Spilling Light

I wasn’t sure I would find snowdrops on the island, a place with so few trees, but here they were, tucked away amongst the muddy paths of the castle grounds, waiting to have their picture taken. ~~~ Every year, in the third week of February, there is a day, or more usually a run of […]

Water and Sky

Monday morning, snowlight. Starlings on the wire. ~~~ I’m not the only one to be astonished by the mimicry of starlings. “Chris Watson the sound recordist captures the sounds of starlings on the Island of Coll. The birds seem to emulate the sound of a two-stroke engine memorised by previous generations and passed down through […]

Being Here

The first weeks of the first year of being here are all mixed up with snow and ice, with dislocation and fear of falling, with car warning lights and a broken spring all limiting my travelling, the paths that I might follow. Still, I let the camera pull me outside and on a winter’s morning […]

Unsayable

Things are not nearly so comprehensible and sayable as we are generally made to believe. Most experiences are unsayable; they come to fullness in a realm that words do not inhabit. ~ Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet A Year With Rilke, February 6th

For Our Senses to Grow Sharper

Photography practice in my lunch-break by the harbour. Colour, pattern, light. My fingers trembling in the cold north wind. ~~~ Tuesday evening and already I am office-weary, paper tired, screen glazed over. ‘I’m not going to practice today,’ I say to myself. ‘You don’t have to wonder all the time. Everyday doesn’t mean every day […]

Watching the Light

Sunrise today: 8.38am. Sunset today: 4.39pm. 8 hours of sunlight. 1 hour and 35 minutes longer than the shortest day. ~~~ Driving home at twenty past five and for the first time the sky is still light. There’s no daylight left but it’s not yet dark and the sky is twilight blue the whole way […]

Whatever We Do

Whatever we do, we should never think it is irrelevant; whatever we do, we should not conclude it is so important either. Between those two poles find your balance; between those two regions your talents will bloom. ~ Hafiz, January 23 in ‘A Year with Hafiz’

Behind the Glass

I have been in the house all week. The combination of a dislocated shoulder and days of snow and ice have kept me on the inside, looking out, behind the glass. For once I am not missing it, the outside. The fear of falling has made me glad to be indoors, and I have plenty […]