Every day should contain a pleasure as simple as walking on the machair or singing to the seals.
The ripples on the beach and the veins in the rocks on the mountain show the same signature.
When we climb high enough we can find patches of snow untouched by the sun, parts of the spirit still intact.
The grand landscapes impress us with their weight and scale but it is the anonymous places, a hidden glen or a stretch of water without a name, that steal the heart.
Excerpt from Riasg Buidhe - A visit to the island of Colonsay, Inner Hebrides, April 1987 by Thomas A. Clark from Tormentil and Bleached Bones (Edinburgh: Polygon,1993).
Painting : Echoes of grey, Isle of Mull, Scotland
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