Day 31: Scientist that I am, I am also a photographer. Sometimes you just have to push the analytical aside and simply admire the beauty. I'd come up for air after being intent on a particular white crust fungus for ten minutes when this scene caught my eye. I immediately thought of a village set high in a mountainous region, Tibet or the Andes perhaps, where grey rock towers above rough-hewn shelters and vegetation clings close to the ground in the desperate and only manner which will allow it to withstand harsh winds and biting-cold temperatures. People do live in such places, you know, without the benefits of electricity and running water and the other amenities we Westerners take for granted, and they have done so for thousands of years. On this day, however, the faeries or sprites who call this community home were either indoors or away at their business of hunting and gathering, following the course of their lives untouched by the artificial constructs of modern civilization. Time means nothing in such a timeless place as this: only now, only this moment.
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