"The next day, when the sun finally broke through the clouds, Professor Parniferous Pirkle ventured along the outskirts of the small glen he now called "home". The air was filled with the sounds of birds and the rustling of things skittering in the hedgerows. Hmmm. He hadn't noticed the alfalfa that practically surrounded the property. It should not even be here. Wrong climate. Then he noticed the trail, well-hidden from the casual observer. Not a soul was near. But Parniferous felt like he was being watched.
The trail broke off to a higher, oddly marked path that led to an area framed by several fallen trees. Broken branches were planted in the ground to both sides of the pathway, like a picket fence, guiding him up to the small, well-worn space. A peculiar 8 inch wide, split stone, flat-side facing outward, sat on a branch stump like a canvas on an easel, waiting for artwork. The coloration reminded Parniferous of jade. But it was more than likely, just moss-stained granite. What was it for? For that matter, what was the purpose of this natural cathedral?"
This is a draft excerpt from the book that I am currently working on.
The "on-location" photos are helping me visualize the story, characters and setting.