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To celebrate the Summer Solstice this year, my family and my Grove headed down to North Salem, NH to visit "America's Stonehenge!"
Quite probably the oldest neolithic construction in the the US, (oldest found so far at least) this series of field stone chambers, cubbyholes, tables and astrological calendar was built by the humans who lived in these hills of granite 2000 years before Yeshua called Christ walked the Earth. (Yeah, that's over 4000 years ago!)
While a bit touristy now with the requisit (but cool) gift shop that funds the privately owned site's upkeep, the site itself is still amazing if you are at all interested in neolithic construction or the mystery of who the first North Americans were. At the very center of the site on "Mystery Hill," it this huge stone table with what appears to be a drainage groove carved around the edge. I've Photoshopped out all of the fences and people inthe background of this photo to better visualise the remains of the site that once was. Was this an ancient food preparation table or a 'sacrifical' altar? No one alive really knows. We can only make educated guesses.
Another small cubby chamber. Several of the chambers are tunnels, large enough to travel through standing upright. Did they have some ceremonial purpose, some practical purpose or was all of this construction just some group's lifetime hobby?
Here are some of the folks who came to watch the sun set behind the pointed stone in the center/back ground of this photo. My dear friends and family are immediately in the foreground sitting low so as not to obstruct other viewers line of sight. (I'm standing with my back to a tree just to the side of the line of sight for the same reason.) This year, Sol dipped behind low laying clouds on the horizon just before the point that its light would hit the stone, but it was a brilliant sunset anyhow and no one was really disappointed.
(Nikon D70 and my new Tokina ATX 12-24/4...great lens.)
(Nikon D70, 180/2.8 Nikkor 1/250 @f/2.8, 200ISO Spot metered.) I shot this through the screened window in our dining room. I would undoubtedly have scared the hawk off had I attempted to go outside to get the shot. Consequently the image was very soft focus so I took the image into PS.CS and added a splatter filter to get this more painterly image. We've got almost as many hawks on our property as we do turkeys and deer now.
I'm not a bird guy, but I do love hawks. In one of their books on Celtic Mythology, John and Caitlin Matthews write about Hawk thusly:
Celtic oral tradition lists the oldest animal as the Hawk of Achill. As with other birds, the hawk is a messenger between the Otherworld and this world. However, it is of greater skill and strength than other birds. It symbolizes clear sightedness and longevity of the memory. If you hear a hawk cry during a journey, be alert to upcoming situations that need boldness and decisiveness to keep from being thrown off balance.
When I first ventured online in the mid 90s, I was paranoid about identity theft so I created an online persona for the various lists that I'm on. I used the nom de geurre "Aracos" which was the proper name of this Hawk of Achill mentioned above who riddled with the Celtic poet Fintan teaching him about the long history of man. In my work I seek clear sightedness and to preserve longevity of memory, so the appelation seemed to fit traits that I respect. The nickname has stuck and though I live pretty openly on the net now I'm as well known as Aracos in many of my social circles as I am Michael. Since taking on the alias, I've noticed hawks are everywhere I go in Maine, where I never saw them as a kid.
John Denver wrote in a tune in the 70s "...I am the Hawk and there's blood on my feathers but time is still turning it soon will be dry...all who see me and all who believe in me share in the freedom I feel when I fly...." Seems that this was true.