The ancients stand above, their figures cast in stone. They have not gone away but they are here, for us to see and honour if we only know how to look. To give us lessons, ones i am just learning to here, and a reminder that there was life before, life that stretches our imaginations and our conceptions of history. Rocks they say, beautiful rocks say some, but i know that they are more than that, they have told me so.
On a hill overlooking town, are jumbled piles, rock outcroppings, that stand above. For many a part of the scenery, or something they jog or mountain bike past, but they call out to me – and there are so many that i have not seen
I had gone for a walk, not even knowing that they were there, but i caught a glimpse and had to find my way up, and i did and another world opened up. and now, that i have been there twice i realize that these were not even the first outcroppings i saw, but the ones that beckoned me. And here are only a few of them, the ones that spoke to the camera, asking to be revealed.
So many heads around, once you begin to look, with both your eyes and your soul.
And now that i look at these photos, i wonder what lays beneath these heads.
But not all stand alone. One outcropping is full of tall thin figures gathered together.
As i turned and walked around this area, so many faces and figures came to me, telling me of a life that once was.
not all pairs are joined physically
and other creatures seem to be emerging from the rockpiles
The ancients stand above, cast in stone, and i ask why we do not recognize them. And as i was about to leave my first day, one area with an even higher energy called me forth, and i was to realize it had not always been that way. for what i came across was a place where the ancients had been venerated, by others in the past, a sacred place it felt (see part 2)
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