Tuesday, October 15, 2013

Minute on the mountain



There are minutes of the ticking kind and minute, minutieuse, of the little. I have a tendency to be fond of both, most especially when they meet. 


High up on a mountain, a butte points over the Grands Causses, a valley known for its vultures swooping on currents of hot air.


A see of big and little so close, so close that they exchange confidences in the winds cupped around my ear.



 But rather than only look out...



...searching for the sea that can be traced at the horizon...



...I wonder at the waves at my feet. Rock, field and flower.


We feel content and languor beneath the shadows of rolling clouds.




PS. Remi and I wish to thank all of you that sent such kind comments and emails for his 50th birthday...

29 comments:

Judith Ross said...

I love this, both the language and the photos. And yes, there are wonders both at the horizon and at our feet.

Suze said...

A 50th birthday is a wonderful milestone. Thank you for having let us share in the joy. :)

Heather Robinson said...

And everywhere in between. ;)

Heather Robinson said...

Definitely after a certain point, it's all about "we are still here! whoohoo!"!!!!

Linda said...

Beautiful series of photos.

simpleimages2 said...

I "feel content" and grateful.

Thank you for the photographic essay, simple and concise, on nature's wonders.

Loree said...

What gorgeous scenery. Thanks for sharing it with us. Such beautiful places help me to relax.

Elizabeth Eiffel said...

It's experiences like this that make my heart sing. Thank you for taking me on this beautiful journey. XXX

puppyfur said...

What a beautiful spot in the world!

Glamour Drops said...

So very beautifully thought...the large and the little...very calming. What's this about Remi's birthday? I am out of the loop somewhat...shall hunt deeper in your blog to discover...

Unknown said...

My comments about your photographic poetry must sound like a broken record, but...I love to see what you have seen and read your thoughts about it, because both are so unerringly, beautifully sublime. You are teaching this person to see what I have overlooked, and not thought about, during the last 30 harried years. Thank you, Heather. Fondly, Leslie

P.S. Do I see evidence of a clear-cut forest in the first photograph? Does (or did) the logging industry do clearcutting in France?

I Dream Of said...

Love the blending of big and little, sea and sky. And the little bit of furry friend in the first photo. Is that Ben? Kipling? What a beautiful day. XO

Heather Robinson said...

Thank you Linda. :) Nice of you to have stopped by!

Heather Robinson said...

Edgar, I have to admit that I haven't felt much like writing lately but photography? Anytime!

Heather Robinson said...

Luckily you have many, many around you too. :) But it truly is a gorgeous spot up there. We go each time we are in the area.

Heather Robinson said...

Yay! You are so welcome, EE. That made me feel good.

Heather Robinson said...

Crazy beautiful and always different too.

Heather Robinson said...

Yep, it was his 50th. :)
I think that you also appreciate the big and the little too!

Heather Robinson said...

That would be a yes, Leslie. But at least (sigh) there is still what is considered a "surplus" of trees in France.
And thank you for your kindness--hey! I am happy to have your support every time you choose to give it. I am not picky that way. ;)

Heather Robinson said...

It was actually two! We went up for sunset the night the first photo was taken and a huuuge storm came rushing in so we had to go--the next day was big blue time. And that is Kipling--anytime you see big fluffy tail (especially up in the air) that would be The Rascal.

Catherine Robinson said...

Absolute poetry, Heather...how I would love a minute on your mountain :)
Thank you for popping by today...always lovely to hear from you.

George Snyder said...

Your poetry + the poetry of the landscape = bliss. Merci, Madame! Bises, G

silkannthreades said...

A beautiful juxtaposition of words and photos; they flow and repeat like a design on fabric. Is that the plant heather? The rock outcrop could be on our own Port Hills. I also want to add I feel the word and dance 'minuet' applies as well; minuet origin:
late 17th century: from French menuet, 'fine, delicate', diminutive (used as a noun) of menu 'small'

Jenny Short said...

That was a beautiful tour of the landscapes and atmosphere of Provence. Just lovely. One could reach out and touch the flowers. xo Jenn

Heather Robinson said...

Catherine, save for the winds it would be one incredible spot for yoga!!!
And your blog is always so beautiful...

Heather Robinson said...

Thank you for the kindness, G. I felt that the writing was a bit wonky but a good egg in LA encouraged me to remember and keep going forward.
xoxo

Heather Robinson said...

Oh my goodness Gallivanta that is so beautiful, I love it!! Such interesting ideas inside that brain of yours. ;)

Heather Robinson said...

PS. Yes that is heather--my namesake! It is called bruyere in French.

Heather Robinson said...

The textures were so rich, Jenn, it is a fine spot.