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Scotsman, European, Humanist, synaesthete. Retired from Education but not from learning. Walker and culture lover. Co-own and help run a guesthouse on the Isle of Skye, Scotland. Many enthusiasms including the fox-red Labrador called Brodie. I post my own photographs of the places I happen to be and also about art (I include word pictures in my posts and in the ALT text - read both please)
Scotsman, European, Humanist, synaesthete. Retired from Education but not from learning. Walker and culture lover. Co-own and help run a guesthouse on the Isle of Skye, Scotland. Many enthusiasms including the fox-red Labrador called Brodie. I post my own photographs of the places I happen to be and also about art (I include word pictures in my posts and in the ALT text - read both please)
Scotsman, European, Humanist, synaesthete. Retired from Education but not from learning. Walker and culture lover. Co-own and help run a guesthouse on the Isle of Skye, Scotland. Many enthusiasms including the fox-red Labrador called Brodie. I post my own photographs of the places I happen to be and also about art (I include word pictures in my posts and in the ALT text - read both please)
Stormy weather? Well not in actual fact as it was sunny a few moments later. The speed with which the clouds shift and the sun breaks though is alarming. I took this from the passenger seat of the car.
“Gray skies are just clouds passing over.”
Duke Ellington
Scotsman, European, Humanist, synaesthete. Retired from Education but not from learning. Walker and culture lover. Co-own and help run a guesthouse on the Isle of Skye, Scotland. Many enthusiasms including the fox-red Labrador called Brodie. I post my own photographs of the places I happen to be and also about art (I include word pictures in my posts and in the ALT text - read both please)
Scotsman, European, Humanist, synaesthete. Retired from Education but not from learning. Walker and culture lover. Co-own and help run a guesthouse on the Isle of Skye, Scotland. Many enthusiasms including the fox-red Labrador called Brodie. I post my own photographs of the places I happen to be and also about art (I include word pictures in my posts and in the ALT text - read both please)
This is my 1,000th post. I joined in 2022 after I moved to the Isle of Skye. Since then I have enjoyed the contact with so many of you. You are, without exception, a very interesting group of people. You are spread across the world and your interests, enthusiasms and views are wide and varied. However not so varied as to include any negativity, hatred or bigotry. I am always uplifted by your posts. Thank you all. You bring joy.
Scotsman, European, Humanist, synaesthete. Retired from Education but not from learning. Walker and culture lover. Co-own and help run a guesthouse on the Isle of Skye, Scotland. Many enthusiasms including the fox-red Labrador called Brodie. I post my own photographs of the places I happen to be and also about art (I include word pictures in my posts and in the ALT text - read both please)
Scotsman, European, Humanist, synaesthete. Retired from Education but not from learning. Walker and culture lover. Co-own and help run a guesthouse on the Isle of Skye, Scotland. Many enthusiasms including the fox-red Labrador called Brodie. I post my own photographs of the places I happen to be and also about art (I include word pictures in my posts and in the ALT text - read both please)
@joaquim_satolep@bolha.us Wow! Thank you.
Scotsman, European, Humanist, synaesthete. Retired from Education but not from learning. Walker and culture lover. Co-own and help run a guesthouse on the Isle of Skye, Scotland. Many enthusiasms including the fox-red Labrador called Brodie. I post my own photographs of the places I happen to be and also about art (I include word pictures in my posts and in the ALT text - read both please)
Scotsman, European, Humanist, synaesthete. Retired from Education but not from learning. Walker and culture lover. Co-own and help run a guesthouse on the Isle of Skye, Scotland. Many enthusiasms including the fox-red Labrador called Brodie. I post my own photographs of the places I happen to be and also about art (I include word pictures in my posts and in the ALT text - read both please)
@joaquim_satolep@bolha.us Uma floresta impressionante. Fica em Portugal?
Scotsman, European, Humanist, synaesthete. Retired from Education but not from learning. Walker and culture lover. Co-own and help run a guesthouse on the Isle of Skye, Scotland. Many enthusiasms including the fox-red Labrador called Brodie. I post my own photographs of the places I happen to be and also about art (I include word pictures in my posts and in the ALT text - read both please)
Scotsman, European, Humanist, synaesthete. Retired from Education but not from learning. Walker and culture lover. Co-own and help run a guesthouse on the Isle of Skye, Scotland. Many enthusiasms including the fox-red Labrador called Brodie. I post my own photographs of the places I happen to be and also about art (I include word pictures in my posts and in the ALT text - read both please)
“In fact, the trees are murmuring under your feet,
a buried empathy; you tread it.
High over your head,
the canopy sieves light; a conversation
you lip-read. The forest
keeps different time;
slow hours as long as your life,
so you feel human.
So you feel more human; persuaded what you are
by wordless breath of wood, reason in resin….”
From FOREST by Carol Ann Duffy.
Scotsman, European, Humanist, synaesthete. Retired from Education but not from learning. Walker and culture lover. Co-own and help run a guesthouse on the Isle of Skye, Scotland. Many enthusiasms including the fox-red Labrador called Brodie. I post my own photographs of the places I happen to be and also about art (I include word pictures in my posts and in the ALT text - read both please)
Scotsman, European, Humanist, synaesthete. Retired from Education but not from learning. Walker and culture lover. Co-own and help run a guesthouse on the Isle of Skye, Scotland. Many enthusiasms including the fox-red Labrador called Brodie. I post my own photographs of the places I happen to be and also about art (I include word pictures in my posts and in the ALT text - read both please)
“Who possesses this landscape? —
The man who bought it or
I who am possessed by it?
~
Who owns this landscape?
Has owning anything to do with love?
At least I know who possesses this landscape —
the man who loves it.”
Two short extracts from Norman MacCaig's
‘A Man In Assynt’.
Norman MacCaig (1910-1996) was born in Edinburgh and was educated at the Royal High School, and the University of Edinburgh. He is one of Scotland’s best 20th Century poets.
Scotsman, European, Humanist, synaesthete. Retired from Education but not from learning. Walker and culture lover. Co-own and help run a guesthouse on the Isle of Skye, Scotland. Many enthusiasms including the fox-red Labrador called Brodie. I post my own photographs of the places I happen to be and also about art (I include word pictures in my posts and in the ALT text - read both please)
Scotsman, European, Humanist, synaesthete. Retired from Education but not from learning. Walker and culture lover. Co-own and help run a guesthouse on the Isle of Skye, Scotland. Many enthusiasms including the fox-red Labrador called Brodie. I post my own photographs of the places I happen to be and also about art (I include word pictures in my posts and in the ALT text - read both please)
When I volunteered as a Gallery/Exhibition Assistant at GalleryMK in Milton Keynes I used to have whole rooms to myself on some quiet days. I have spent a lot of time looking at this life size painting.
Whistlejacket was a chestnut thoroughbred stallion with a flaxen mane and tail.
It was on loan at the time. He usually lives in the National Gallery in Trafalgar Square, London. I often pop in just to say ‘hello’. He’s an old friend.
Scotsman, European, Humanist, synaesthete. Retired from Education but not from learning. Walker and culture lover. Co-own and help run a guesthouse on the Isle of Skye, Scotland. Many enthusiasms including the fox-red Labrador called Brodie. I post my own photographs of the places I happen to be and also about art (I include word pictures in my posts and in the ALT text - read both please)
Scotsman, European, Humanist, synaesthete. Retired from Education but not from learning. Walker and culture lover. Co-own and help run a guesthouse on the Isle of Skye, Scotland. Many enthusiasms including the fox-red Labrador called Brodie. I post my own photographs of the places I happen to be and also about art (I include word pictures in my posts and in the ALT text - read both please)
We got married yesterday. Humanist weddings are legally binding in Scotland, Northern Ireland, Jersey, and Guernsey, but not in England or Wales. You can get married anywhere here. We chose this place where the combination of big sky, water, Scots pine trees and green grass made for an idyllic setting.
So just us, our celebrant, two witnesses and a photographer. Much love in the air! We laughed and cried and it couldn’t have been a better day!
Scotsman, European, Humanist, synaesthete. Retired from Education but not from learning. Walker and culture lover. Co-own and help run a guesthouse on the Isle of Skye, Scotland. Many enthusiasms including the fox-red Labrador called Brodie. I post my own photographs of the places I happen to be and also about art (I include word pictures in my posts and in the ALT text - read both please)
Scotsman, European, Humanist, synaesthete. Retired from Education but not from learning. Walker and culture lover. Co-own and help run a guesthouse on the Isle of Skye, Scotland. Many enthusiasms including the fox-red Labrador called Brodie. I post my own photographs of the places I happen to be and also about art (I include word pictures in my posts and in the ALT text - read both please)
This is from ‘Tam O’ Shanter’ by Robert Burns. I love the images contained and the last line which plunges you into the rest of the story…
“But pleasures are like poppies spread,
You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed;
Or like the snow falls in the river,
A moment white—then melts forever;
Or like the borealis race,
That flit ere you can point their place;
Or like the rainbow's lovely form
Evanishing amid the storm.
Nae man can tether time or tide….”
Scotsman, European, Humanist, synaesthete. Retired from Education but not from learning. Walker and culture lover. Co-own and help run a guesthouse on the Isle of Skye, Scotland. Many enthusiasms including the fox-red Labrador called Brodie. I post my own photographs of the places I happen to be and also about art (I include word pictures in my posts and in the ALT text - read both please)
Scotsman, European, Humanist, synaesthete. Retired from Education but not from learning. Walker and culture lover. Co-own and help run a guesthouse on the Isle of Skye, Scotland. Many enthusiasms including the fox-red Labrador called Brodie. I post my own photographs of the places I happen to be and also about art (I include word pictures in my posts and in the ALT text - read both please)
Here lies our land: every airt
Beneath swift clouds, glad glints of sun,
Belonging to none but itself.
We are mere transients, who sing
Its westlin’ winds and fernie braes,
Northern lights and siller tides,
Small folk playing our part.
‘Come all ye’, the country says,
You win me, who take me most to heart.
Kathleen Jamie
This is the poem chosen by a panel of judges, and by popular vote, to be inscribed on the rotunda on the site of the Battle of Bannockburn.
Scotsman, European, Humanist, synaesthete. Retired from Education but not from learning. Walker and culture lover. Co-own and help run a guesthouse on the Isle of Skye, Scotland. Many enthusiasms including the fox-red Labrador called Brodie. I post my own photographs of the places I happen to be and also about art (I include word pictures in my posts and in the ALT text - read both please)
Scotsman, European, Humanist, synaesthete. Retired from Education but not from learning. Walker and culture lover. Co-own and help run a guesthouse on the Isle of Skye, Scotland. Many enthusiasms including the fox-red Labrador called Brodie. I post my own photographs of the places I happen to be and also about art (I include word pictures in my posts and in the ALT text - read both please)
This is quote is from ‘As You Like It’ by William Shakespeare. It celebrates the tranquility of living in a beautiful place away from the bustle and rush of crowds. It suggests that a secluded life in nature allows us to find wisdom and beauty everywhere:
“And this our life, exempt from public haunt,
Finds tongues in trees,
Books in the running brooks,
Sermons in stones,
And good in everything.
I would not change it."
Scotsman, European, Humanist, synaesthete. Retired from Education but not from learning. Walker and culture lover. Co-own and help run a guesthouse on the Isle of Skye, Scotland. Many enthusiasms including the fox-red Labrador called Brodie. I post my own photographs of the places I happen to be and also about art (I include word pictures in my posts and in the ALT text - read both please)
Scotsman, European, Humanist, synaesthete. Retired from Education but not from learning. Walker and culture lover. Co-own and help run a guesthouse on the Isle of Skye, Scotland. Many enthusiasms including the fox-red Labrador called Brodie. I post my own photographs of the places I happen to be and also about art (I include word pictures in my posts and in the ALT text - read both please)
This is from a journey taken across the Country from the Isle of Skye to Aberdeen. The roads were clear. It’s the county of my birth. I visit rarely. I live on the Island now.
“If once you have slept on an island
You’ll never be quite the same;
You may look as you looked the day before
And go by the same old name…
Oh, you won’t know why, and you can’t say how
Such change upon you came,
But – once you have slept on an island
You’ll never be quite the same!”
Scotsman, European, Humanist, synaesthete. Retired from Education but not from learning. Walker and culture lover. Co-own and help run a guesthouse on the Isle of Skye, Scotland. Many enthusiasms including the fox-red Labrador called Brodie. I post my own photographs of the places I happen to be and also about art (I include word pictures in my posts and in the ALT text - read both please)
Scotsman, European, Humanist, synaesthete. Retired from Education but not from learning. Walker and culture lover. Co-own and help run a guesthouse on the Isle of Skye, Scotland. Many enthusiasms including the fox-red Labrador called Brodie. I post my own photographs of the places I happen to be and also about art (I include word pictures in my posts and in the ALT text - read both please)
This is ‘West Highland Landscape’ by Barbara Rae.
Rae is a Scot known for abstract, vivid landscapes. This particular example has the shadow of a figure in the foreground. This very often happens to me in photographs when I have the sun to my back and the light projects my shape onto the landscape. It puts me in the place…
‘I cast the shadow.
This moment is mine alone.
Not in possession
nor in power
but in opportunity
for in this minuscule moment
is my eternity.’
Scotsman, European, Humanist, synaesthete. Retired from Education but not from learning. Walker and culture lover. Co-own and help run a guesthouse on the Isle of Skye, Scotland. Many enthusiasms including the fox-red Labrador called Brodie. I post my own photographs of the places I happen to be and also about art (I include word pictures in my posts and in the ALT text - read both please)
Scotsman, European, Humanist, synaesthete. Retired from Education but not from learning. Walker and culture lover. Co-own and help run a guesthouse on the Isle of Skye, Scotland. Many enthusiasms including the fox-red Labrador called Brodie. I post my own photographs of the places I happen to be and also about art (I include word pictures in my posts and in the ALT text - read both please)
“Choose sturdy, warm walking shoes or boots with thick socks, along with insulated walking gloves and a warm hat”
Also take a dog and a poem
Promise
By Jackie Kay
Remember, the time of year
when the future appears
like a blank sheet of paper
.
A clean calendar, a new chance.
On thick white snow
You vow fresh footprints
then watch them go
with the wind’s hearty gust.
Fill your glass
Here’s tae us.
Promises
made to be broken,
made to last.
Scotsman, European, Humanist, synaesthete. Retired from Education but not from learning. Walker and culture lover. Co-own and help run a guesthouse on the Isle of Skye, Scotland. Many enthusiasms including the fox-red Labrador called Brodie. I post my own photographs of the places I happen to be and also about art (I include word pictures in my posts and in the ALT text - read both please)
Scotsman, European, Humanist, synaesthete. Retired from Education but not from learning. Walker and culture lover. Co-own and help run a guesthouse on the Isle of Skye, Scotland. Many enthusiasms including the fox-red Labrador called Brodie. I post my own photographs of the places I happen to be and also about art (I include word pictures in my posts and in the ALT text - read both please)
I have nothing to say about this other than to describe it. It’s the view from the road on the way down to the beach near here. The sun wasn’t setting. It was only about 13:30hrs. However the sun is very low in the sky at this time of year. The clouds are coloured by the pale sun and the sea shimmers with the reflection of it. In the foreground is a grassy slope that goes down to the gate which we use to access the seashore. In the far distance is the Island of Rum.