
📍Loci: Common Ground
Like the imprint of sand left behind by the receding tide, our absence etches patterns of meaning that linger long after we’re gone.
Refined Reflections: The Best of Genius Loci
Like the imprint of sand left behind by the receding tide, our absence etches patterns of meaning that linger long after we’re gone.
I gave myself permission to stop and enjoy it, and to take time to photograph it, inspite of the curious glances from passers by.
✨ Many will feel the pull to hurry past these words, gripped by the restless urge to scroll onwards. But should you find the courage to linger, to resist the tide of haste, you will be performing a quiet kind of magic.
This is a place of transition – between land and water, between heaven and earth, between time and tide. On a quiet, sunlit morning, it feels like a place on the edge of something, caught between the elements.
The landscape provides a correspondence with the transition of time—the valley bottoms out into flattened serenity, as the Berwyn hills rise like embattlements pitched against any sense of doubt as to the magic at play.
I know it all sounds a little odd, and men don’t usually talk about these things, but I feel that what happened to me during that time was miraculous, and miraculous things should be shouted from the rooftops.
The joy of coming across a busy market (with shops open in the square) during twilight is beyond compare. I made for the local bakery and bought a Danish and Coffee and walked around the square, taking it all in.
Refined Reflections: The Best of Genius Loci
Refined Reflections: The Best of Genius Loci