Misty Morning, Misty Day

Autumnal fog took the place of a sunny summer morning creating the setting for Misty Morning, Misty Day. The experience challenged us both at times since she simply disappeared inside immense clouds of heavy white contrasted by the surrounding terrain recently burned by a 3 day fire of immense proportions. What to make of such an experience? The primitive stone circle, overgrown with vegetation until the conflagration, was intriguing. It showed evidence of human activity in this remote part of the island uncultivated, unvisited and rarely mentioned. Running to and fro inside my viewfinder's eye, the woman seemed challenged as if attempting escape. At times, she looked exhausted, confused, became immobilised, contemplative, lost but then defiant. This was fascinating, if not somewhat disturbing: the island was overrun by pirates throughout the middle-ages, in particular, and had suffered invasions since the beginnings of its history. What I'd witnessed was something that could very well have happened on numerous occasions over those 5,000 years, but with true aggressors involved and often with unfortunate consequences for their victims.

What I'd witnessed was something that could very well have happened on numerous occasions over those 5,000 years, but with true aggressors involved …