from geological time, laid bare at the crumbly cliffs on each side,

to the (modern time) myths as a succession of strangers come and go home,

and tell of unexpected and unforgettable encounters with the sublime.

rare bugs - crawl through - rare flora - beneath - rare trees

- but perhaps it is the Bar itself that is truly rare -

mythic power
the slow poetry of place

So what can an old neo-modernist artist contribute (suggestions are welcomed)?
other than - avoid the clichés - go for the bigger picture - go outside the bigger picture
or perhaps just a sideways look?

SO :- Chris took a close-up photo of the tallest tree in the valley (a Scots pine?) and I saw it sideways
and gave it an azure tint and thought of bark ridges breaking, like the waves on the other side of the Bar
—— but in very-very slow motion. Steve