Just beneath the surface, just beneath our feet, memories of the past run deep.
Only the land knows who once walked this way. Where they were going. What they thought, their hopes and fears. Their fate.
What joys, what sadness, what thoughts hide amongst the stones once cherished.
The watcher of the forest
The Devil stands transfixed by the moon
The ancient way
A stand of trees
Some of these images are availble as gretings cards from the museum shop, some are not.