An evening walk – on my way home I listen to the wanderer within. Wise and ancient voice, known, yet unknown, always calling me beyond myself; I’m awakened to my sense of pilgrimage, yet also to my roots and belonging. Between these two I live and dance.
DonMy name is Don Scrooby and I live in The United Kingdom. I feel that more than anything else, nature, and the objective things around us, convey a speech and a message we always need to listen to and follow. This kind of listening is life-giving and there is a certain form spirituality about it. In this blog, through the the photographic image and accompanying words, I’ve tried to share this experience as simply as I can. There is an underlying beauty in nature we all need to see and experience, especially in this day and age as we struggle to save our planet. Most of my shots are taken with a Fujifilm XT100 camera and my Iphone. I’m no professional Photographer, but I do enjoy outdoor walks with my simple gear trying to capture what I see and experience.
Standing alone on Bluebell hill, I watched the clouds go by, their shadows like smudges of ink gliding across the countryside. A thought came to mind – do these shadows at some mysterious level leave behind their tracks in the landscape, or do they simply, without a trace, dissolve with their twin in the sky?
This morning’s walk: The soft morning sunlight has this unassuming power to gladden the heart of things and to call them forth into the confidence of a new day. It’s not a glaring light shaking us into forceful wakefulness, but a gentle one, introducing and revealing the day with poise and with grace.
The still and mirror-like surface of the lake was suddenly broken by the rising of a large fish, its fins dripping droplets of orange in the light of the setting sun. A sublime moment of disclosure, an epiphany, then disappearing beneath its watery world as quickly as it arrived. I was reminded of the many thoughts, ideas and risings that have broken the surfaces of my life, and my responses […]
“The man who sees both sides of a question is a man who sees nothing at all.” So says, Oscar Wilde. Not sure I agree. The person who sees both sides is precisely the person who sees. But if it simply means seeing both sides with nothing flowing from it, then the person does see nothing at all. The ability to see both sides of an issue needs to inform […]
Football fans singingwarlike, slightly off keythroaty guttural soundConcentrating more on the manliness of voicethan the melody itself. I love football and I’m always amused by the singing of the fans, especially now by the undergoing change as more and more women assert themselves in the support and playing of the game.
To live deliberately is a good thing. Goal-setting and to-do lists etc., certainly get things done. But to be overly deliberate in our living is limiting. It becomes exhausting. Everything has to be gruellingly willed into existence, and the inevitable price we pay is a form of tunnel vision and a loss in natural spontaneity and creativity.
Last night I was watching the firework displays in the different cities around the world and couldn’t help but think of those resolutions we’re so prone to make at this time. I have to confess, that for me, they’re a bit like fireworks – brief and beautiful illuminations, then, gone as quickly as they appeared. I don’t make them anymore. Call me cynical, but that’s just the way I feel […]