It doesn’t get more serene than early morning by the Loch in Glen Affric, in the highlands of Scotland.
My response to the Daily Challenge prompt, but actually it was taken by my husband. But I was there!
Scottish Highlands
Layered in Rannoch Moor
photography, weekly wordpress challenge
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 