Charles Luckman & Associates, Prudential Center, Boston, Massachusetts, 1960-1970
Gorgeously clear sky and big moon over #edinburgh tonight.
Thursday 21 March 2013
I’m glad you have seen today as an opportunity to positively engage with the independence debate. The countdown to September 18th 2014 appears to have sparked you into life.
Having watched you on television this evening I found myself agreeing with you. I too envisage my children and grandchildren living in a “foreign” country. I’m just not sure you’d recognise it.
In my “foreign” country there’s a Labour Party who actually care enough to vote with their conscience rather than abstaining. They believe in their founding principles and wish to make the lives of ordinary folk better. They abandon nuclear arms to pull the poorest out of poverty; they fight against the Tories to make sure those who work get a fair days pay rather than sit idly by; they don’t ensure their constituents live forever amongst the worst areas of deprivation in western Europe; and they never send their children to die in illegal wars.
My “foreign” country is called Scotland. It’s not far away, its only been a short journey since 1999. You don’t need a passport to visit and you’d be welcomed with open arms. You can rest up, maybe do a little soul searching and you never know it might be so good you want to stay forever.
First of a few pictures I finally got developed after a long wait.
Dunnottar. Autumn 2012.
I have always had a thing about old photographs. The older pictures have an uncanny ability of suggesting that there is another world where the departed are. A black and white photograph is a document of an absence, and is almost curiously metaphysical. I have always hoarded them. They represent a sense of otherness. The figures in photographs have been muted, and they stare out at you as if they are asking for a chance to say something.
Ljósmynd vikunnar óskar Þjóðminjasafni Íslands til hamingju með 150 ára afmælið !
Ljósmynd: Stefán Nikulásson
Rusty tray awaiting water. (at Edinburgh College of Art)
Nothing in the world is worth having or worth doing unless it means effort, pain, difficulty… I have never in my life envied a human being who led an easy life. I have envied a great many people who led difficult lives and led them well.