‘That Old Black Magic’
Saturday night at 9.30pm after everyone else in the house had either gone to sleep or settled down for the night I headed out for a few hours and made use of what turned out to be the only free time I got in an otherwise difficult weekend. I made for Lennox Castle to take another look at this sad, vast, crumbling ruin. The waning gibbous moon still cast my shadow through a thin veil of cloud as I made my way up through the forest. A small creature scurried off the track at foot level and I also heard some larger animals- deer?- moving away from the track at one point. It was quiet and a little spooky. I’ve visited this place a few times now and it’s always left me sad that such a fine building can be left to rot...
I’d gotten out the habit these past 6 months of heading out with my camera but a few recent trips have got me back in the mood and I found myself singing the Frank Sinatra song on my way up through the woods which is what lent this photo it’s title.
‘That Old Black Magic’
Saturday night at 9.30pm after everyone else in the house had either gone to sleep or settled down for the night I headed out for a few hours and made use of what turned out to be the only free time I got in an otherwise difficult weekend. I made for Lennox Castle to take another look at this sad, vast, crumbling ruin. The waning gibbous moon still cast my shadow through a thin veil of cloud as I made my way up through the forest. A small creature scurried off the track at foot level and I also heard some larger animals- deer?- moving away from the track at one point. It was quiet and a little spooky. I’ve visited this place a few times now and it’s always left me sad that such a fine building can be left to rot...
I’d gotten out the habit these past 6 months of heading out with my camera but a few recent trips have got me back in the mood and I found myself singing the Frank Sinatra song on my way up through the woods which is what lent this photo it’s title.