I’m never long away from this island, today was no different.  I cannot get over how beautiful this is, a great photo but all the more so knowing it’s an ordinary beautiful day on the Isle of Skye.  The boat you are looking at is the Misty Isle, boat trips for those who want to explore, departing from Elgol, desination - Loch Coruisk.  If you want to see how old this earth really is, take a trip to Loch Coruisk - despite the many people that come to admire and photograph it every year, it feels untouched by time and ancient, which it is.  

An invitation:  For all of you who read my frequent Skye posts, where is your special place, what makes it so for you and why?  Tell me about it and I’ll look for a stunning photo to go with any place you name and post your response.  

This is what I would like summer to be; sand between my toes, collecting shells and making collages or wind chimes out of them.  The reality is a little different.  The only sand I’ve seen is the bag my husband left outside, material from one of his building projects.  As for shells, I took one away from one of the dogs who was chewing it last night, a pistachio shell.  No surf and blue blue water, just the blue screen of the computer background, keys clickity clacking and my words.  Thanks to those tumblrers that have stuck around this summer, occasionally reading a post or two.  I offer you these shells and hope you’re managing to get some sand between your toes.  

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When ‘tinkdink’ posted this the other day, I made a mental note to go back when I had more time and claim it for a re blog.  What is it I find so compelling about this photo?  I don’t know if the photographer has done some photoshop hocus pocus but nevertheless, the colours are gorgeous.  I love the waves, the different strength and froth of them as they near the shore.  I long for that aqua turquoise stretch a little further out, just feel I could happily float on that for a while.  The contrast of all these watery colours and the indigo and azure of the horizon, the white of the clouds is so lovely.  The sea is fascinating, a world we have yet to fully understand, constantly renewing itself and teeming with life.  In dreams, as in all water dreams, it represents our emotions - turbulent or calm, whether we’re floating or floundering; all our psyche’s language to ourselves revealing our emotional state.  Just now, it looks like bliss to me, mesmerising and soothing at the same time.  

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Sand, under a 250x microscope

 Wow.

One of my favourite things to do as a child was to pick up a handful of sand, get really close and stare at it.  Unfortunately I didn’t possess sight that would maginify it 250 times, but still, it looked like a miracle to me.  All those beautiful little fragments of shells and stone and inevitably glass, battered and smoothed, having traveled many miles to reach shore. A long journey to end up under my feet and in my hand to delight and fascinate one young girl.