Scotland and some old Jan Scholz images!

Scotland and some old Jan Scholz images!

Its not Burns day (thats a really Scottishy day in January during which we eat haggis and drink whiskey and quote the words of our most famous poet, Robert Burns).

I am however feeling all homesick and longing for all things tartan and bonnie.  I was never a very strong supporter of Scottish traditions when I lived there, but since I have left, I am strangely sentimental and miss them lots. However, that may be partly due to the fact that I am getting older 🙁 (It is my birthday next week :().

Here are Rabbies words:

Wee, sleekit, cow’rin, tim’rous beastie,
O, what a panic’s in thy breastie!
Thou need na start awa sae hasty
Wi bickering brattle!
I wad be laith to rin an’ chase thee,
Wi’ murdering pattle.

I’m truly sorry man’s dominion
Has broken Nature’s social union,
An’ justifies that ill opinion
Which makes thee startle
At me, thy poor, earth born companion
An’ fellow mortal!

I doubt na, whyles, but thou may thieve;
What then? poor beastie, thou maun live!
A daimen icker in a thrave
‘S a sma’ request;
I’ll get a blessin wi’ the lave,
An’ never miss’t.

Thy wee-bit housie, too, in ruin!
It’s silly wa’s the win’s are strewin!
An’ naething, now, to big a new ane,
O’ foggage green!
An’ bleak December’s win’s ensuin,
Baith snell an’ keen!

Thou saw the fields laid bare an’ waste,
An’ weary winter comin fast,
An’ cozie here, beneath the blast,
Thou thought to dwell,
Till crash! the cruel coulter past
Out thro’ thy cell.

That wee bit heap o’ leaves an’ stibble,
Has cost thee monie a weary nibble!
Now thou’s turned out, for a’ thy trouble,
But house or hald,
To thole the winter’s sleety dribble,
An’ cranreuch cauld.

But Mousie, thou art no thy lane,
In proving foresight may be vain:
The best-laid schemes o’ mice an’ men
Gang aft agley,
An’ lea’e us nought but grief an’ pain,
For promis’d joy!

Still thou are blest, compared wi’ me!
The present only toucheth thee:
But och! I backward cast my e’e,
On prospects drear!
An’ forward, tho’ I canna see,
I guess an’ fear!

(Rabbie Burns, 1785)

If you have no idea what this says, there is a standard English translation on Wikipedia  Its basically about what Rabbie writes to a mouse when he turns up its house with a plough.

And Some Photos!

And I was looking through my archives this morning, and I found this beautiful photo set taken by Jan Scholz. It is from our 1st shoot together, which happened just a few weeks after I moved out of Scotland.

Anyway, happy Friday everybody and have a great weekend! I have lots of exciting things planned for the weekend (work related and not!) and will fill you in on then next week :)!


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