aug-19 | #onmywalk #erochty #perthshire
early-autumn, late-afternoon, visiting the extraordinarily evocative and atmospheric #donaldsdam in a hidden corner of the #highlands
“When I cross again the bridge that is really the steers’ fence, the wind has thinned to the delicate air of twilight; it crumples the water’s skin. I watch the running sheets of light raised on the creek’s surface. The sight has the appeal of the purely passive, like the racing of light under clouds on a field, the beautiful dream at the moment of being dreamed. The breeze is the merest puff, but you yourself sail headlong and breathless under the gale force of the spirit.“
Pilgrim at Tinker Creek | Annie Dillard
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So beautiful, Sue… Tinker At Pilgrim’s Creek is one of my favourite books of all time. Thank you for sharing all of this precious poetry…