"When everything else has gone from my brain ... what will be left, I believe, is topology: the dreaming memory of land as it lay this way and that." Annie Dillard
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Or the views views off Lealt Gorge with the Inner Hebrides in the distance?
Truth is, I'm seeing far too much during these long luscious days (it's light till almost 10) to encapsulate it in a single post. So I'll end with what you see up top — the lighthouse at the end of the world.
Labels: travel
posted by Anne Cassidy at
5:34 PM
I’m a writer and editor, the author of "Parents Who Think Too Much" and a freelancer published everywhere from the "New York Times" to "Woman’s Day." I’ve been scribbling my thoughts in one tattered notebook or another for most of my life, but this blog is the first time I’ve gone public. I'm glad you've landed here, and I hope you visit often.
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