Take My Breath Away

Hello again, this must be a record, I don’t remember posting so frequently since 2012, or so. What has encouraged me to work so hard, are the wonderful photos that my old friend Chris is sharing. Also, Amanda and myself have taken full advantage of our photogenic location during this most welcome Indian Summer.

From Castlerigg Stone Circle, in the Lake District, to Snowdonia in Wales, Chris, and his sturdy son, Joe, roughed it out in a windy tent, to bring us these photos. My favourite is the rainbow. A couple of hours ago, I was sitting in the warm part of my garden, contemplating the creation of this post, when something prompted me to look straight up into the zenith. Hanging there was an upside-down rainbow, which was waiting, it seemed, to simply take my breath away. It deserves to be shared, so I took the photo at the foot of this page with my iPhone. I hope you find these signs of the times as wonderful as I do.

“For the sake of sanity, remember:

‘The map is not the territory,

the word is not the thing it describes.

‘ Wherever the map is confused with the

territory, a ‘semantic disturbance’ is set up in the organism.

The disturbance continues until the limitation is recognised.”

A.E.van Vogt.

Photography©Chris Hammond.

©Francis Moloney.

 

 

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At The Limit

Greetings, I start by  apologising for the poor quality of these pics. They were taken at the limit of the digital zoom that I was using, through a window. The reason I am sharing though, is to celebrate the signs of the times; and an ‘Indian Summer’ that is just coming to its end.

Recently, I tweeted ‘There was never a September so lovely, as has just passed. And now, one full week into October, I can still see butterflies at my window!’

For myself, I am very grateful for the unexpected state of meteorological clemency, which since August, we Brits have enjoyed. (We must have done something good!)

So, please enjoy the pics for what they are, a celebration of something good.

Why I feel so strongly about butterflies, is because I remember the decades when they were a rare sight in our lands. During my youth this saddened me. In the early ’70s, I counted up to none for a couple of years running. Their numbers though, have been recovering for decades. I have, however, never counted as many of these bright, elusive creatures as have been flitting happily around us here since August.

Can anyone remember that fantastic Dutch crop circle* from 2009? Kudos to the folk who constructed that one, it was very clever, (I suspect a zeitgeist is involved with the making of these things.)

With that, I bid you peace, and the blessing of an informed and rational optimism. Namaste from **Amras Arcamenel.

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We can easily forgive a child for being afraid of the dark; the real tragedy of life is when men are afraid of the light. ~ Plato

 

*http://www.colinandrews.net/2009-ButterflyMan-Netherlands.html

**Amras being the name of an elf, and Arcamenel, meaning ‘Pray to Heaven’. from Tolkien’s Quenya, an elvish language.