This sensation reminded me of an English Literature lecture about the feeling one gets when confronted with the beauty and the terrifying in nature – I believe it was described at the sublime.Įdmund Burke identified the sublime as the experience of the infinite, which is terrifying and thrilling because it threatens to overpower the perceived importance of human enterprise in the universe. And even though I view it with that sense of fear, I can see the draw because it is overwhelmingly stunning. There are parts of Lawers that are so incredibly steep and its a wonder that so many people climb it. One in particular, Ben Lawers, looks to me like its twisting away from the other. The mountains seem to have gathered more snow overnight and looked particularly dramatic. Once we moved away from the river and into the field, the dogs relaxed a bit and I was able to settle comfortably into my surroundings. Here’s one of them in a little sandy cove. So they remained safely on lead while I took lovely photographs. My dogs love the water, but they also love chasing the ducks, and there are an abundance of ducks on the river at the moment. Me and my two chocolate Labradors walked along the river bank, the river was flowing so slowly that the opposite bank was reflected clearly on its surface, apart from the odd random ripple and patches of grey ice around the bank that is. Today the temperature has remained below zero, the lowest being -4°, but the sky was the deepest blue I’ve seen in a while, and with only a slither of cloud on the horizon. Imagine you are viewing that moment in a puddle, what does it look like? Really delve into the details, what colours do you see, what shapes? Is there multiple faces in your puddle or just your own? How does the person you are now feel about the reflection? How does the person you where then feel about what was happening at the time? Can you compare and contrast your emotions? Has the shape of the puddle changed over time? If you could drop a pebble into your puddle and distort it or even change the reflection, what would you want it changed to? Or would you freeze it that way forever? Write a small memoir/true life story where water plays a significant part. I know now that my little world will become greener, the garden will come to life, walks will be slower and days longer.īut returning to the now and to the reflections I spoke of earlier, I would like to leave you with a prompt. I like to acknowledge that I am experiencing the cusp of change – in other words spring, and then let that feeling of newness wash over me. Recognising this moment is an important tradition for me. I was mid walk with Helen and the dogs and I just stopped, closed my eyes, and soaked it up. It’s like the water is capturing just a fragment of the world and holding it still.ĭespite all of the flooding though, today was the first time this year that the warmth from the sun touched my skin. With an abundance of water though, comes an abundance of reflections, and I love a reflection. From the park the farmers field looks like loch Tay and the ducks have reallocated there for the day. The rivers are roaring and, with the constant rain fall in the last week, the river banks have burst. The snow has melted from the mountains leaving only patches of white in the deepest crevices.
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