Return of the King...Orc's, Hobbit's, safely watched by Gandolf

The hills are alive with the soundtracks and themes of The Return of the King

Backpack with supplies of water and lembas bread

Orc squirrel spy..........................

Too late squirrel spy, I caught you.  Run, run..... little squirrel spy, to whisper your tales and secrets..........

Fellowship of safe sanctuary

Window to the Souls

Padlocked and deserted

Return of the King

Not a full time employed working day.  Hence, my mobile alarm clock was switched off, permitting a Sunday rest in, to enjoy and cuddle my big, fat, comfy, cloud quilt, wrapped in warm Asian colour and delightful soft prints. As if! My body clock is programmed to the full-time employed time table, waking up too early.  Even during annual leave and weekends.  

I have no idea why, but I felt somewhat deflated with no enthusiasm to enjoy the peace and calmness the hills reward.  I battled negativity and prepared my back pack, dressing in appropriate walking costume to commit to my hill training.

I attended the second level of my photography course yesterday.  An excellent tutor, mentor, and Lord of encouraging imagination in mind and eye.  David, set a course challenge, over a four week period, for students to produce 10 pictures related to a chosen subject.  I am warmed and drawn to the subject title offered "Windows to the Soul."  

Setting out on my usual hills training, I stopped along journey's way, to take props and capture pictures located in a desired place of peace. Mind cogs had worked overtime since my tutor ignited the project challenge.  Photos taken, and feeling more relaxed, Cherry Corsa heads to the hills.

I congratulated myself for arguing with the internal Sunday laze thief, that tempted me to quit today's training.  Not only did I action my hill training, I calmed the soul, slowed down, and grabbed the moment to commence photography course work.

And so in my wild imagination.........................................................

I walked New Zealand hills today, filled with sound tracks and themes of  "The Return of the King." Turned up to the max, drifting into hypnotic moving meditation, trees and sun rays creating imaginary strangers.  I sometimes seriously have to remind myself, Orc's do not really exist.  Trekking alone, along creepy covered pathways, trying to reach the open space, listening to this music.  I ask " Why the hell do I try to frighten the wits out myself? listening to this music"  I think I must have sub-concious faith Gandalf is watching over me, and the hobbits distracting the Orc's, therefore allowing me to pass.  Safe at the top, the skies were incredible today.  Soft, dreamy, blues and whites merging. Ideas I thought of and captured in my minds eye yesterday, during the photography course.