Haar 

I love this photo of Ailsa Craig – it is called “haar” and was taken by Brian Johnston. The effect is so calm, so tranquil. Just looking at it makes me relax.

Only those who have lived on the East Coast of Scotland really appreciate haar. How it rolls in from the sea, turning a warm sunny day cold and colourless in an instant. 

Although this photo is anything but colourless – maybe it’s the lighter touch of West Coast haar and sunshine 😄

  

“Beyond the fog lies clarity” (Anon)

Resurrection

Beautiful picture, looking towards Arran from West Kilbride, by Peter Watkins (from Ardrossan & Saltcoats Herald on Facebook).

 

See the land, her Easter keeping, 

   Rises as her Maker rose; 

 Seeds so long in darkness sleeping 

   Burst at last from winter snows. 

 Earth with heaven above rejoices; 

   Fields and garlands hail the spring; 

 Shaughs and woodlands ring with voices 

   While the wild birds build and sing. 

 

Charles Kingsley.    


Saturday

Today’s photo is the sea wall in Saltcoats, by Dylan Walker. 
I wanted a still bleak Image for the day between cross and resurrection.
  
“As happens sometimes, a moment settled and hovered and remained for much more than a moment. And sound stopped and movement stopped for much, much more than a moment.”

Of Mice and Men  (John Steinbeck)

the road less traveled…

Great picture and sentiments from  One Fit Widow on Facebook – an amazing woman who was widowed at a young age and now helps other people get their lives back on track after bereavement. Her main approach is helping people through activity and fitness, and she has much to say from her own experience of loss that others in similar situations will find helpful :

  


TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could.
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall  be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I –
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Robert Frost (The Road Not Taken)

Finding the heart of the matter…

Was catching up with some blogs I follow, and this image by Dave Perry caught my eye  (from Visual Theology). He has posted some images under a series title of “Seeing the Unseen” – the kind of  things we might miss when we spend our days rushing around with our eyes on focussed on the screens of our smartphones!

Here Dave sees “a heart …revealed by the pattern of peeling paint on the side of a prefabricated building used as an outdoor store. The shape is unmistakeable and the moment of recognition truly delightful”.