Stonehenge
My whole life, I've wanted to see Stonehenge and now I finally have.
I went to see it this last spring. We were tired and cranky from all the effort of getting there, but in the end it was worth it.
We drove for a good part of the day just to get there, and when we finally did, it was time to go home. By the time we got back it was late, and we were both beat. The sun was in a great place for photographs. Not too bright that it washed out, and not too dark, that we couldn't see good detail.
I expected to see the stone structure in the field, of course. What surprised me was the sheep. There were dozens of them in the field right beside Stonehenge. I found that very odd, that someone would farm so near to such an amazing and historic structure, but then I realized something. Those of us elsewhere in the world think of these far off places of myth, as untouchable, uncomprehensible, and we go view them with the idea in our heads that everyone in the world must revere them as we do. We forget that regardless of where these amazing sights and structures are located, they are still home to someone.
The sheep made it real to me. I don't think I really comprehended that I was there, standing right in front of this amazing site that before then I had only viewed in National Geographic. But the sheep were very real. And now those sheep have given me a new view of Stonehenge. Not a bad view, just a different view, and they've added another dimension to the experience. People built this. With no technology. They moved these massive stones without the aide of any motorization. They moved them past the sheep, and erected them. For a God? Or maybe for more than one god? To observe the universe? Or was it just for the sake of saying, "I did this" That sort of effort was meant for something unbelievable, that's for sure. I only hope those sheep will stand guard near those stones for many more millenia. Whatever it was built for, they've achieved it. It is a monument of all time, and deserves it's place in the history books.
I went to see it this last spring. We were tired and cranky from all the effort of getting there, but in the end it was worth it. We drove for a good part of the day just to get there, and when we finally did, it was time to go home. By the time we got back it was late, and we were both beat. The sun was in a great place for photographs. Not too bright that it washed out, and not too dark, that we couldn't see good detail.
I expected to see the stone structure in the field, of course. What surprised me was the sheep. There were dozens of them in the field right beside Stonehenge. I found that very odd, that someone would farm so near to such an amazing and historic structure, but then I realized something. Those of us elsewhere in the world think of these far off places of myth, as untouchable, uncomprehensible, and we go view them with the idea in our heads that everyone in the world must revere them as we do. We forget that regardless of where these amazing sights and structures are located, they are still home to someone.
The sheep made it real to me. I don't think I really comprehended that I was there, standing right in front of this amazing site that before then I had only viewed in National Geographic. But the sheep were very real. And now those sheep have given me a new view of Stonehenge. Not a bad view, just a different view, and they've added another dimension to the experience. People built this. With no technology. They moved these massive stones without the aide of any motorization. They moved them past the sheep, and erected them. For a God? Or maybe for more than one god? To observe the universe? Or was it just for the sake of saying, "I did this" That sort of effort was meant for something unbelievable, that's for sure. I only hope those sheep will stand guard near those stones for many more millenia. Whatever it was built for, they've achieved it. It is a monument of all time, and deserves it's place in the history books.
