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Always having had a thing for rocks, I sincerely believe they have lives of their own. Have an energy and softness belying their hard and unforgiving textures. Respected for thousands of years by our ancestors, shown reverence but mystifying the learned scholars of todays society. No one will ever conclusively prove just what Stonehenge was really constructed for. Theories, ideas and outlandish beliefs pervade these mysterious places - honoured and revered by some, vandalised and persecuted by others.

The Japanese appreciation of stone stretches back into prehistory, unusual rocks were believed to be the abode of the kami, spirits who literally inhabited the rocks themselves and to this day are marked by placing a rope around them. Nitschke (1990) states that "the unique or extraordinary in nature is often venerated as go-shintai , the abode of a diety. Go-shintai may be an unusually shaped rock, a tree weathered over the centuries, a strikingly jagged rock or a waterfall of rare shape or size".

And to show some appreciation for our rock spirits, I have decided to put up a selection where no doubt they still reside.








And so as May comes to an end, the lazy days of summer are on our doorsteps.

Month of bluebells, daffodils and welcoming in the new. Trying to capture it has been both rewarding and most importantly, the best thing that's happened to me.



One moment you’re trekking in the midst of Devon, as the sun starts to dip over the horizon and the next you're lying down amongst the apple blossom together -

- laying there, laying there with you, forgetting the world, not knowing quite how to say how you feel. But all that I am, and all that I ever was is there in your perfect eyes amongst the blossom trees. Thankyou Snow Patrol.

And so, my very important rocks:

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