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Cleveland Metroparks, North Olmsted Ohio
The puddled water runs along the first earthwork.

This shot is standing in almost the same spot as the previous, with me turned to the right (south). In the distance, past the fence is the rise that i posted sometime back:

nodressrehersal commented that the last photo posted, had a ghostly quality to it. Why is it that a picture of old rocks or old forest cannot convey that feeling, but sometimes, by showing ancinet works of people, you can suddenly get that sense of presense and history? Is it that our imagination starts to fill in the blanks; or, or is it that there are ghosts or persons from other times, just under the visible spectrum; people milling about watching us at those places?