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We recently travelled to the Isle of Skye and the Western Highlands of Scotland. October in Scotland is glorious and the weather was good – not too overcast, not too sunny – so that we were able to see the land in many of its moods and atmospheres. I have selected a few images around the subject of water. I hope you enjoy the visual essay.

Taken from a cafe window in Portree, Skye, early morning looking east.

 

Fron Ord, Sleat, Isle of Skye, looking across Loch Eishort towards the Black Cuillins.

 

Clouds reflecting in the still waters of a loch an near Kilt Rock, Trotternish, Skye.

 

 

Looking across the sea to Harris from Duntulm, Trotternish, Skye.

 

 

Ripples on Loch Bay, Waternish, Skye.

 

 

Dawn sky over Kyleakin, Skye. The view from our bedroom window.

 

 

Sunrise over Kyleakin, Skye. Waves of light.

 

 

Early morning mists lift into the sky over Glen Garry.

 

Mists, shadows, trees, Glen Garry.

 

 

Still waters, slow moving mists. Loch Lochy.

 

Sunlight enters the woods. Mist rises from the waters. Loch Lochy.

 

 

Water-worn pools, Falls of Killin.

 

 

Waterside willows, Loch Venachar.

 

 

The sky below. Loch Venachar.

 

 

The Waters of the World. Loch Venachar.

——

This world

is the Otherworld:

Silver and gold

in turns.

The road flies

to the horizons

where our eyes linger,

longing

for something

right

in front

of

us.

 

———

 

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Eight Haiku for a Year of Days, another posey of haiku for the changing year, now that autumn skies and golden light begin to soften the edges of summer….

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The dew departed;
But under the willow,
And in the lark’s voice….

*

Cattle grazing
On the sky.
Early morning lake.

*

Watching them swing
This way then that –
Small boats
On the breath of the tide.

*

Hot dust
Between my toes.
The empty fields.

*

Amongst the stubble
Drunken daddy-long-legs.
The silent sky.

*

Come in, come in,
Leaves of autumn,
The wind is cold!

*

Four day’s frost
Crunching underfoot.
Chattering jackdaws.

*

Stubble field.
One withered apple
On the old tree.

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