Triumphant
Deep in the bowls of one of the many Dinorwic pits, sheltered by the towering hand hewn walls, I found this golden tree.
Rich and vibrant autumnal yellows complimented the blueish hue of the slate. As the wind died down, a cloud-break illuminated the tree making it stand even more off the slate walls.
It never ceases to amaze me that anything can grow it this barren sullied landscape; marked and scarred as it is. And yet here, despite no visible soil to speak of in amongst the ‘overburden’ it thrives.
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