Here, some single shots from my own camera, on the eerie, mysterious, ancient and quaint Isle of Man.
Something here can make me terribly sad.
When "Mannanin's Cloak" (the mist) closes in, one gets the feeling...
despite the rugged beauty, wide sky; fresh air
Of being buried alive.
deliciously auspicious, in a way to send shivers down your spine.
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