever tire of that same compliment from me, doll? 🙂
Autumn is all about earth for me too. Loved “this is the season of beneath.” As we began an early fall, I felt that pull and the chaos that came with it. I’ve been on a creative high for a few weeks now, and I had so much energy that I had trouble sleeping (I blame the full moon in there somewhere).
I’ve been working on more grounding yoga postures and aromatherapy. That’s been helping sooooooooo much. Need to get cozy with the earth, instead of blowing with the wind.
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How could I ever tire of your compliments? 🙂 The air has its advantages in terms of that whirlwind of activity, but I think the grounding starts to happen naturally at this time of year.
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Thank-you so much for your kindness in visiting my blog and for the follow Andrea 🙂
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You’re very welcome Clare.
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Oh. My. What a gorgeous piece of writing. I’ve read this post several times, getting new nuances every time, all seeped in nostalgia and reawakenings, a deep sense of serenity yet a call to action. A M A Z I N G. You have inspired me with this piece. Summer is time for creativity to laze around in the pool or the lake, to float rather aimlessly. But now, the hoary ancient goddess of imagination is rearing its beautiful head, and you are urging us along. THANK YOU.
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Well thank you Pam, wonderful compliments indeed 🙂
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It sounds like you are looking forward to the writing process in the darker half of the year, now that the drifting summer has come and gone.. I sense a wistfulness in your words about the ending of summer.. but we can look forward to more of your beautiful writing soon and blog posts that I treasure from you xx
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Thanks Christy, autumn is finally here and I’m very glad about the creativity it brings 🙂
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I enjoyed your writings on the earth and the seasons so much, Andrea. Those stones are really wonderful, enjoyed the photos. My best to you in the dark months ahead, your time for creating has already begun with this peaceful post.
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Thanks Jet, I appreciate your visit.
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Thank you for this lovely, lovely walk through the woods, the lavender, the stones. Your writing is both elegant and heartfelt. Makes me dream.
Yes, we who write are always trying. And it IS trying at times. And sometimes just where we live.
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Thanks Jeanne, I agree it is trying, but then we remember the rewards and how we can’t not write!
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Great pictures! This is my favorite time of the year. I love that the days get shorter, but it would be far better if it wasn’t 85 degrees outside every day!
Stephanie
http://stephie5741.blogspot.com
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Thanks Stephanie, I don’t think I could cope with an autumn that hot!
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I find all the trying exhausting sometimes. It’s important to make time to drift. 🙂 Eventually, we find our way back to trying and are renewed in our next efforts. 🙂 I love those old rocks–they remind my of the Garden of the Gods in Colorado. I saw so many shapes and faces in them too!
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Yes, we need that rejuvenation time to try again – and you’re very much a tryer Kourtney, you never give up 🙂
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Andrea – I love how you bring us home to your part of the world and plant us firmly among the birds of flight and bugs beneath the earth. Your descriptive elements of your environment are vivid and a masterful body of work. To top everything; those photos always touch my heart and take my breath away.
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Thanks Sheri, I’m happy to take you on a little journey in my part of the earth.
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It is great to visit your favorite places, Andrea. I enjoyed your photo essay. The mysteries of life and death hidden beneath the surface of earth will remain mysteries 🙂
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Thanks Inese, glad to have you along on the journey!
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Andrea I am not sure why but Autumn has this effect on me, like new beginnings I guess? We are heading into Spring but its still cold here in the mornings. Thanks for sharing all those wonderful photos. Good luck I imagine your creativity will double.
Kath
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Thanks Kath, autumn always feels like a new start, but then so is spring, so no doubt you too will find a new wave of inspiration.
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