Climbing up the back of Hanover Street, the Old Town hovers in the sky like a mirage from a distant age. To my right, shooting down George Street, the sun crashes to the earth again. Its wake reminds me of the last vibrant flashes of a fever dream. Everything is cast either in the gauzy pastels of fantasy or sharp, black silhouettes.
The symmetry of the moment stills me.
A statue of William Pitt the Younger, little more than a somber outline, stares at a castle in the sky. Edinburgh overflows with such contrasts. Precious metals ripple to the horizon chased by a sky black as the night sea. It’s little wonder so many boundless imaginations harbored here. My own creative sails have pulled taught in these mystic drafts.
Photos from my travels are available to browse and for sale at Traveling Savage Photos.
Listening to: Eluvium – An Accidental Memory in the Case of Death