Wilderness
Wilderness
Originally uploaded by Nick Heyward
Every pine tree. Every creature. Every brook. Everywhere I look filling my mind, body and spirit with energy. It’s a melody of lifeforce. Like the horse and foal that took a stroll across the pathway towards the sea. They are free and so am I. High above the town where the Red Kites circle around.
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Beautiful words – I imagine the photo will be equally so..
I can see the photo down the bottom of the page and can then go through to flicker but it’s still not showing up on this post. It’s being obstinate, I suppose. It probably thinks “I’m the wilderness, I’m wild, I’m free, I’ll show up when I feel like it.”
Yeah, that’s the wilderness for you. Like a chord of a song that appears to play along. That chord may not appear until later on in the album. It may not appear again. It may get plucked just once, or pop up all over the place.
I’ve noticed that there are lots of bees around the forest hilltop I’m visiting. The hill is buzzing with their presence at present. And when the snows arrive a few seasons away it’ll be a different song all together. Yes, to be more with nature. More naturally arranged and reliable as a returning bird. But if the choice is to stay all year round, then those snows be best viewed from a window seat and a well stocked woodburner!
…with a plentiful supply of soup. And maybe thermal undies..
I read the words window seat and think of my old piano teacher, who was obsessed with Lady Diana and cats and pumpkin scones. She wore her grey hair up in a bun and her name was Esme.
Mel – I might need to buy some of those, based on what you said in message earlier
The point is that Esme had a window seat. I envy people who have window seats, attics or an upstairs. Not that Esme had the latter two.
oh yes, or a lovely layer of winceyette….
I have a window. And a seat… Not quite the same though is it? :/
You have a window? All I’ve got are 4 plastic straws, sticky-taped together and covered in clingwrap. And a seat as well? I have a…. ummmm…. a milk crate with a teatowel over the top for padding. Mel, we don’t have winceyette here – is it similiar to flannelette? Or maybe the same thing under by another name. The thought of flannelette drawers is so funny. Thanks for the laugh. Do you have an upstairs?
Flannelette is a bit rough isn’t it? Winceyette is lovingly smooth and velvetty.
I have an upstairs yes. But no stairs… could make some with those straws of yours perhaps..
So how do you get upstairs without stairs? Is this a trick? Do you have steps, a glass elevator, a sturdy trellis to climb? A DVD of Upstairs, Downstairs?
I take back any pleasant thing I said about stairs. After staying in someone’s house for a few days and dealing with going up and down stairs here, I can safely say that I am now cured of any romantic fascination with stairs. Carting luggage up and down these here a couple of times already has done the trick well and truly. It is free exercise, however.
hah! Free exercise!! I forget that stairs are a novelty in Oz Tlh… I’d like a house with a firemans pole…
Those in more built up towny/city areas (or in great big homes with an upstairs) may not find them a novelty, but where I live (country area) the houses are on fairly big blocks so no need to go UP in order not to take up the land. The place I’m visiting in at present, lovely as it is, if spread out (instead of up) would take up the entire land it’s on. My sister is hoping they will be able to buy a place a little bit out of town with a bit of space around it. The upside for me of this place would be not having so much grass to take care of. I have a job to keep up with my grass at home, depending on the time of year. I guess there are benefits either way. You have me thinking about Bridget Jones, Mel!
wow!! powerful stuff nick, i have managed to talk to les he said he talk to you by phone the other day, hope your having a sunshiney day sought of thing!! all the best. tim burt
Ii don’t know why I am fascinated with this verse. Its so pretty and creates a beautiful picture in my head. Thank you.