A road, rugged mountains, some heather and serene light; Scotland - recipe for a masterpiece.
(The eastern end of Glencoe)
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…
“othernotebooksareavailable” has got me thinking about nationality and identity, echoing a chat I had with “tinkdink” this week. It’s true, nationality, the place you identify with is so much more than simply the place you were born. Any nation is also much more than iconic images (even this beautiful one of the gorse framed foreground with Eilean Donan Castle) - both are a state of mind. As I said to “tindink” I feel Scottish but I am also a citizen of myself.”
~ adialogue
“It isn’t important where you come from, what matters is where we are going together as a nation.”
“Mr Ahmad was born in India, he had no Scottish ancestors. Yet he was 100% Scottish. David Cameron has Scottish ancestry, but he’s not Scottish at all. Scottishness is a state of mind. “
~othernotebooksareavailable
(For those that have gotten this far and are feeling cheated, not remotely interested in nationality or identity, how about this: Eilean Donan Castle is the most photographed castle in the world. It is the clan seat of the MacRaes, their motto being ‘Fortitude’. This is taken on the road to the isles, need I tell you, just a stones throw, with a supernaturally long arm, from the Isle of Skye. The plants you see in the foreground are thistle, bracken (fern) and gorse. Gorse grows wild, loves the wet hilly ground and smells like coconut.)
