The Dreams of A Druid
























Namaste dear world.  From the forests of a childhood – and the dreams of a Druid. these pics were taken some years ago, when I could still get around with just a stick. They were taken close to the places, here in England, where I have lived the longest. Many tree-topped hills of mystical repute, and beauty have surrounded me, and accompanied me through the best, and worst of times.


Outside my window, the late Spring is opening so very slowly, it’s almost as if it’s afraid that it will get caught in the snow, again.  The above pics were taken during an October, and  I’m using them to remind the trees that they need to wake up now, just in case they haven’t noticed the time.


Please click on the pics for generous views.  And, thank you so much, to all my ‘fellows’ at WordPress,  your blogs keep me enthralled, no exaggeration.

With that, I must rest me broken frame, and wish you peace.  Amras Arcamenel.*


The Dream of A Druid


* “Arcamenel” means “Pray To Heaven” in Tolkien’s Quenya Dictionary, if I remember correctly.


Photography ©Francis Moloney.

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