Flow is something I’d generally claim to aspire to: in my creative work, in my life.
When I was in Skye a few weeks back I experienced a different kind of flow.
Standing on the shores at Talisker I found myself both looking out to sea, as the waves were crashing, while the black sands beneath us were shifting, cracking, dissolving in the current of the river: pouring, coursing, cutting.
It created an effect a static photo can barely do justice to: the waters moving in all directions at once, in a wildly elemental flow.
Flow, Jim, but not as we know it.
It made me think of these words that I’d found a few days previously:
For years I have endeavoured to calm an impetuous tide – laboring to make my feelings take an orderly course – it was striving against the stream ~ Mary Wollstonecraft
Here’s to the impetuous tide.
This is the first of a series of posts this week on images and reflections from Skye. The places of the north and west always get me thinking.