The Mountain Greening

All Things Linked Of all the magics I have witnessed, the time of the mountain greening is perhaps that which quickens my heart the most. The bursting of spring is deliciously fresh, the bee drone of the long hot summer…
All Things Linked Of all the magics I have witnessed, the time of the mountain greening is perhaps that which quickens my heart the most. The bursting of spring is deliciously fresh, the bee drone of the long hot summer…
As the sun warms, the water flows. Everywhere on the mountainside, the sound of running streams, whether tumbling and brim-full of snowmelt, or thin rivulets, snaking to join their companions. Rhythm, rhyme, melody and music. Other than this, the sounds…
There are some mornings when the world is suddenly sharper, the senses heightened and all clear in the mind, every leaf sharply focussed, every scent evocative. I find these perfect days often correspond to the weather; when an autumn morning…
I have shared this photo of ridgelines in Highland Perthshire before, in my essay “Trees, A Brief Personal History.” It is a favourite of mine, illustrating how Scottish weather, so oft-derided, can actually increase the beauty of a photograph. Being…
Last week I posted a very short ghost story, rather than the longer blog I had intended to share. All that piece needed was some final editing, some smoothing and perhaps a spot of gentle carving, but that was it.…
Here is a photo. I have no time for much more, but hey! it’s a nice photo.