Ancient trails are battered into the earth, trails of a season, trails of temporary refuge and the continuation of a cycle.
Space and Ancient Trails
The trails stretch into the distance where clouds, remnants of a past season or a sign of a promise fulfilled, laze on the horizon. Greens mingle with seasons' browns, dancing waters and trails of moments into patterns of meaning.
In a time
untouched in our distance
newly trodden by the past
echo a distant land
From: Space and ancient trailsA Photographic Essay by Leigh Kemp