In any place, at any time, there are sentinels. Whether we notice them or not, they are there.
Watching, waiting, willing.
Some are creations of nature. Some of man.
All have their purpose and their place in time.
The solitary wolf seeks the shoreline and safety.
A sanctuary where he can rest after the hunt.
Ever wary.
The stallion poses in perpetual victory.
Under the mighty steed's watchful eye we witness Wolfe's triumph.
For a moment frozen in time, he lives.
Now tethered to the land, she guides her journeymen and sailors salers over a concrete sea.
The sentinel wall of the armoury ensures that the enemy will be spotted well in advance.
Military foresight, man before machine.
True. North. Strong.
Not Free.
They stand on guard.
What if these wall could talk?
They still watch and listen.
The silent sentinels speak volumes.
