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The book I illustrated last year was launched up in Orkney recently, and my copy arrived whilst I was away. I wasn’t expecting it to be as beautiful as it is, in hardback, and full of the collected writings of George Marwick, finally, just over a century after his death. I’m really proud to have been a part of this important project.
Dew was on the spider web in Portree Harbor at sunrise the other morning. An hour later the fog had rolled in. Shot on assignment on the Scotland Photo Adventure with National Geographic Expeditions. @JimRichardsonNG @NatGeoTravel @NatGeo @natgeocreative #scotland #iphonephoto
It is strange how autumn surprises you every year, even though it is as predictable as a birthday. You are conscious of summer stretching itself so thin that it is transparent, hardly any substance to it at all and yet enough colour in the garden, enough fragile heat in the sun to cling to. And then you turn away for a moment and it’s gone, autumn in its place, lumpen, damp and chill. Overnight you can hardly recall what summer was like. Yet something positive – if rather intangible – takes its place. It is the scent of apples and leaves, the amazing sight of cobwebs suddenly strung from branch to branch like a string of delicate seaside illuminations, and a mouthful of tastes that have lain dormant or inappropriate for two long seasons.
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Yes, I’m still alive and well on the first module of my MSc in Sustainability and Adaptation in the built environment at CAT in deepest Wales. Everyone seems to be overflowing with drive and enthusiasm, and although I’m struggling to stay awake through these days - crammed, intense and immersive, I’m really enjoying it very much. It’s still scary, but less so than before, and I’m a bit jealous of the Professional Diploma part 2 architecture students who are getting to sketch for most of tomorrow!
Swhirlpool on Flickr.
This is a Scottish whirlpool, caused by the tides between the isles of Jura and Scarba off the coast of Argyll.
According to BrushstrokesAndShutterClicks, Corryvreckan is based on the Gaelic Coire Bhreacain, meaning “cauldron of the speckled seas” or “cauldron of the plaid”.
Lyrics by Ride, from “Dreams Burn Down” which is the kind of mood I’ve been in recently.
:-) isn’t it lovely when this happens. I love it.
Tonight I am feeling rather nervous, as I am about to embark on my MSc studies in Sustainability and Adaptation in the Built Environment at the Centre for Alternative Technology in Wales. Tomorrow I am driving to Machynlleth in Wales for a week’s residential module.
I haven’t packed.
I had to buy pyjamas today because I’ll be sharing a room, and I haven’t shared a room like that in a long while.
It’s the first time I’ll have been away like this, with a view to a career, since I left teaching and I’m anxious about meeting people and making new friends, as I’m only used to this in an informal way. . . ….. gahh.
But then I remember my therapist Louise and imagine she’s sat on my shoulder repeating the phrases that have become mantras. I remind myself that I applied for, and won a scholarship for this course, and that I’m up to it academically, and willing to learn with enthusiasm.
In short, I’m feeling worried, stomach-knotted and a bit excited too. And grateful, to my partner Matt, who never fails to see potential in who I am and what I do.
Photo: Edwin Smith
I have a book of Edwin Smith’s work, but this one I haven’t seen before.