When I was a kid, I wrote several reports on Stonehenge. I read books and theories, I drew my own diagrams of the sarsen stones and the post holes and the causeways. I finally got a chance to see them in person for the first time on a beautiful March evening with clear skies and a gorgeous sunset.
The monument is closed due to Covid restrictions, but going outdoors for exercise is allowed in England and there happens to be a nice public path that leads through the surrounding fields and straight to the monument. Just head towards the end of Fargo Rd, hop out, and start walking. Or you can walk from the nearby Woodhenge.
Shoutout to the nice English gentleman and fellow photographer who’s name escapes me that had lived four miles away for fifty-plus years. He regaled me with all kinds of stories about the site and its history as we sat around snapping pictures through the setting sun. Minus the two round-the-clock security guards, there were perhaps six other people out in the field enjoying the beautiful sunset. I was absolutely in luck.
Of course I forgot my tripod. Whoops. So these night images are brought to you by the not-nearly-as-great-as-a-full-frame-mirrorless-camera-on-a-tripod-Galaxy-S20. By the end it was also -4 degrees and my fingers were becoming useless. So with a few parting shots, I walked back in darkness on a moonless night, surrounded by stars. Only stepped in sheepshit once, but promptly stepped straight into a puddle a few paces later. Life is about balance.
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