How many times I’ve been standing here, quietly in awe of these giants carved by the elements. They speak to me, on levels body understands, but brain is left utterly behind.
It’s the language of home. Of Being. Of here, I am. Of motion. Of still. Of simplicity. Of knowing… something.
It’s a meeting point that doesn’t need a point
An hour after I wrote the above, I read the below…. !
“What more there is lies within the mountain. Something moves between me and it. Place and a mind may interpenetrate till the nature of both is altered. I cannot tell what this movement is except by recounting it.”
Nan Shepherd – A Living Mountain
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Photographed in the Burren, Co. Clare, Ireland.
Hanne T. Fisker Photography Art 
Kære Hanne.
Måske når denne hilsen dig. Jeg bliver rørt af at læse om din ærefrygt for naturen. Det lyder virkelig, som om du er kommet
“hjem”. Det må være både smukt og stort for dig. Alt godt til dig, Hanne.
Kærlig hilsen Bodil
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Kære Bodil, har du skrevet hilsner der ikke når mig? Det er jeg ked af. Måske jeg ikke har opdaget den. Men ihvertfald tusind tak for dine smukke ord, Bodil. Og ja, det er jeg, hjemme her.
Kh /Hanne
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