Well, we’ve been here before but if any location is the personification of the word ‘Verdant’ then this is it. Roughting Linn Waterfall in Northumbria.
If I wasn’t:
B) Living in the 21st Century
C) Scared of peyote cactus and other shamanistic shenanigans
I would have gone back to my pagan roots, donned a cloak of twigs and whirled in the way that dervishes do whilst worshipping the root and branch. Instead, I whipped out the Canon 5D, slapped a jet black ND16 filter on it and took this shot. A beautiful place, quiet and affecting.
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Missed opportunities are the worst things in hindsight – when kicking yourself is an excuse for lack of boldness. JK should not be missed.
Desert eyes. That parched, merciless light burnt into the retina. In the eye, encapsulated, the sun’s bleached heat. This is a Bedu policeman, patrolling the sandstone steps up to the monastery in Petra.