july-19 | #longphilipburn #corbielynn #philiphaugh #selkirk #fairypool
mid-summer, mid-afternoon, continuing to play with a wide aperture and a fast shutter speed
“The clear water was at our knees, then at our thighs. How clear it was only this walking into it could reveal. To look through it was to discover its own properties. What we saw under the water had a sharper clarity than what we saw through air. We waded on into the brightness, and the width of the water increased, as it always does when one is on or in it, so that the loch no longer seemed narrow, but the far side was a long way off. Then I looked down; and at my feet there opened a gulf of brightness so profound that the mind stopped. We were standing on the edge of a shelf that ran some yards into the loch before plunging down to the pit that is the true bottom. And through that inordinate clearness we saw to the depth of the pit. So limpid was it that every stone was clear.
“I motioned to my companion, who was a step behind, and she came, and glanced as I had down the submerged precipice. Then we looked into each other’s eyes, and again into the pit. There was nothing that seemed worth saying. My spirit was as naked as my body. It was one of the most defenceless moments of my life.”
The Living Mountain | Nan Shepherd