There are sights I try to capture with my camera, knowing I will end up with nothing more than a scrap of the experience.
Merely a taste of a memory that must be recalled and revisited.
Then once you tear yourself away to continue on, it is merely to stop, turn back and look upon it from a fresh angle as if you have doubted your senses and need to confirm that it is still standing, still real.
I am happy with my pictures, but they’ll never reproduce that feeling of awe inspired insignificance that standing under this old oak tree can.
A fact that gives me faith that the world is just as it should be.