The absence of loss.

If you've read this blog on and off over the last year or so you'll perhaps recall my partner's brush with death. If you've not, I've written about it here, and......

Fashion. Victim..

The way stuff pops up in Twitter often surprises me. This morning it knocked me for six. Two tweets, two images, related. But miles and miles apart. In so many ways. First I saw this (posted by......

Living with a tiger.

Living with a tiger © John MacPherson "Oh Donnie, Donnie, please.....please....straighten yourself up, please!  ......

The Loss of The Westhaven.

Trawling off Mull. Garvellachs and Scarba behind © John MacPherson   I wrote this in......

Experience.

I saw experience yesterday. It was eloquent, supportive, directive, but overwhelmingly caring. I was visiting my mum, who has dementia and is looked after in a residential care home in the Scottish Highlands. A close relative......

Time & Tide.

I walked along the beach, it was the 7th December. Cold. Sleet showers stung my face. I saw a branch, cast ashore on the tide. It was shapely and elegant, and rocking to and......

Into the shadowlands….

Mesa Arch sunrise © John MacPherson   This is the (long) story of the day Germany 'invaded'......

Dark and familiar.

I took a trip over to the west of Scotland to see family this week. With some time to spare I thought I'd revisit a place I'd not been for a few years -......

An eye in the north.

Scotland is going to be in the news a lot in the next few weeks. I've already posted some historic images, most taken about 35 years ago (link). So I though it......

Lone Star State (of mind).

The Lone Star state © John MacPherson Many of you who read my (long) piece......

The story of a house.

I lobbed another bag of clothes onto the fire. They joined the cushions, pillows, and a mattress that were already being consumed, prompting a sheet of flame to flare gloriously, sparks sailing high above......

Shadowdance.

This is the last post on ‘landscape’ and ‘meaning’ for a bit, too much of a good thing and all that. I wrote this last year, and this is possibly an opportune moment to post......

The heart of the land.

I read a post this week (3rd Jan) by Tolu Ogunlesi: 'Oxfam's Book of Lamentations' in which the author makes some observations on, and critical comments about, Oxfam's latest fundraising campaign advert which concentrates......

Heartland.

I was very moved by the work of William Gedney as explored by Roger May recently on his blog Walk Your Camera. Roger's comments and personal insight, and Gedney's lyrically beautiful work,......

Burning books.

When I was little my dad had a boat. He had saved and saved for years to buy it. It was wooden, just a dinghy, but a lovely freedomcraft with which we crossed the......

#FF Funky Friday.

This song was only the second ever released on Sugar Hill Records...and the first female group rap record. The first was the epic Rapper's Delight by the Sugarhill Gang. Meet Gwendolyn Chisolm (aka 'Blondie' -......

The art of the boatman.

  Did Jackson Pollock like boats? He was born a long way from the sea, in Wyoming. But if......

They smell like wet dogs..

    In a Scottish supermarket on a wintery day......... "They smell like wet dogs, they do" said......

Pilgrimage.

I enjoy the chance encounters with people that sometimes occur. I met these three ladies......

The gift of a story.

Recently in my post The Decisive Moment I considered that moment when you make a decision to stay, or go from a situation, and what might result from your choice. And if you've read......