Rita Crane Photography: Path to Thomas Hardy's Home, Dorset
It was late afternoon on a cold spring day, walking along a path in the tangled ancient woods that runs between the home of Thomas Hardy and the ancient Norman church nearby...all part of the actual setting for his books The Mayor of Casterbridge and Tess of the D'Urbervilles.
The county of Dorset and its main town of Dorchester is the area of southwest England where Thomas Hardy lived and that he wrote about. In his books he called this part of England "Wessex" - its Anglo-Saxon name prior to the Norman invasion.
This felt like the kind of forest one might get lost in and it was special to imagine that so many villagers had created this safe little path to their parish church so long ago. There was a gentle river that ran along the path. Sheep and lambs were grazing in a small open pasture nearby.
Taking a long moment to sit in that tiny Norman church, 1000 years old....with its humble row of benches and simple stained glass windows took me into another dimension. Not a soul around ... and peaceful to the core. Just a few minutes away the bustle of modern Dorchester was going full steam. But for a moment one could enter another era, and consciousness. The good news is that deep connection to the mystery resides in us whenever we want to tap into it. But i do admit living forests have a way of bringing it out in one quite naturally.
[Photo taken with my first digital camera the little Olympus Camedia 3.2. - almost ten years ago. I've added several layers to it.]
Thomas Hardy: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thomas_Hardy
Rita Crane Photography: Path to Thomas Hardy's Home, Dorset
It was late afternoon on a cold spring day, walking along a path in the tangled ancient woods that runs between the home of Thomas Hardy and the ancient Norman church nearby...all part of the actual setting for his books The Mayor of Casterbridge and Tess of the D'Urbervilles.
The county of Dorset and its main town of Dorchester is the area of southwest England where Thomas Hardy lived and that he wrote about. In his books he called this part of England "Wessex" - its Anglo-Saxon name prior to the Norman invasion.
This felt like the kind of forest one might get lost in and it was special to imagine that so many villagers had created this safe little path to their parish church so long ago. There was a gentle river that ran along the path. Sheep and lambs were grazing in a small open pasture nearby.
Taking a long moment to sit in that tiny Norman church, 1000 years old....with its humble row of benches and simple stained glass windows took me into another dimension. Not a soul around ... and peaceful to the core. Just a few minutes away the bustle of modern Dorchester was going full steam. But for a moment one could enter another era, and consciousness. The good news is that deep connection to the mystery resides in us whenever we want to tap into it. But i do admit living forests have a way of bringing it out in one quite naturally.
[Photo taken with my first digital camera the little Olympus Camedia 3.2. - almost ten years ago. I've added several layers to it.]
Thomas Hardy: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thomas_Hardy