Pardon me? These wild guys were wandering through the backyard and probably are not adorning anyone’s table today. By chance the other photo – I have been called a “turkey” – slipped into the post serendipitously. It’s appropriate too. To all the scattered family this year, I wish you all a “Happy.”
This might otherwise be called Stonehenge lite. No insult intended. It’s foreboding. And, it’s not that crowded. Great! We got to walk all around the site. It’s isolated enough and hard enough to get to, that there won’t be hoards of tourists coming here. That’s a good thing. Callanish stones, a haunting place, not haunted, haunting.