A bay in Plockton at a sunrise in early autumn-06:12, Wester Ross, Scotland.
Poem.
Sometimes, just sometimes, reality can exceed imagination.
Rarely, a moment is witnessed that requires a stern pinch, just to check that we are compos mentis.
Yes, and here……………. is such a moment.
So perfectly balanced is this scene, that maybe, it is all a dream.
That golden glow in the sky and the gently lapping bay
accompanied by the scream of scavenging gulls.
The stark, crisp, jet-black silhouettes of tree, yachts, cottages and stepped hills.
Even the seagulls on the shore are statuesque, as if mesmerised.
But no, this is Plockton at sunrise and we smile with admiration.
I would wager that there are few places in heaven or earth that exceed the perfection of this place.
Only a privileged few venture this far, but those that do……
…… don’t forget!!!
A bay in Plockton at a sunrise in early autumn-06:12, Wester Ross, Scotland.
Poem.
Sometimes, just sometimes, reality can exceed imagination.
Rarely, a moment is witnessed that requires a stern pinch, just to check that we are compos mentis.
Yes, and here……………. is such a moment.
So perfectly balanced is this scene, that maybe, it is all a dream.
That golden glow in the sky and the gently lapping bay
accompanied by the scream of scavenging gulls.
The stark, crisp, jet-black silhouettes of tree, yachts, cottages and stepped hills.
Even the seagulls on the shore are statuesque, as if mesmerised.
But no, this is Plockton at sunrise and we smile with admiration.
I would wager that there are few places in heaven or earth that exceed the perfection of this place.
Only a privileged few venture this far, but those that do……
…… don’t forget!!!