“I Frequently tramped eight or ten miles through the deepest snow or strongest rain to keep an appointment with a beech-tree, or a yellow birch, or an old acquaintance among the pines.” – Henry David Thoreau

Entering the labyrinth.

Gleneagles Maze. Perthshire, Scotland.

A forest of these trees is a spectacle too much for one man to see.
-David Douglas

King’s at Gleaneagles Scotland.

Earl of Strathmore’s driveway. Caithness.

Rainy afternoon in York.

Aquae Solis. Were Longfellow, Hawthorne, and Dickens bathed. Somerset.

Trilithons of the inner horseshoe, erected around 2000 BC. Wiltshire, England.

Trilithons and fallen stones of Stonehenge.

A tranquil abode in London.

The swans of Avon. Warwick.

To be overcome by the fragrance of flowers is a delectable form of defeat. Northumberland.