(Him, I meant. Clearly I am.)
(Him, I meant. Clearly I am.)
I took a photographic trip to the old Castle Lachlan today to take some images for use in their publicity materials. It was a fairly decent day for photos, could although I made the rookie error of only taking one camera battery, which ran out. I will have to go back, which is no hardship.
Here are a few of the pics;
Written from word-sketches done during a recent poetry workshop I led out at Castle Lachlan.
September, Castle Lachlan
The surface of the water holds a muted print
Inked by all these early autumn colours
Leached from trees, from sky
Until a fish leaps
Rips a dripping hole in this perfect picture
Then plops back on a belly laugh
Something buzzes by
Lacquered like a Chinese cabinet
The air still warm enough for the burn of tiny insect engine
Converting speed to sound in this
The last gasp of a summer almost
Meanwhile in the ragged edge of the old wood
Small things claw and clatter by
Moving in sudden squirts to trick the hungry eye
Clinging leaves filter and flick at the low sunlight
They have not quite
The ragged old castle leans on its ivy Zimmer
Watching it all go by through watered eyes
Wondering where it all went
Leaking dark memories through those broken curtain walls
The canons roars
Autumn is close. You can feel it in the evening as the cold tickles the hairs in your nose. Or perhaps it is the wood smoke. The fact of sunny days just makes the end of the summer that much more poignant.
Something is coming to an end. But it was glorious.
Nothing lives for ever but perhaps every change of season leaves behind a record of its passing, left like a tree ring on our souls; a record of our living- some good years, others lean and hard.
Life is beautiful both in the coming in, and the going out…
I finished my contract working in Inverness, and am back home catching up on all sorts of jobs. I have just been reviewed some photos I took up there. I went out to Chanonry point to sneek a peek at the dolphins that the Scottish Tourist Board pay to entertain tourists…
Of course, I was NOT a tourist. I stood back from the mob, aloof, alone and superior. Or at least that is how I like to see it. A dog was laughing at me though which was rather unsettling.
The performing dolphins did not disappoint. Shrieks of excitement in twenty different accents competed with the sound of the sea and the cry of seagulls.
I suspect one of them was mine.
We are just back from a trip out to the MacCormaig Islands with a group of friends along with their kids. The idea for the trip arose from discussions about taking young people out to experience wild places, away from electricity, screens, amenities.
The island we chose was one that offered some protection from the elements (and as it happens, the midges) as it had a well maintained bothy. It is also a little less wild than some- having generally less severe terrain. It is not without interest though- having an ancient chapel, a hermits cave and a beautiful cove ideal for swimming. We were accompanied by a pair of otters, seals and countless sea birds.
It worked. All out kids, ranging in age from 6 to 14 seemed captivated by the place, despite the challenges of weather, wet boots and of course the midges.
I will reflect on this some more in the future, but for now, here are some photos;