Heather Field

Ageless stories say that for agreeing to grow in rugged highlands, heather was blessed with the strength of an oak tree, the fragrance of honeysuckle, and the sweetness of roses. All of this is true of the low-lying plants here, and those who stumble across them should be grateful. In a death trap, it can be hard to remember that beauty exists; this peaceful field of low-lying purple and white flowers is an achingly poignant reminder, a souvenir of days left behind and dreams deferred. Enjoy the respite, tributes. Just remember not to get too serene...