A road, rugged mountains, some heather and serene light; Scotland - recipe for a masterpiece.
(The eastern end of Glencoe)
Grandeur and its expressions - one faded, past its former glory and allowing only a glimpse of the elegance and wealth that lived within these crumbling walls, the other made grand by its noble surroundings, ancient and steeped in history. I know where I’d rather dwell…
(Derelict house, Lancashire, lochside dwelling, Loch Achtriochtan, Glencoe. Click here for source.)
Buchaille Etive Mor by Annette Dahl on Flickr.
Glencoe: The ‘vale of weeping’ - I could weep for such colours.
Today I’m feeling under the weather. After doing the rounds of the family, it’s now my turn to be ill. Even my curry prescription could not keep this one away. I hope none of you have succumbed to the lurgy. Normal service will resume tomorrow, hopefully. In the meantime, if you have any cold remedies you think are good, tell me about them. I’m having a movie/book day - reading Lisa See’s, “Dreams of Joy.” I’d love to hear your movie suggestions too.
(Photo credit to Kenny Barker on flickr - Glencoe, Scotland)
I love light; light streaming in the windows, a home with lots of natural light and the first thing I do every morning is fling open my curtains. This gorgeous photo is a perfect example of the beauty of obscured light, diffuse in places, creating darkness and shadows. What a lovely contrast, one of the yin and yang things I adore about the Scottish Highlands. This one was taken in Glencoe, on the first day north heading for the Isle of Skye. I don’t think the weather up there is too brilliant just now but it’s not deterring one photographer from taking exceptional photos. Light and shadow - a perfect combination.
(All credit for photos to Frank Heumann, click on link to see more.)
Frank Heumann is on his way to Skye. The road north, ahhh…that phrase gets me every time. I want to be happy for him; he takes fabulous photos (he took this one of Buchaille, just coming into Glencoe) and I enjoy them, they make many people happy…. It’s not quite working though because I just want to be there, not to look at photos, beautiful and worthy of admiration but to see, smell, touch everything until my eyes grow full, my heart even fuller and I am replete. Can you take it “Mings” or has it tipped you over the edge? ”Kymali,” not so long for you now…
CARAVAN PEOPLE KEEP THEIR MEANS OF ESCAPE JUST BEHIND THEM:
“Part 3 & 4 have kept me hooked, I look forward to the updates when I come into work each week! A little love story to take me away for just a few moments… ”
— 7thstreetcaravans (Reference to the serialised story, search “adialogue” titled, “People Tend To Run When Chased.”)
This is one addiction I will have to encourage. For some hair of the dog, I’m publishing a piece tomorrow on the subject of truth or fiction. Thank you my friend at 7thstreetcaravans, escape with impunity!
I thought you would like this caravan, a supplement to your latest colourful caravan post - this one in my favourite colour, a beautiful shade of grape. ~adialogue
“On the return journey north, we took our time. Jake loved mountains and suggested a stop at Glencoe, to take the ski lift to the top. On the way up I was completely mute, stunned into silence. Glencoe is beautiful, ancient and awesome on a grand scale. What rendered me speechless though was Jake with, ‘We’ll have to get married. I don’t want to lose you…”
© S. Marian, Feb. 6, 2012
