Places & Lanscapes

The Blackmere Mountains stretch cold and silent, a land shaped by isolation and mistaken purpose.

The house at Rowanmere rests in the distance as an old walking path winds through the grounds. The sun lowers behind the hills, settling the land into evening and marking the close of the day.

An old single-lane road winds through the grounds at Rowanmere, grass growing along its center and trees rising on either side. Sunlight filters through the canopy as the road leads toward the back of Rowanmere Hall.

A well-worn cart path leads into the apple orchard on the grounds of Rowanmere. The track bears the marks of years of use, shaped by work, season, and return.