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As the Light Streams In

Sunday morning.  There are daffodils in the window, and the heat of the day has brought them into bloom.  Perfect colour, framed in a window of light.  Behind them, bare branches of the trees, dark greyish brown, against the backdrop of a cool grey sky.  Silver light of the sun illuminating my window.

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August 28, 2009   No Comments

Torrylinn Cairn: Looking for Yellow

The settlement at Lagg is a little faded in the winter light. No visitors at the Inn, only a couple of large dogs parading outside. The post office is closed down. Although there are primroses in the window, a sign on the lampost says the post box has moved down the road. A small boat lies upturned in a yard beside the river.

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August 28, 2009   No Comments

Up Close and Grateful

It’s a beautiful day, as I knew it would be, and my spirit soars when I set off early with a picnic in my bag. No trouble, ever, to get up early at the weekend and drive west: to get through Glasgow and know you’re at the start of the real world.

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August 28, 2009   No Comments

Looking for Blue

As I walk, I shift to looking for blue. It helps me pay attention to the walk, wake up my senses for my writing, and generates some good photos too. Blue is a bit of a challenge in a woodland walk but as I emerge through the glen and out onto the Esplanade at Dunoon it’s all I can do not to laugh.

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August 28, 2009   No Comments