Dan Pisco
travels and adventures
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Bark bark bark
Cattle grid scrunch and dull crush
25 sheep pouring over the hill
Master whistles, black dog runs, go into the pen
Gentle breeze brings tweets of far off birds and sighs of the reeds in the field below.
Little wind gust buffet concrete corner
The building I work on today
There's a big sky of blue and grey, it's friendly benignity beckons
And underneath the mountain sits, playing her reflections in shadow and light.
A white light reflecting from the watery sun makes small houses look like impassive guardians, watching over the bay.
Another cut of the saw and dust rises only for a moment before it is swept away in the wind.
My arms ache as I climb the ladder
My mind slightly dulled now after these days of work.
A lovely moment to fall back into the stillness with abandon
A vibrating blade of grass and the wandering of the reeds
The seals basking on the seaweed strewn rocks at low water.
Pisco Meanderings
I like writing about stuff, i like playing with words, descriptions, painting a picture with text. On this page I dedicate to the art of creative writing and nice pics that aren't necessarily about sailing but they are just what I like to do sometimes!
Fionnsabhagh September 2017
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I'm on the Isle of Harris, putting a roof on a small byre. It's the first one I've done in years and it's come out quite good! The more I've worked, the more tired I've become, like a depleting battery, cumulative tiredness taking it's toll. There was a dog barking up the lane, across the bay some sheep were rushing and spilling over the trimmed hill side, between stone walls and I just had to stop and write about it!
