What do you think about the number 19 ?

“I like it. An odd mix of the smallest number and the largest – together in one package. It speaks to the extremes of the Universe and yet shows how they can be inexorably tied.
It is also unique in that both numbers are formed by a single constant line (using standard type). One line straight; the other curving before coming down to the base line – not so distant cousins – and neither one having a family relation with any other number. The “4” has multiple stops and abrupt changes in directions with its multiple line formation and the “2”, “3”, “5”, and “7” have their sudden starts and stops.
Although a mere number, as humans, we can’t but help to tie it to other numbers by which we judge ourselves. As an age number it is greatly important; the first step from being a “teenager” to becoming a “young adult”. In fact, the shapes of the numbers suggest a relationship between youth and age – the straight erect youth next to the bent and wizened old-timer standing together – as if sharing the secrets of life (though “1” will certainly not listen).
I would have to put “19” up there as a major number; a number among numbers. Yes, I definitely like “19”.*

enough niceties, this is somewhere in the Scottish Highlands.

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* another anonymous gem caught in the web.

a strike of good luck

ah, the joys of going back through old photos and finally seeing them correctly for the first time ! taken last fall in the Scottish Highlands, i had left mates Al and Bob to search ahead for any trout that might want to play, did a quick turn-around before passing the peak to take in the scenery and take a quick phone pic. distinctly remembering at the time that i would probably edit out my buddies because they’re just far away indistinct spots (sorry guys… ) and just keep the image for its lanscapeness but a closer several-months-later look revealed that at the very same instant the shutter button was pressed, as we can see from the ring, a trout had taken Al’s fly.

finally, Al and Bob remained in the image and they’re still indistinct spots but its a nice coincidence, the kind that makes the moment special.

silence, real silence.

has become in my eyes (pun intended) the most precious commodity or perhaps put differently, the true meaning of luxury or even better yet: bliss.

by real i mean none, nothing, no sound whatsoever. no wind, no rippling water, no birds and even less man-made sounds: nothing.

i don’t get to experience total silence very often but when it happens its like being hit with a brick but this brick’s a nice brick. the kind that knocks back all distractions, increases awareness and the power of thought and as a side-bonus, it makes me all tingly.

the last time silence happened was a few months ago on a fishing trip to the Scottish Highlands. i was too busy doing the tingly thing at the time to even think of photographing silence besides, it’s not like it would show.

it didn’t happen in the scene below but for some reason this image reminds me of the moment but then, images can only be about the past and they rarely make sounds. maybe that’s why i like them so much.

silence m.fauvet-TLC 9-12-15