
Gnarled fingers reaching up into sunlit skies, feeling for stars.
Gnarled fingers reaching up into sunlit skies, feeling for stars.
There’s something wonderful about ruins. They speak of age, memory and past lives, and stand as a living protest against time’s destruction. There’s a dignity about them, even in their decaying and worn-out appearance.
These ruins are part of the old Scotney Castle in Kent. Loved our visit there. Took this shot with my iPhone.