I like the turtles; in fact my first turtles in the landscape experiences happened in the summer of 1996, at ancient Theangela. These slow - or I think I prefer to see them as hesitant, reluctant animals - moving, but slowly-slowly, yavas-yavas, siga-siga, as my human foundation. And I am much more fund of the metaphor than Newton's shoulders of giants. Maybe because I imagine those giants as rough creatures, moving in abrupt manners, or perhaps standing still as Atlas carrying the weight of the sky on his shoulders. Not much dynamics left in that image.
Turtles may be slow; surely they are not very clever. But they are well-adjusted to their living conditions, they are tougher than many others, and they move, rapidly even, when they lay eyes on what they desire.
|Cistern at Theangela, east of Halikarnassos. Beatiful pillars with drafted corners!|