edges of chaos
Heading up through Glen Tilt we found piles of old logs and bare wood, massive tyre tracked and gouged layers of mud. A brief glimpse of a spotted woodpecker? Gradually heading uphill over mossy ground with open aspects over the winding river below and to the snow covered tops of Beinn a Ghlo. Memory of a walk around here two years before, creaking down the long quiet slope of Carn a’ Chlamain after a dark blue moonlit midnight walk south of the remote, majestic Beinn Bhrotain. After taking it slow and seeing no one for quite a while, and sitting eating a simple breakfast, we were passed and waved to by some estate workers on Yamaha buggy and shiny Land Rover (carrying another many wheeled vehicle) going uphill out of the forest towards the mysteriously hidden Beinn Dearg. This was the start of a long route which took in a lot of possibilities for drawings too.
green ochre and vandyke, hill dynamic
beware the stacks, sensing the massif beyond
exposed and bleached purple desert of heather
burnt silvers, sudden blue open void
tectonic, pushing back
through to, or across