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sound of mull, morning
The morning that the rest of the group hiked to a lighthouse I decided to NOT hike to a lighthouse. Part of it was that I wasn’t keen on hiking on a bunch of black ice, but mostly I felt the call to get some photographs that weren’t going to be similar to what everyone else was going to get.
It sounds pretty anti-social when I write it down, but anyway, here’s the non-lighthouse view that I saw that day…
Tobermory, Isle of Mull, Scotland
photographed 11.10.2023
death lends a hand
…and so this ends another year of posting daily images. This image is from a graveyard in Scotland; I was attracted to that hand reaching out from the face of the marker holding tight to…something.
And, on another note, today is 18 years since my beloved mom died, after a fall at her house. I usually don’t plan out my posts – they just land where they land – but this year I saved this image from Scotland to post today. It seemed fitting. (Here’s something I wrote ten years ago about my mom and her death. I still stand by every word of it.)
near Duart Castle, Isle of Mull, Scotland
photographed 11.9.2023


