I went through my photos and made a collage of the "temple" Mark found last weekend. It's hard to believe that we were there only last week.
I'm still trying to articulate what I like about the place. Maybe it's the repeating geometric elements, like these pillars. Or perhaps it's the faux-oldness of the place. This structure can't be much older than sixty years.
Or maybe it's the play between the natural and the cultivated; between geometric shapes like circles and pillars and fractal ones like the trees; between stone and water.
But mostly, I think it has something to do with it being an outdoor shrine. While making photographic discoveries, I had a sense of the elemental and of enclave. I don't want give the impression that I was frolicking with Flower Fairies, or waiting for Ents; but there was a current there -- something vast and mysterious: like where a river meets the ocean, or where two tree trunks make a portal, or when the moon rises over a desert mesa.