What a difference the sun makes. A return trip to the Rollright Stones on a sunny windswept day shines a whole new light on these ancient configurations. Since I’ve already written about the background to these stones, indulge me with a short photo stroll.
I didn’t touch the stones — but I didn’t count them or make a wish, either.
Peek a stone.
The stones are like teeth. So this is a mossy molar. Or like one of those floating islands in Avatar.
These stones appear to bow towards the sun. I have that same feeling of gratitude for sunny days like this.
The lichen was almost technicolor.
A wide view found while standing closer to the Whispering Knights. I love how the stones huddle in a dense, dark shadow of the tree line.
The Whispering Knights are pricked out in sunlight and have a completely different aspect.
Even the Nazgul is more approachable.
I’m not sure I can say how much I am moved by this sculpture of the legendary King-to-stone-turning witch. Even from a remove, when you first enter the field where she gestures toward the King Stone, she calls up tension, surprise, anticipation.
Here she flings her curse towards the King.
A witch and her shadow. My favorite part of this image is the hazy, smoky length of hedge behind her that appears to build like a wave.
Can I recommend this trip to the Rollright Stones any more? Go. Are you still here? Go.