All over Jordan, in fields, are silent sentries standing guard, some for centuries, whilst others have only recently taken up their post.
They fascinate and intrigue me as I imagine the hands that have fashioned these markers out of stones within reach.
Their purpose is varied. Some are given the important task of defining a boundary line, others are formed to clear the field of rocks, yet others, made years ago, their purpose forgotten and unknown.
Some stand tall and upright, proud in their vigil. There are those that are reduced to just a fallen pile of rocks by the forces of nature, hinting at their former glory.
These photos are of some of the more recent sentries, that have come into existence in a wheat field, near our house. They have been made to clear the field of recently surfaced rocks and I couldn’t resist the opportunity to photograph them in the soft golden light of the setting sun.
And a gorgeous sunset to finish my walk home.