The path winds its way between sedge grass, the first blooms of heather. A scent of all things new that Summer brings, fills the air. We pause by a few lines borrowed from a famous poem by Norman MacCaig, engraved in granite. The large question mark enables us to ask his questions once more. Who owns this landscape? Who owns our beautiful planet? In our view too, it can only be master-less. For the short time that we’re here, we immerse ourselves in its beauty. We do our best to care for what we find, leaving nothing but our footprints, and our gratitude behind.
the words of our ancestors
still feel true
© Xenia Tran
The segment engraved in the stone is taken from A Man in Assynt, a long poem Norman MacCaig (1910-1996) wrote in 1967 to accompany a BBC documentary.
Wishing 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.
Settings: f/2.8 – 1/500 s – ISO 100, f/4 – 1/640 s – ISO 100 and f/4 – 1/1000 s – ISO 200.
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