A shot I took several years ago on Sanday Island, Orkney ; a village left to ruin, part of the story of depopulation of the island. In the larger scheme of the island's history it barely registers, a small moment of habitation and abandonment but it's a powerful place nonetheless. The sense of desolatation is palpable. The houses still (largely) stand despite the inhositable climate. There is a sense of community in those tight little boxes, of living cheek by jowl.
It's such a grey day, I did what I usually do on days like this and searched through the back catalogue for photos that cheer me up. I had forgotten this one, I may even have posted it or a similar one before but hell - this is one of my favourites so I'm posting it.
I've been doing Nanowrimo which is great fun but tends to use up all the time and energy I can spare from work. Also have some poetry coming out this month in an journal and busy editing the PPP first anthology - we hope to have it out just before yule which is ambitious!!
Ah well, time was meant to be squandered and no nicer way to do so than looking through photos...
And we've definitely crossed into winter. The same trees I was photographing only a few days ago has lost all its leaves now; it's dark when I get up and dark when I leave work. But on the plus side, I'm 40 tomorrow and we're having a party :) :) Light a bonfire against the darkening year, or in my case "years" :)
As I approach forty....
This photograph was taken among good friends, in a remote place (Sanday. Orkney) and reminds me of good times and friendship, my spiritual beliefs, magic, wonder, fun and laughter.
The candlelight and medieval food, lovingly created by a good friend, represents my love of history and joy in the past.
Still trying to keep the winter at bay by revisiting some summer days :) But It's nearly Samhain, the year is turning and although Autumn is beautiful I can;t help but feel a little cheated because Summer was really a non event. Heigh Ho, have to embrace the cold now - and the fact that a week from Saturday I'll be 40 years of age!
I was thinking of doing a series of posts on things that remind me of being young...or that represent turning 40...if I come up with anything I'll post it.
I opened the front door and instead of a rosy Autumnal dawn it was freezing cold, wet and windy; I literally wanted to turn tail and hide under the covers. I feel grey. And cold.
