So I moved on and let it go, looking for other visual prospects.
By and by I came across something different, very different,
in fact magical I thought,
as I tried to capture it with multiple shots in the rare evening light.
When winter loosens it’s grip the first sign at latitude 61 is
the water cascading over cliffs and returning to the sea, a short trip in these parts.
An old favorite song from way back when things seemed simpler from my perspective,
but history tells us the late sixties were a turbulent time, retrospect is like rare light.
I guess I was sheltered in the spring of my youth.
Nice to be where you can see the magic from another perspective I think now.