A combination of torrents of water streaming off the hills and the severe gales blowing upstream, magnified by a high noonday tide and almost full moon created some fascinating waves and mini-bores on this average English river.
This week’s contribution to Narami’s Tuesdays of
Texture ( de monte y mar).
The (not so) mere word, ‘uncertainty’, can instantly create a conditioned reaction of a knot in my stomach.
The greater part of me watches with light amusement at my physical reaction to my mind’s instant conclusion, that it’s not a good thing.
Why must it be a bad thing?
Isn’t every moment of every day full of uncertainty?
There are only 2 things I can think of that are a certainty – birth and death.
I cannot see anything in between.
Without uncertainty the world would be so boring. No surprises. No anticipation. No joy.
So if I know that, I mean really know that, then why do I still experience the knee jerk knot in the stomach?
Habit! That’s what it is. Pure and simple conditioned habit. Despite all the self development work I have lived over the past few decades I can still, sometimes, have an old programmed reaction.
But I am changing consciously. I cannot not change. So I may as well accept it and allow change to happen.
I can embrace uncertainty with a different perspective. See it as a source for wonder. Wondering just what may appear in my life next. Wonder what the next adventure may be.
The knot in my stomach is there still but my experience of it has changed.
Now it is one of anticipated excitement. A journey into the unknown. Endless possibility.
I know that if I refrain from labelling it, it is
certain to remain a limitless experience.
Cloudburst over the Minch, Isle of Skye
It always feels like an amazing triumph when having been in the right place at the right time for an amazing shot, when I get back to the computer to check the image, it’s a good one. Hallelujah!
As for contrast, I simply love weather like this which just oozes contrast. So much like life itself.
All the rules went out of the window with this shot.
It was a slam the brakes on, pull off the road, find the camera.
Find the camera!
Click! Click! Click! Cli ……..
Pray that I captured it and it is as awesome as I experienced it.
Sunset Over the Rooftops
I can think of many things that conjure up the feeling of bliss and it has taken me ages to plough through them!
But one stands out slightly more above the rest. Sunsets, and especially by the sea.
No matter where I am, when the sun begins to set I will do my best to stop what I am doing and indulge in the moment.
This whole bleak hillside on the west coast of Scotland is adorned with swathes of grass ripples.
Flattened by the intensity of the winter gales, they are so dehydrated by the harsh weather conditions that when the sun appears they absorb so much light they become illuminated with a rich golden colour.
And … they just beg to be touched.
I have a passion for wild weather and especially spectacular cloud formations.
On a warm sunny day we were happily wandering along a deserted shore, well, apart from a few rogue sheep chomping on seaweed.
Then I noticed that the wind had begun to have a slight chill and the brightness was beginning to fade.
When I looked up from my obsessional pebble hunting, I noticed this beautifully spectacular weather front heading right for us.
So I got out my camera … then headed for the car pretty darned sharpish.