There are places the girls and I can go in the early mornings that are reminiscent of a time so long ago. My grandfather had built a cottage on a hill overlooking a river. There were fields of long grass and wild flowers. There was an indescribable quiet.
Along the railway there are "pockets" of this memory that I have. And in the early morning light, the light that all photographers and film makers seek, that memory is recreated. It is one of the reasons why I wake so early every day.
These moments are my "back pages", my separate life, tucked away and secluded. These images were taken behind Sorauren Park, part of what now is being called the Rail Path.
Fabulous photos. Sweet Memories.
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