My family and I recently scattered the ashes of my parents on the slopes of Blencathra in the Lake District. Under beautiful skies, it was a poignant, but not sad day, full of chat and reflections and simple happiness at just being there. As my brother and I stood in contemplation in the breeze, my sister-in-law was astonished to see two ravens circling over our heads whilst we stood completely unaware.
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What a beautiful place to choose for this. You write how we all hope that it might be I think and so simply yet effectively. Symbols, ghosts, past and present.
Thank you, Lucy. It was indeed a simple and rather special day. Such times provide a touchstone and foundation for anchoring one’s sanity and focus on the important things in what seems to be an increasingly frantic and busy world. I had a lot more to say but somehow a short and simple blog post seemed really much more eloquent.
your work/blog always gives me a sense of calm, a sense of perspective about my life, about life.
Our lives are so fleeting – so momentary, especially when looking at where you are standing – thinking of the thousands of people who have walked these hills – passing through. This is a beautiful reminder of our mortality – but not a morbid one.
Mark, I think your beautiful image and your text really communicate something of the profound but also quite simple nature of such occasions.
Deborah, Michael, it is wonderful to read the reactions of such thoughtful and interesting photographers as yourselves. Thank you both for taking the time to comment.
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