The stones are dripping with seaweed, marvellous and green between sand and silt, where the water has been. Clambering down these rocks I wonder where their stories began. Like all the other stories floating around us and within us. From wolf to hound. From ancestors whose language I cannot speak, even though it sounds familiar.
through the open window
a seagull’s song
© Xenia Tran
Below is a video by Julie Fowlis and friends, performing the Gaelic folk song Bothan Airigh am Braigh Raithneach:
We wish you all a very happy Monday and a wonderful new week,
with love from Eivor, Pearl and Xenia xxx
Photographs by Xenia Tran, edited in lr.
Camera: Panasonic Lumix FZ200, Settings: f/2.8 – 1/320 s – ISO 160, f/4 – 1/640 s – ISO 100 and f/2.8 – 1/1600 s – ISO 100.
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A newer version of this poem features in Between Heather and Grass. If you haven’t read the book yet, feel free to take a peek inside: