My latest venture into High Definition Range photography has taken me to Stoodley Pike. A monument to the Napoleonic Wars (I think). The area is rough moorland that is now in Yorkshire but was once in Lancashire. These were taken before 2:00 p.m. I had forgotten how quickly the Sun goes behind the hills at this time of year. I love the moors that straggle the Pennines. They always seem so untameable and ageless. They are another of my spiritual homes.
I have been reminded this week of just how fragile our existence here is and I am trying to live my life with this in mind. So enjoy every minute. Love one another and don't make work the be all and end all of your life.
My love to you all.