This is a spread I completed in Jill's "Sacred Spaces" travelling journal. The photo shows the ruined tower of St. Helen's Old Church on the Isle of Wight. When I was a girl, the tower was still open to the elements. I used to climb up the inside of the wall to sit on a window ledge on the sea-side of the tower and either read or gaze out across the water. So this particular space was "sacred" both by design and by usage.
As always, click to enlarge the image.
The tower has since been stabilised and closed off and integrated into a "new and improved" seafront. It no longer looks as wild and inviting as it once did, but then again, I'm no longer there, so it doesn't need to, does it?
The colors and journaling style reflect the early teenage me who used to clamber up walls, cliffs, trees, and more or less anything else that offered three-point contact hand- and footholds.