High Way to Heaven: Where Head & Horizon Meet






















Where head and horizon meet...


Up in the Kilpatrick Braes this morning for a walk through the sky and the woods. No gym can touch this sort of cardio, this sort of supreme breathing process, this sort of natural union with all things (and not just your own musclebound mirror-staring kind). Moreover, no-one comes up this bit of the braes, they all head up the paved Loch Humphrey path following each other like a herd of demented sheep, so it's bliss. You can really lose yourself when there's no-one about, and you know that there is no-one about. Spaces like this are heavenly. And you come down from them feeling like a saint...





 

More Views of Mount Fuji

'Mount Fuji' is that structure that is unavoidable when in a given place. To be sure, Glasgow's true Mount Fuji is like the original Fuji in Japan a mountain or a hill, in this case, Dumgoyne (in the Campsie Fells) or even Tinto Hill down there beside Lanark. Nevertheless, buildings can be Fuji too, and here, in Glasgow, it's Glasgow University's tower propped up there on Gilmorehill. It is an unmistakeable icon of the city's skyline wherever you go. At any rate, over the years, I have on my stravaigs through the city managed to capture her photographically in her ever radiant glory.

Here's some more pictures to add to my intial post (36 Views of Mount Fuji) at the outset of this blog...



























































The Air from Glasgow: Tele-Vision that Inspirits

I once put an art book together called The Hills That Live At The Ends of Streets about the importance of being able to see the hills and the countryside from within the city's confines. It was a book about vision and lines of sight for the soul, something that whilst living in a city can be forgotten about and left behind in pursuit of other more exciting things. Indeed, way back when I started this blog I did a post called The Telescopic City showing some of these lines of sight (and flight). There is something liberating about seeing the peripheral hills from the city centre, and being able to tap in to that vegetable serenity from within an over-polluted and cacophonous milieu. There is a dream-like quality that engages your soul.






























Whitelee Windfarm from Douglas Street































The Kilpatrick Hills from Anniesland Cross and Great Western Road































The hills behind Eaglesham and Newton Mearns from Scott Street































The Kilpatrick Braes from Fulton Street


 
The converse however is also true, that when your city becomes so built up and hemmed in by buildings, you can't see anything anymore except your own profit-hungry slap-dashed kind. The dream is killed and in its place you have a concrete and chemical reality that slowly dements and disembodies you from your own soul. The reason why television in its current form has taken off so well is the fact that we have given up our own tele-visual capacity to see beyond that which merely satisfies us. We no longer gaze into the night sky because we can't (due to light pollution), we no longer gaze into the hills because we can't (due to skyscrapers), we no longer gaze into our own souls because we can't (due to distraction and distortion). But we gaze into TVs like demented lemmings. Another reason why I have never had a television and why Jerry Mander's Four Arguments For the Elimination of Television should be on every school curriculum reading list.






























Campsie Fells from Shields Road































Inverclyde Hills from Brand Street
























Cathkin Braes from Nithsdale Road




At any rate, since I have documented these lines of sight through the city, a couple of them have already been 'buried alive' by irresponsible and slapdash building. Take the line of sight into the hills behind Neilston from Byres Road. Now, instead of the distant hills, you see into some Chinese student's dorm. Elsewhere, the same story.... more tall buildings, and more complete ignorance as to what they are blocking out by building it in the first place. This is the first rule of architecture: when you build something you destroy something, and not just the land upon which you are building, but these lines of flight for the soul. As such every architect upon presentation of their project should have to articulate not just what (s)he is building but what they are 'un-building' by building. In other words, and this should be the goto question for all technology pushers, what are you preventing by providing this? This, however, is not a question these people want to be asked for it reveals their projects to be as much about destruction and pollution as they are about making and building. It is this imposition of ignorance (by way of focusing only on one side) that we need to be concerned about. Do not let these people make of your city a coffin. A real city should embrace, should dance, with the countryside, and should have flight and sight lines into it. If it doesn't, like London, or Paris, or any number of monstrous conglomerations, it's not a city but a coffin.

So, un-nail that lid and kick those side panels down!




Glasgow from the Air: A Photographic Panoptic

I love Glasgow just as I love the Earth. But this is a Glasgow from a different perspective: from the air. Not 'from the air' as in polluting your way into it and divesting yourself of your own locomotive force - such things simply will not do in this age of growing ecological awareness - but 'from the air' as in from the hills, the braes, the fells - the ambient array - that surround Glasgow and give her its name. This is self-powered aerial photography, where the 'Aircraft' is your own locomoting-locating body crafted by the elements and the land and its synergetic flow, where the aerial is you, listening in to this vastness of Glasgow outwith the interference and distortion of any airplane engines and dials. Here, we have both 'from the air' and 'from the ground' simultaneously. To see a place from the viewpoint of an airplane engine is not natural. To be sure, it's exciting (I myself have a shelf of aerial photography books) and fascinating, but therein lies its flaw. It hypnotizes us out of thinking and so we accept it as normal, and slowly this normal becomes the new natural.

But the real natural 'from the air' is of course from elevated regions - hills, plateaux, fells, braes - having earned and deserved their perspective out of sheer effort. We are not birds and so do not deserve their landless perspective. But we can become ever-more bird-like by using our own wings (our legs) to walk up hills and embrace the sky (allowing the air to craft us en route). That way, we can also adopt the perch as the natural seat from which to tele-vise and attain vision.


So, this 'aerial Glasgow' is silent and pristine, vast yet light, offering a completely fresh picture of this dear green place from its circumambient hills. Here the emphasis is on the strath herself, on her topographical majesty and elemental connection. Here, we can see the weather in its vastness, and in its variety. Here, we get intimate with Glasgow as a whole and not just as an overbaked cliche. 


Here, Nature takes precedence, not man.





































Glasgow in the Wash

I have a tiny washing machine but it works. A bit like the planet we live on. Like my tiny w/m you just have to watch how much stuff you put in it. It has in other words a limited carrying capacity. When you're up in the peripheral hills you realize this, how vast and yet how small the planet is, and how we have put too much stuff into it causing it to rumble. 

 
























To be sure, we need to cut down, subtract, take off... limit our aversions and perversions. Our averting away from Nature and our own navigatory systems and allowing corporate cretins to pervert these natural talents into machines that propose to do it for you is the problem. We need to put ourselves in the wash, without all the other stuff; we need to self-cleanse, absolve, dust off... re-birth and renew.

And what better way to do this than to go a for a walk in the hills, off the beaten path, into the hanging wood, in search of the sacred waterfall that will reveal all.