findhorn – Whippet Wisdom – a Highland Journey

Wordless Wednesday: Scents of Winter

two whippets in winter jackets bending down to sniff the ground between bent grass

two whippets in winter jackets walking towards the beach across shingle between bent grass

With love from Eivor, Pearl and Xenia xxx

Photographs by Xenia Tran, edited in lr.

Camera: Panasonic Lumix FZ200, Settings: f/2.8, 1/1000 s, ISO 100 and f/3.5, 1/2000 s, ISO 100.

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Haibun: A Voice from the Unseen

Findhorn Bay at low tide with canoes and rowing boats resting on shingle

This place speaks of other times, a voice from the unseen. Long before fishermen’s cottages turned into holiday homes. It is still the same river that flows to sea past scattered stones, the sound of shingle. The people change, the houses change. The bay sleeps where it always has, between sheets of silt and honey-coloured grass.

ancient chant
an oystercatcher piping
above the waves

black whippet in black harness smiling and looking over his right shoulder among golden bent grass

two whippets walking through golden bent grass towards the shingle

With love from Eivor, Pearl and Xenia xxx

Photographs by Xenia Tran, edited in lr.

Settings: f/4.5, 1/1000 s, ISO 100, f/3.5, 1/1250 s, ISO 100 and f/3.5, 1/2000 s, ISO 100.

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Haibun: A Sense of Peace

a wooden marker covered in seaweed and swallowed by tidal sands

What began as a guiding light for sailors is swallowed by shifting sands. The river readjusts her flow into the sea, the sailors readjust their navigations. Seaweed covers the remaining frame in vivid green around the barnacles, accepting all that changes.

resting stones
glistening in the sun
a sense of peace

two whippets walking across tidal pools with seaweed-covered stones