The Hill 2

I was about to try and write about walking and I had in mind the thoughts of Osip Mandlestam, a Russian poet, who could only compose his thoughts and get a poem together when he was walking but....

Instead I have stayed with the Hill and for the first time in this blog a person is being pictured. This is an old slide of my father that I scanned a long time ago. The hill behind him looks like a moon scape rather that a land scape. This is a favourite photo of mine, more so as I relate to this image of my dad more than I do to the man himself.