A journey through the seasons with two adopted whippets, a poet and a camera
The stories, poems and photographs on this blog are the original creative work of Xenia Tran. Inspired by life in the Scottish Highlands and in awe of nature she gives voice to the wisdom of her two adopted whippets Eivor and Pearl.
If you are new to the Puente form you can see an earlier example with a brief explanation in last week’s post Presence, featuring Frank Bruce’s epitaph.
Those of you who have been following the blog for many years may recognise the Frank Bruce Sculpture Trail from our earlier post Evanescent.
Frank Bruce (1931 – 2009) was dyslexic, left school at the age of thirteen and later became a self-taught artist. He insisted that his art should always be available to everybody free of charge and that his sculptures should be allowed to decay and return to nature.
Wishing you all a happy Monday and peaceful start to the week,
with love from Eivor, Pearl and Xenia xxx
Photographs by Xenia Tran, edited in lr.
Settings: f/4 – 1/1000 s – ISO 560, f/4.5 – 1/1250 s – ISO 450 and f/4 – 1/1250 s – ISO 500.
Our Hoopa has been filling our home with music during lockdown and today he received his baglama saz, all the way from Istanbul. There is lots to sniff and discover.
The saz is played in many countries and the tradition is thousands of years old. It made its way from Persia via Azerbaijan, Anatolia, Istanbul, Bulgaria, Albania, Bosnia and Berlin to the rest of Europe and across the Atlantic and is played in the rest of Asia too.
People play the saz to accompany poems, songs and stories that are handed down from generation to generation. Ali Ulutaş, a musician, says the saz is a door of secrets. When people play it, listen to it, they get to know the essence within themselves and from that place, they can understand the other.
southern wind warm notes and harmonies fill the room
We are so grateful to hike in the National Park and breathe the mountain air. The higher ground is covered in snow, adding to the freshness. Ground-nesting birds rest on cushions of grass and moss, beneath the heather. We stick to the trails and pace ourselves.
Further ahead, young trees and seedlings are slowly re-greening the hills. For the first time since we moved here, neighbouring land managers and conservation groups are working together to create one seamless, natural landscape. A landscape for the wildlife, and for the people who live and walk here too.