All of my life, I have been infatuated with Stonehenge. In fact, when I was first starting my photography business, I experimented with calling it Stonehenge Photography. Thankfully I came to my senses before ordering any business cards 😅
When I finally stood before this age-old monument, I was absolutely in awe.
I always sound crazy when I try to explain this to people, but when I visit some place new, the first thing I always notice is that the quality of light is so different than any of the other places I’ve been. The way the rays penetrate the clouds, the constant shifting between shadow and direct sunlight… It’s nothing like the consistent, even sunlight in my hometown of San Diego. Stonehenge was no exception, and I still can’t find the words to describe this phenomena. It’s just inexplicably different. One minute the landscape would be engulfed in shadow, and the next minute the amount of light would be blinding.
It’s estimated that it took the Neolithic peoples about 1,500 years to build Stonehenge. Amazingly, the whole thing is made up of about 100 stones. The bizarre part is that some of these stones were traced to an area in Wales about 200 miles from where Stonehenge sits. How the Neolithics managed to move them that far, no one knows. It’s been suggested that the Druids, or even the wizard Merlin may have actually been responsible for its construction, but historians now believe that it was built thousands of years before Merlin or the Druids inhabited the area. But part of me still wants to believe that it was actually Merlin, because that’s way more fun to think about! No one can say for certain what Stonehenge’s purpose was, but some theories are that it was used as a burial site, an astronomical calendar, a memorial to ancestors, or a religious pilgrimage site.
As amazing as it was to behold these ancient stones, the surroundings served as a constant reminder that the world had outgrown them.
I’ve always been fascinated with the concept of time. The way it lingers and yet is too fast for anyone to catch. The strange reality of how the earth eventually forgets her past inhabitants. The way man tries to make sense of the remnants of lost societies and cultures.
When I began to notice the wildlife in the area, I started thinking about how weirdly amusing it is that they spend their lives in the presence of one of the most ancient wonders of the world, and they have no idea how important it is.
The English countryside is a sight I can never get enough of. I could have stayed here all day, but, as always, there were more adventures to be had! Until next time… xoxo