KICKSTARTER

We set off from Hay to Hay Bluff on a cold, fresh, sky blue Spring morning. We passed through deciduous woodland – where the light flicked through the trees. We climbed the steep hills that lead towards Craswell. Following a small mountain stream as it found its way down from Bluff mountain.

How the light dances in this stream. How the birds sang with the joys of spring in their voices. Everything is alive. Everything dances with life. A bright, trembling energy force. The energy force of life. Spring reminds us that nature always replenishes her own. She is immortal.