Theresa of Soul Gatherings has once more embellished a couple of my images with wonderful words. If you didn’t go and check out her blog last time, please have a snoop round, it is so worth it.
Have a good Wednesday everyone. MM 🍀
This wall lives and breathes.
Its age shows in striking beauty, memories of the old man’s callused hands – artist’s hands – that shaped the stones with such love. No mortar for him, but only careful picking and choosing, a mosaic of gray stone laid one upon the other. Joining together stronger than alone, climbing higher.
Stop! Look at me. You may walk beside, but do not cross. I have purpose. I stand firm.
Norsemen cleaved the stone with battle axe a many, their angry cries bludgeoned into the rough surfaces. Blood soaked the stones. The breeze brings a whiff of sweat and fear from bygone centuries.
Rough edges smoothed by storms unleashing their fury, when the heavens opened to wash away the blood. Lightning strikes scar the stone with black, their fingerprints embedded deep.
Stones reverberate with echoes of a horse whinnying as it leaps…
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Another wonderful collaboration, Mr. Grant! Theresa’s story and your photos…. perfection!
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Thank you Dale, I am glad you are now enjoying her posts…MM 🍀
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I have been for a while now… there are a lot of great people out there, don’t you think? We seem to follow one another here and there! I love this community!
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Yes, it is great, some sound individuals….👍
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With gratitude and blessings for the re-blog and use of your photos…
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