The Sculptured Rocks
In this design you petrified the language of your soul –
Your own symbolic logic;
Linked a little world with universe,
Arrested time and space.
You saw the cycle of your birth and death with clarity
As sun and moon spun round,
As buds burst into leaves and fell upon the nourished ground.
A rhythmic pulse beat out like water flow,
Rippled from your centre to the stars.
The living rocks bear traces of belief.
Knowing all you used to know.
The curlew cry spills out
A plaintive, bubbling message to the moors
Above the desecrated graves and broken stones
As it has always done.
Its curved beak swings down from the sun
To execute parabolas in heather-scented air,
Or sink in silence to an unresponsive earth.
Stan Beckensall
The Smell of Water 
Beautiful shots of my favourite subject (well second – stone circles are first). Love the effect, is it Infra Red? It fits the subject so well 🙂
Cheers, I use a 720nm filter & post process in photoshop.