You follow a narrow path that threads the soft green floor, cliffs rising like cathedral walls, snow capped peaks wearing the calm of a cloudy sky. The air tastes like clean stone and wet grass. A single cow chews near the fence, keeper of small rituals, the bell a slow heartbeat that steadies your own.Barns and cottages rest in the folds of the fields, smoke curling, autumn leaves offering a quiet applause.
Joshua Campbell
Director