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#landscape

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Mouse

It's like the tree limbs and the clouds are chatting in sign language. This is the one I should have posted the other day. I was running across the park because I wanted to frame those trees against those clouds and the clouds were moving fast and the trees were far away.

Two pine trees in early morning light set against a background of gorgeous warm puffy clouds.
#trees#clouds#photography
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El Perro Negro

Bad weather up high today so we went exploring instead and just 20 mins drive from home, we found this amazing valley. A "Shangri-La" sort of place ... peaceful, quiet and colorful. Never been here before nor knew of it's existence.

The day didn't quite turn out as planned but that's the detail for a later post. And, I guess that's the whole point of exploring?

A peaceful river scene in Spain. Lots of greenery with a small river winding its way around the valley bottom. To the right are a group of hikers passing through the undergrowth
A peaceful riverside scene with the river heading off into the distance. The banks are full of green trees and shrubs. The light illuminates the river
#Hiking#Walking#Mountains
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Assoc for Scottish Literature

mar a rachadh sinn, clann na dùthcha,
mach as a bhaile-mhór, air feasgar àrd
samhraidh…

—Aonghas MacNeacail, “feasgar samhraidh (do Dhaibhidh A. MacDhòmhnaill)”
published in THE HUNTERIAN POEMS, ed. Alan Riach (Freight, 2015)

A poem for #WorldArtDay

David Abercrombie Donaldson, “Landscape outside Glasgow”, c. 1955

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feasgar samhraidh (do Dhaibhidh A. MacDhòmhnaill) Aonghas MacNeacail mar a rachadh sinn, clann na dùthcha, mach as a bhaile-mhór, air feasgar àrd samhraidh, gus am b’urrainn dhuinn anail ghlan a tharrainn, eadar nan coca, agus cuimhne ghiùlain leinn air liuthad eallach a chuir lùb anns an druim òg anns an t-sealladh seo, agus an t-soillse mar sgàilean sioda thar na h-àrainn, tha blas na gréine drùdhadh do smuaintean air na làithean ud, a’ deoghail nan cràdh as an sgeul, gun ri fhaicinn ach buaidh fhàis agus buain, seach an t-seann chairt na h-adagan, ’n an sreathan bàna, direach, próiseil, agus deiseil (theireadh cuid) airson ruighle gun ghluasad, ri fonn fann (is dòcha) na h-oiteig thlàth, air an ùrlar fada gorm – ann am fasgadh nan craobh, na taibhsean nach fhaicear, làn-shona, nan còsan fhéin *** (English translation makes the alt text too long – it is attached below the description of the painting)
Landscape outside Glasgow David Abercrombie Donaldson (1916–1996) The Hunterian, University of Glasgow Oil on canvas, c. 1955 An impressionistic painting of a summer landscape in lowland Scotland, under a blue sky. A two-wheeled flat trailer, painted in faded blue paint, sits in the foreground, parked next to an assemblage of agricultural scrap. Beyond, green fields roll away past dark green trees to a hilly horizon. Between the trailer and the trees are to pale gold haystacks. *** summer evening (for David A. Donaldson) Aonghas MacNeacail the way we’d go, children of the land, out of the city, on a high summer’s evening, so that we could draw clean breath, there between the haycocks, where we carried so many memories of hay bundles bending our young backs in this scene, where light spreads like a silken veil across the terrain, a taste of sun permeates your thoughts about those days, drawing all pains out of the story, nothing seen but the sway of growth and gather, and that old cart the stooks, in their pale rows, are straight, proud, and ready (so some say) for a reel without motion, to a faint tune (perhaps) from benign breezes, on the long green floor – in the shelter of trees, those ghosts remain unseen, utterly content, in their own stalls
#Scottish#literature#Gaelic
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