Time For Time
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!
“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
Barcelona
A domani
Skye
Fada, cian Fada – Far, Far Distant
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,
Dun
All left alone.
© Katie Johnston
binds us subtly to what is near
‘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
20.06.1931
