Gathering The sea is just out there, neither calm nor angry. It is taking its time, making up its mind, sensing the mood of wind and moon. There is a tide though, beneath the surface, waiting for the moment, and, when all is gathered, the sea, as always, will make its move.
Breaking The wonder is the way that water breaks the world, how the sky is shattered and clouds cannot hold.
The tree line falls apart our colours decompose, boundaries are broken, and frailties, exposed.
Then, as ripples flatten and calm returns again, water, once more becomes, a mirror, with no end.
the river chases
It’s’ own echo
of rushing water
after the storm
the oldest trees
touch the river
small waves shatter
the tree line
The sun is falling behind cloud and horizon, dragging the day down to the sea. Light is fading over wave and island, embers flicker, the sky burns away. Down on the water line, tides, as always, come and go, come and go.
Situated at Kettleholm near Lockerbie; these are the ruins of a two and three story mansion built in the 1890’s in the Scots Baronial style. It was abandoned circa 1960.