The Arms of Light Enfold

One of a series of photographs taken in the great hall of The National Museum of Scotland, Edinburgh.

I am certain the still photograph will remain a significant creative medium despite the seductions of the moving image. A still provides the essential pause for the heart and mind in a world of turbulence and impulse.

As I walk through the central hall in the National Museum of Scotland, my favourite building interior, I absorb its light, its tone and beauty. I walk in slow and mindful breath. I try to take my time as best I can, I linger until the mystery of this place settles deep within me. If I am fortunate I will capture the touch of its spirit with an image, and then in time portray with words what thoughts and feelings such a place has left me with. This whereabouts of curiosity and gaze, of blinding white and shadowland...



The Arms of Light Enfold

Across the border bathed in brightest light,
In clear and northern air your arms outstretch,
I stand in breathless wait,
In captivated gaze,
I hold this moment still and calm,
And then between the you and I,
The ease of trust descends,
Two worlds collide with touchless tenderness,
Too faint far words remote convey,
To be this simple pleasure pleased,
To stay at early dawn and dew,
Your morning gentle fresh,
This clear and warmth of you,
Your open arms of light enfold.