Tag: Papay
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Life within the viral cloud
Time passes, washing over the island in a cycle of near continuous day. The Earth spins, and the sun is drawn down into a brief dusk, pulling light into the sea and lower sky. My plaster eggs, held in their pinhole cameras, collect all this illuminance onto their surfaces. Occasionally the haar drifts in, a […]
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Papay Update
A blashie day, meaning one of blustery showers, gives me a chance for an overdue update. I write sitting at a wooden table in the converted byre at Hundland on the north end of Papay, one of the outer isles of Orkney, close to the seabird cliffs at Fowl Craig where the last pair of […]
Mourning Auks 