Basking in the sun

Prepare to get sleepy. Today was glorious. Another day of exploration in Shetland. It is a good thing I prefer lounging in the heather. Because all the rock ledges were already taken. This place makes my heart sing.

Sea and sky

Sea and sky are a canvas for the ever-changing light.

Beach impressions

A series of mild storms have brought ashore new treasures. Shells. Massive amounts of kelp. Altered beach structure. And our footprint. It is a bit sad what washes up on shore. Most manmade items I merely want to dispose of again. Some I find oddly artistic, yet so devastating for the environment. Between weathers over the last week, I walked the beaches nearby. Here are some recent impressions made on the beach between weather....

Am I a nomad?

Not a nomad. To be a nomad, I would be part of a community that moves about the land. What about a leaf blowing across the land trying to reach the point where the wind can no longer displace it? Maybe. Although I have made conscious decisions with each move. I like to think it is following my instincts. Those that still keep handwritten address books learned long ago to use pencil for me. I can only imagine that the paper is getting worn out or that they have abandoned hope of keeping my current mailing address.

Looking at the ground

As gorgeous as the landscape and wildlife is that surrounds you in Shetland, I am just as happy to be absorbed with the ground under my feet.

A number

Age. The number of years since you were born. A measurement. I don't want to give it any other meaning or importance. Yet it is hard to resist using it as a benchmark, especially numbers divisible by ten. The thoughts just seem to creep in....by 30, I should be in a certain place in my life and achieved X, Y, and Z.

If you had asked the young me what I thought I would be like at my current age, I would have described someone looking much older than I do now, raising a family, owning a home. Not very accurate. But I didn't know what my current self knows now.