rock

Landscape holds dominion here;

rock and light; half-light,

cloud and shadow. Moving,

sweeping , ever-changing,

ever time-less.

I came here broken;

heart grieving life losses

(disconsolate, bereft).

Time locked down, moved on

Had gone elsewhere. Here

I was still; silenced, petrified.

Rock, stone, light became as

near to enchantment as life.

The breath of the wind, and

flight of the mist kissed me,

mired in sadness, mourning for

what is not; fantasies

of a mortal mind.

All that has gone before;

here, remains. In heart of stone,

in the spirit of trees; blazoned

over sides of mountains,

gushing and rushing in waterfalls

fierce as thunder.

I am rock, and stone; grass ,water,

sand and mist. Timeless, changed.

Here, and here, alone.

All creative endeavour here is by me, please do not copy or use it without prior consent. Of course I mean the photos and the poem, not the landscape itself which is its own creation and spectacularly amazing.

And if Dr Quack is reading the photo below is for you; it proves the existence of giant mallards before they were all petrified – literally. this one is just keeping its head above water.

The visibility was holding beautifully – this Island can be shrouded in mist for the whole of a weeks stay, but our luck was in. In March you’re never without a few layers to keep out the wind, which is uncompromising, but not to have had the waterproof trousers on is a real bonus. To know Skye is to fall in love with Skye, and like all good relationships , it just keeps on giving. On this day we saw a sea eagle in flight, a burnt out volcano and messed about in a little corner we had never yet seen which appeared to have been the burial grounds of giants. You will see what I mean from the photos. I was seeing giants everywhere, so what with faery pools yesterday and these petrified beings today, it’s no stretch to realise we are in the land of myth and magic.