Looking across Lochan na h-Achlaise on Rannoch Moor at dawn in summer. Rising sun and mist in an ancient, remote and primeval setting, Argyll, near Glencoe, Scotland.
Poem.
A myriad of lochans and pools
interspersed with drumlins, roche moutonée, erratic boulders,
islets and peaty bog.
This vast, wet, boggy expanse indicates cataclysmic change.
Not by humans.
Not by animals.
Not even by glaciers.
(though several will have merged here, many times).
No, it was by that thing that we are conditioned to think
started in the 19th. century and still exists today…..
Climate change.
A very wet period drowned the native Scots Pine and this steaming bog is all that remains of a once vast forest.
Here at sunrise, the mist rises, as the sun’s rays catch the peaks.
A mystical, ancient, primeval, ethereal feeling catches one’s imagination.
Rannoch Moor rarely fails to amaze and entrance!
Looking across Lochan na h-Achlaise on Rannoch Moor at dawn in summer. Rising sun and mist in an ancient, remote and primeval setting, Argyll, near Glencoe, Scotland.
Poem.
A myriad of lochans and pools
interspersed with drumlins, roche moutonée, erratic boulders,
islets and peaty bog.
This vast, wet, boggy expanse indicates cataclysmic change.
Not by humans.
Not by animals.
Not even by glaciers.
(though several will have merged here, many times).
No, it was by that thing that we are conditioned to think
started in the 19th. century and still exists today…..
Climate change.
A very wet period drowned the native Scots Pine and this steaming bog is all that remains of a once vast forest.
Here at sunrise, the mist rises, as the sun’s rays catch the peaks.
A mystical, ancient, primeval, ethereal feeling catches one’s imagination.
Rannoch Moor rarely fails to amaze and entrance!