the word’s origin is Latin: oblivio(n-) > from oblivisci, to ‘forget’.
or as in my case; as in forgetting or rather putting aside temporarily the idea that this started off as a fishing trip but the rod never managed to get out of the car. blissful, truely blissful.
poor guy. an exciting name like Publius Vergilius Maro gets vulgarly reduced to Virgil to what, simplify its pronunciation to the masses ?… anyhow, Publius the Poet wasn’t referring to some schmaltzy romanticism when he wrote that but was a deep understanding of one of the only real boundaries that nature on earth has to offer. shores, whether they be in fresh or salt, in still, flowing or seas are the demarcation point between us and them but its also where the two of us can meet as we’re both inextricably attracted to this boundary each one safely in our comfort zones. sometimes we mingle, sometimes we don’t and that’s just fine because something within told us to go there and we simply did what we where supposed to do.
meh… there i go doing exactly one of the things i dislike the most about contemporary photography and any kind of art in general. something i’ve (unsuccessfully) been (mildly) fighting against ever since i did photo school in 1982:
finding the need to put words to images where the image should tell the story on its own and whatever the viewer sees or not or feels or not is their own private business and not mine. besides, i’m a really shitty writer, i know it. it’s just not my thing and i definitely don’t enjoy it and it shows. i’ll try to not fall into that trap again so,
here’s a shore that had its own story to tell.
‘Will he hook up, take yet another coffee break or maybe make a nice tailing loop the whole herd can laugh at ?’
who knows what cows think and i’m not going to put too much thought into it (ok, i probably jinxed myself there… ) so for now i’ll just remember this as another one of those unexpected visual treats that pops up now and again on days by the water. Scotland, it’s such a special place.
from somewhere in the dark murky waters of Scotland, sent in by buddy Campbell Stewart for the FTLOW series, thanks !