Rooted in the Land: Walking with ghosts

France & Vincent

SE Ilkley 2015 saturday (189)

I took the camera, but I took only one picture. Not that first morning… that first dawn that we watched rise in the east from the top of the Cow. It didn’t seem right at that moment. There would be other dawns, but that moment would never come again.

SE Ilkley 2015 saturday (33)

From the moment I crossed the ditch that edges the moor, it had me by the heart. It is not a feeling I can explain. It is every love you have ever felt, every yearning, every hope and every prayer… it rises through your feet, carries the incense of bracken and centuries of heather… it is the embrace of a mother, the caress of every lover you have known and it closes your throat, cradling its hands around your heart with a pressure that will find only one release.

SE Ilkley 2015 saturday (198)

I barely saw the dawn, only felt its beauty on my eyes…

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