Looking back where the path turned to dirt
We were advised to seek out Victoria Cave, a natural wonder high in the Yorkshire Dales. It sits outside the village of Settle, recessed into the earth, apparently undetectable from the prescribed path. We parked the car off a neglected road with a vague assurance this was the place to start. Caryn’s brother and his two boys led this expedition relying on (more…)
There’s an adage that says when you do not know what to photograph, photograph flowers. Occasionally a negative connotation is associated with this. As if photographing a beautiful, amazing creation of Mother Earth is a cheat, an easy way out for those who do not have the drive or creativity to seek out something else. What a bunch of horseflooey! I do not say this because today I am “taking the easy way out.” I say it because (more…)
At a glance the Moor does not seem all that daunting, although the distance straight to the top is difficult to gauge. Is it 200 feet? 500? 1,000? No, certainly not 1,000. That would be 100 stories, like climbing the Empire State Building. It is not that high, is it? Is that possible? Unlike a skyscraper it (more…)
This is the perfect time of the year for the beach. The crowds are elsewhere, not particularly interested in land’s end if they can’t lie on the sand and soak up the sun. Not especially intrigued since the carnival attractions remain (more…)
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