Feeling Low

Hills figured greatly in my search for this week’s challenge shot. It’s an interesting viewpoint, as you can see from my chosen photograph for this challenge. In the first shot, I love the way the light became a feature of the photograph. Had I done anything other than squatting to get this, the light wouldn’t have been nearly so magical.

Then, last week, we went to see Old John’s Folly at Bradgate Park again. Autumn has coloured our world in tapestry-tones. This is one of my favourite times of the year to walk.

When we were there last week, the colour hadn’t really begun to take hold of the trees. It was certainly there at ground level, however, with the grasses gone silvery gold. There is still a bit of fresh gold and green left over from late summer, but now the season has begun to age. From this angle, the forest is no more important than the grasses and the vast world is brought down to size as well. Somehow, this photograph makes me realise how very small we are in the grand scheme of things.

I crouched down beside the dog as she lay surveying her domain. He also surveyed his domain as he sat on the rocks below. The huge forest wall below is so large it turns humans to insects. Where we are, however, as low as we are, we are utterly alone and at one with the world.

While this challenge gave rise to a totally new view of Old John’s Tankard, this is the kind of shot I thought I would come away with. One day, I’d love to climb the stairs to the top of the tower and see the world from there.