So a Hobbit walked into a bar…. No.
There were three guys at the Prancing Pony and one disappeared…. No.
Or how about a walk among the Ents? If you are not following me then you didn’t see The Lord of the Rings, which has blessed this country with an everlasting fame. Today I looked up and saw the place where Isengarten was mythically located. But right behind that beautiful forest was a river and there were these sunken trees, you see… Never mind.
But inside the forest there was an entranceway to Rivendell, the elven land of ageless beauty and power. Today, by carefully looking, I found the entrance, it’ was right here, where I least expected it. I wanted to walk through but I was sure I would never return since once I gazed upon the forbidden beauty of Galadriel, I was sure I would never leave.
And finally, from my ever-growing archive of just a few days ago, I found this one image of the lake and stones. It reminded me how beautiful this whole trip has been for me and while I miss home, I am so happy to be here and immersed in my craft, making images from the things I see.And I do that best when I travel, and that’s why they call me LensTraveler.
Tomorrow, it’s an early morning and more of the same.