Spring arrives like a whispered hymn through the waking woods,a golden breath stirring the hush of slumbering earth.Cherry trees blush with fragrant petals,as if nature herself recalls an old, sweet memory.
Cathedrals stretch toward the sun...
High upon the hills, where clouds drift like restless memories, stone walls keep their silent watch.
They have seen centuries pass in the slow breath of the wind.Once, voices echoed here with purpose, commands, and devotion, now only the wind...
An early autumn walk afforded us a visit here, on a dry but windy day, with the first signs of autumn becoming evident in the trees.
I wanted to fly the AVATA as well as the AIR3, but it was too windy, so AIR3 it was, which gave enough footage...