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Time For Time

October 31, 2015

As we tread the weary path of men we shall never know.





Katie Johnston

Buachaille Etive Mor is situated at the head of Glen Etive, easily accessible from the A82 which makes it a popular destination for both walkers and climbers a like.

What a Ride!

June 7, 2015
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“Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming “Wow! What a Ride!”

Hunter S. Thompson


August 4, 2014



A domani

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June 17, 2013

Fada, cian Fada – Far, Far Distant

May 7, 2013


Silence never silent

Waters never still

Birdmen scale mountains

Gannet speaks in ecoed shrill


Tides continue turning

Songs sung in silent drill

A life not yet forgotten

Absence on the hill.


The cleitean dark and empty

Propellers sunken still

The gun rusting over

The silence of the hill


The mail boat drift hath ended

Stac Biorrach route untold

Soay, Hirta, Boreray,


All left alone.



©   Katie Johnston



binds us subtly to what is near

January 13, 2013


‘Everything that surrounds us becomes part of us, it seeps into us with every experience of the flesh and of life and, like the web of the great spider, binds us subtly to what is near, ensnares us in a fragile cradle of slow death, where we lie rocking in the wind. Everything is us and we are everything, but what if everything is nothing? A ray of sun, a cloud whose own sudden shadow warns of it’s coming, a breeze getting up, the silence that follows when it drops, certain faces, some voices, the easy smiles as they talk, and then the night into which emerge, meaningless, the broken hieroglyphs of stars.’

– Fernando pessoa