I've only visited this majestic oak tree once before, a couple of weeks ago. Ever since I've not been able to get it out of my head. So with the recent foggy mornings I was eager to return for another slice of Tolkein-esque woodland this morning.
Even now as I type this I think of it standing proudly in the darkness as the deer and surrounding wildlife go about their business.
I'm just fascinated by the passage of time.
Seeing this etched into the cliffs of the Jurassic Coast is a real thrill for me and it's a similar joy discovering trees like this. Stood still yet they have wriggled and carved their way from seedling to sky over hundreds of years and their history is laid bare in their shape and structure.
I placed my hands on it's bark (before looking over my shoulder first lol) it was soft to the touch, a fine coating of mossy grass..
I'm not religious but there was a definite vibe. Was it the 45 minute stomp from the car, the adrenaline flowing or was it something bigger than I could ever begin comprehend?.
I'll never know but there's a connection there, between human and earth.
It’s been awhile - posting on my own time and schedule these days. I came to realize that social media was having more of an impact on my life than I would of liked to admit, so I decided to step away for some perspective.
I took this last September from the #domluisbridge as the fog rolled in from Vila Nova da Gaia and across the #douroriver towards the city of Porto. Thick afternoon fog was not uncommon during our time in Porto, but I was fortunate to capture this moment when the sun broke through the clouds and shown on the water and adjacent buildings.