oct-20 | #inmygarden #selkirk #scottishborders #heuchera #earlyautumn
#artistswhowalk #artistswhowander #walkingartpractice #miksangphotography #contemplativephotography #mindfulnessphotography
“I often walk the gardens in the early morning, taking my tea or coffee with me … and always my camera. Often, I come across fungi and am reminded of the Otherworld, that which is all around, above and below, and indefinable. It has become commonplace now to enter a state of timelessness, as though becoming a part of Nature herself … betwixt and between … between worlds.”
Colette O’Neill | Walking Between Worlds
@Bealtaine Cottage Press
sep-20 | #onmyislandwalk #isleofskye #scottishhighlands
#artistswhowalk #artistswhowander #walkingartpractice #miksangphotography #contemplativephotography
“Owning up to being an animal, a creature of the earth. Tuning our animal senses to the sensible terrain: blending our skins with the rain-rippled surface of rivers, mingling our ears with the thunder and the thrumming of frogs, and our eyes with the molten sky, Feeling the polyrhythmic pulse of this place – this huge windswept body of water and stone. This vexed being in whose flesh we’re entangled.
“Becoming earth. Becoming animal. Becoming, in this manner, fully human.”
David Abram | Becoming Animal, An Earthly Cosmology
aug-20 | #inmygarden #kilncroft #selkirk
#latesummerstorm #gardenview #artistswhowalk #artistswhowander #walkingartpractice #miksangphotography #contemplativephotography
“One of my graduate students several years ago was part of the second wave of feminism inspired by Betty Friedan’s 1963 book, The Feminine Mystique. My student directly experienced the soul-destroying lifestyle of dutiful wife and mother of the 1950s and early 1960s. Turning her frustration into anger, and her anger into action, she battled with her husband to share in household tasks and childcare so she could have a professional career. She, and her her peers, struggled against a rigid patriarchy and the cultural standards of the day. In the end, her husband left her and she forged the life she wanted, but at a great cost.
“When I met her, she was pursuing a MFA in photography at the age of 70. Her graduate thesis was making portraits and doing interviews with her peers, who were mid-century women who had massively uprooted their home lives, took a firm stand against cultural norms, and courageously sought career opportunities to become contributing members of society. Their portraits depicted great bravery and strength along with a deep sense of resignation and grief over what they had to sacrifice.
“I found the photographs exceedingly strong, and she graduated with honours.”
David Ulrich | Zen Camera
aug-20 | #inmygarden #kilncroft #selkirk
#latesummer #lateevening #artistswhowalk #artistswhowander #walkingartpractice #miksangphotography #contemplativephotography
“I love Sunday mornings. I wake up early enough, but not too early. The first thing I notice is how quiet it is outside my windows. The endless stream of cars heading to their destinations has ceased. I realize that I do not have to put my daily regimen into gear. I can put in the clutch and coast for a while. I can move at my own pace, free of external influence, and let the day unwind in a natural rhythm. I feel a tremendous sense of relief, together with a basic sense of wellbeing and contentedness.
“Because I have noticed and appreciated the stillness of the Sunday morning, I can allow myself to open out into a world of possibility. There is room for me to take my time and examine my choices for what I do, and when I do it, and choose according to what I want. Instead of the usual relentless sense of trying to be somewhere and do something, I have room to breathe, to renew myself, and refresh my being. This sense of freedom is a wonderful feeling. On Sundays for me it arises out of the recognition and appreciation of stillness. When we slow down, unwind, and just be, we can have a quiet mind. There is all the room we need to relax and enjoy ourselves. In this space of openness, all things are possible.”
We can begin to truly see.
Julie DeBose | Effortless Beauty
jul-20 | #ettrick #philiphaugh #selkirk
#midsummer #earlymorning #artistswhowalk #artistswhowander #walkingasartisticpractice
“Spirit always stands still long enough for the photographer It has chosen.”
Minor White | 1908-1976
jul-20 | #ettrick #philiphaugh #selkirk #multipleexposure
#midsummer #lateevening #artistswhowalk #artistswhowander #walkingasartisticpractice
“The rhythm of walking generates a kind of rhythm of thinking, and the passage through a landscape echoes or stimulates the passage through a series of thoughts. This creates an odd consonance between internal and external passage, one that suggests that the mind is also a landscape of sorts and that walking is one way to traverse it. A new thought often seems like a feature of the landscape that was there all along, as though thinking were travelling rather than making.”
Wanderlust, A History of Walking | Rebecca Solnit
jun-20 | #alleanforest #strathtummel #perthshire
mid-summer, early-afternoon, solstice
Exploring the ruined ring fort that served as a homestead and lookout point for a family of Picts who lived here more than a thousand years ago, on the day before archeologists announce the discovery of a neolithic circle of deep shafts near Stonehenge. Constructed 4,500 years ago, they describe the find as a ‘masterpiece of engineering’ and that it provides evidence that these ancient peoples had ‘developed a way to count’.
Surely we are ready to rethink our assessment of how these incredible structures were actually built and of the people who created them? There is some hope in the words of Dr Richard Bates, St Andrew’s University who acknowledged: “Yet again, the use of a multidisciplinary effort with remote sensing and careful sampling is giving us an insight to the past that shows an even more complex society than we could ever imagine. Clearly sophisticated practices demonstrate that the people were so in tune with natural events to an extent that we can barely conceive in the modern world we live in today.”
When you stand within the structure created at Allean – which is situated on surely the most perfect plateau on the whole of Strathtummel – how could anyone think these people didn’t know exactly what they were doing when they chose to make their home here?
apr-20 | #corbielinn #philiphaugh #selkirk
mid-spring, early-morning, staying safe, remembering to breathe
On the day
when the weight deadens
on your shoulders
and you stumble,
may the clay dance to balance you.
And when your eyes
the grey window
and the ghost of loss
gets in to you,
may a flock of colours,
indigo, red, green
and azure blue
come to awaken in you
a meadow of delight.
When the canvas frays
in the curach of thought
and a stain of ocean
blackens beneath you,
may there come across the waters
a path of yellow moonlight
to bring you safely home.
May the nourishment of the earth be yours,
may the clarity of light be yours,
may the fluency of the ocean be yours,
may the protection of the ancestors be yours.
And so may a slow
wind work these words
of love around you,
an invisible cloak
to mind your life.
dec-19 | #corbenic #poetrypath #dunkeld #perthshire
mid-winter, late-afternoon, walking the path
“eventually all of us
down into ourselves
when the living and loving
we should take the journey
into the dark interior
down, down, down
past Aladdin’s cave
and the vivid stars
to find the core
the inner citadel
it is always there, in everyone
sep-19 | #longphilipburn #corbielynn #philiphaugh
mid-autumn, early-afternoon, first signs of seasonal change
“September has come, it is hers
Whose vitality leaps in the autumn,
Whose nature prefers
Trees without leaves and a fire in the fireplace.
So I give her this month and the next
Though the whole of my year should be hers who has rendered already
So many of its days intolerable or perplexed
But so many more so happy.
Who has left a scent on my life, and left my walls
Dancing over and over with her shadow
Whose hair is twined in all my waterfalls
And all of London littered with remembered kisses.”
sep-19 | #gretathunberg #climatestrike #fridaysforfuture
mid-autumn, early-afternoon #lochfreuchie #glenquaich #weneedtosavethis #now
“Please save your praise. We don’t want it. Don’t invite us here to just tell us how inspiring we are without actually doing anything about it because it doesn’t lead to anything.
“I have a dream that the people in power, as well as the media, start treating this crisis like the existential emergency it is. In fact I have many dreams. But this is the year 2019. This is not the time and place for dreams. This is the time to wake up. This is the moment in history when we need to be wide awake. And yes, we need dreams, we can not live without dreams. But there’s a time and place for everything. And dreams can not stand in the way of telling it like it is. And yet, wherever I go I seem to be surrounded by fairytales. Business leaders, elected officials all across the political spectrum spending their time making up and telling bedtime stories that soothe us, that make us go back to sleep. These are ‘feel-good’ stories about how we are going to fix everything. How wonderful everything is going to be when we have ‘solved’ everything. But the problem we are facing is not that we lack the ability to dream, or to imagine a better world. The problem now is that we need to wake up.”
US Congressional Hearing – Voices Leading the Next Generation on the Global Climate Crisis | Greta Thunberg
sep-19 | #inmygarden #foxfield #selkirk
early-autumn, early-evening, grown from seed, poppies in full flower
“Women have another option. They can aspire to be wise, not merely nice; to be competent, not merely helpful; to be strong, not merely graceful; to be ambitious for themselves, not merely for themselves in relation to men and children. They can let themselves age naturally and without embarrassment, actively protesting and disobeying the conventions that stem from this society’s double standard about aging. Instead of being girls, girls as long as possible, who then age humiliatingly into middle-aged women, they can become women much earlier – and remain active adults, enjoying the long, erotic career of which women are capable, far longer. Women should allow their faces to show the lives they have lived. Women should tell the truth.”
The Double Standard of Ageing | Susan Sontag