My take for this weeks photography challenge – living in the layers is inevitable when you’re in the Scottish Highlands. I am here alot at the moment, and see Rannoch Moor in all its epic glory in every weather imaginable.
And for your erudition I will give you a bonus read of one of my favourite poems by Stanley Kunitz. He died at 101 , and after reading his obituary in a newspaper , I wrote my own poem inspired by his poetry. You can read that too here. bit.ly/2jSxJid
The Layers
I have walked through many lives,
some of them my own,
and I am not who I was,
though some principle of being
abides, from which I struggle
not to stray.
When I look behind,
as I am compelled to look
before I can gather strength
to proceed on my journey,
I see the milestones dwindling
toward the horizon
and the slow fires trailing
from the abandoned camp-sites,
over which scavenger angels
wheel on heavy wings.
Oh, I have made myself a tribe
out of my true affections,
and my tribe is scattered!
How shall the heart be reconciled
to its feast of losses?
In a rising wind
the manic dust of my friends,
those who fell along the way,
bitterly stings my face.
Yet I turn, I turn,
exulting somewhat,
with my will intact to go
wherever I need to go,
and every stone on the road
precious to me.
In my darkest night,
when the moon was covered
and I roamed through wreckage,
a nimbus-clouded voice
directed me:
“Live in the layers,
not on the litter.”
Though I lack the art
to decipher it,
no doubt the next chapter
in my book of transformations
is already written.
I am not done with my changes.
moving in time 
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