I don’t generally like pictures of myself, but I thought this one was pretty cool. It’s me just beyond Lion’s Roar on Byng Creek, staring up into the wilderness.
It’s not Wiltshire County or the Lake District in England, but the rocks in the distance make it seem related. Although I know I’ve walked this public path a number of times, I just have no memory of this rock outcropping on top of the far hill here. I told Edna (who didn’t remember it either) that perhaps as we grow older our perception of what is and isn’t important and significant in our lives changes, and that this hill contains more meaning to us now.
Earlier in our lives we also missed this too cool cemetery, not marked on any topographic maps despite containing about 15 graves. The second picture below is a figurine of an angel on a unicorn that I had to dig up out of the dirt in front of one of the tombstones. Only an angel’s wing was visible at first.
Some more figurines from the cemetery…
But the main reason I took Edna to this part of Frank Park was to show her the running fence art project I’ve already blogged about in several posts of Frank and Herman Einstein! I found her more detailed photo of the rock atop post 1 very interesting — what is that white-ish speck at the center of it?
Sunklands 