Sunset at Garrarus caught me off guard today as it was all about contrasts, light and shade, closing in and opening out.
It evoked thoughts of Turner’s paintings, but even more thoughts of distance and togetherness.
Nowhere is the issue of distance and togetherness more apparent than in relationships where a person has dementia.
The moodiness of the scene made me think of my late father, who used the word ‘moody’ very much when it came to photographs and paintings. He had some form of dementia in his later years. This made for stormy moments but also moments of intense clarity and oneness.
I think of him with intense love as I listen to the great Liam Clancy and Tommy Makem singing The Dutchman.