“Maybe it is only that we are so habitually inattentive that when some rare but simple geometry grabs us by the shoulders and shakes us into consciousness, we call our response sacred.” In Thirteen Moons (97) the writer Charles Frazier has it correct. The ‘sacred’ is only one’s emotions: not an historic figure, a symbol, or a myth, as if those external agencies are alive.


Peak District Photography: Lyme Park

Saturday January 5, 2013