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CHRONICLES FROM ARCANIA

Preamble

Through Chronicles from Arcania, I shall attempt to share walks with you, this poetics from 60N, where I feel at one with our Earth, my sense of place so maritime.


Thursday, 14 October 2010

Autumn on the island

everlasting changing of light

Monday began with the sun.
Exquisite light in the garden, as I woke up to earth chorus - October wind fell so silent... All around us, leaves and rose hips dazzled by light; furtive warblers whizzed around trees and found shelter, hidden from cats.
As I set foot onto the grass, starlings flew off like rocketeers - away from apples  we left for them the previous night.

Many visitors to the garden

Birds of many kinds, either local or on passage, always remain a spectacle.  Other winged friends also include a few delightful moths and butterflies. Every spring and well into autumn, we keep a quadrat of wild grass as a welcome. A mini-meadow develops under our watchful eyes. Mammals come too. We're accustomed to our hedgehog, that comes to feed every evening. Field mice are synonym with cats... Our feline gang brings some indoors as "thank you gifts" for our love, care and devotion. Yet the one we found yesterday was well alive! It was sleeping, tucked in the grass. Well camouflaged and immobile, it did not hear (or fell oblivious to) the sound of my clicking camera, as I brought the lens very close. For a moment, I thought it dead... It woke up quickly in our hand :-).

 
October blue monopolised our sky

From dawn till night, with only brief interruptions... On such a day, our enclosed garden's not enough. So I wandered beyond the gate - picked up a friend and ended up on higher ground: peatland deserts, where redwings and fieldfares share sedges  with starlings and ravens... It feels utterly unchartered, since human souls don't congregate at such a height. We marvelled at each earth mirror, final bloom of the tormentil amidst mires... However, that perpetual game of light below the edge of Atlantic captured our imagination. So we wandered closer to shore and ended up among treasures... 

At sunset time
Our world looks just magnificent.
This time a great celestial lid added grandeur to both islands... 
Geese fly above sandbridge and tide...

We walked on both sides of the bridge
and found respite inside the arms of the dragon.
As crimson fled, we retired to higher ground, casting our glance inside the depth of the ocean, as we prepared to welcome dusk...
This week began with timelessness.

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