I have searched for them. I have returned to them. 

The mystery in places such as these eludes analytical thinking .Their beauty lies simultaneously in the past and the present. Seemingly barren is an aged boulder on a cliff ledge stamped with lichen with a carved stone staircase running up its side. Sometimes as rich and intimate as fallen camellias lustily colored and edged with the slight decay of the inescapable. 

While I am photographing I feel like a furtive animal, quick, secretive and hiding . Both intimate and vivid these places become alive in my poetic mind.