Dr Peter J Gordon, Hole Ousia website:
"On Tuesday I attended Parliament to observe the further consideration
by the Petitions Committee of my request that Scotland considers
introducing a statutory Sunshine Act. This post is to thank the Committee for opening a window.
I share John Betjeman’s disapproval of bureaucracy. However I reckon that we all share a love of sunshine:
This post is a pattern of images of windows that I observed as I
walked from Waverley station to the Scottish Parliament. It was
Alexander McCall Smith who wrote to me suggesting I read this book:
Candia McWilliams is another acclaimed Edinburgh writer:
Candia McWilliam’s book, What to look for in winter, is about her functional blindness. It is a book full of light:
Candia McWilliams invited me lunch at her home. I was dazzled by the light she brought. I made a film about this (as I tend to do). Candia McWilliams opened windows for me.
I left Bridge of Allan station reading the Herald. I noticed this
cartoon. I wondered if this cartoon window might be indicative of my
I arrived at Waverley Station the glass roof, following refurbishment, appeared clearer to me than ever before:
At Carubber’s Close this half-clouded window caught my eye. Carubber’s Close always turns my mind’s eye to Richard Holloway, another
acclaimed Edinburgh writer. I make films (as I may have mentioned
already) and made a film about Richard Holloway’s wonderful narrative “leaving Alexandria”:
Reaching the Royal Mile. I wonder how many windows to the world do we have?
Through a gap I spotted St Andrew’s House and the windows of the Scottish Government:
Impossible to miss these spiked piers, similar to Roseberry, but here with a window behind reflecting the passing world in the ripple of old rolled-glass:
Next door, the whisky shop protects its wares with mesh-reinforcement to the glass window:
I always stop at the Poetry Library. As Andrew Greig (another acclaimed Edinburgh writer) has described in his novel “In Another Light”: “Poems
appeal to the engineer in me – such great size to power output ratio,
wondrous wee gleaming machines, the best of them inexhaustible.”
Opposite the poetry library we have arguably Edinburgh’s finest poet.
Robert Fergusson often poked fun at establishment and medical pedagogy:
Robert Fergusson brightened my spirits. But perhaps I was (again)
risking being too metaphorical, so I stopped to show that I had not yet
been locked up!
At least the policeman outside parliament saw no immediate need:
The Scottish Parliament is a wonderful building with windows of all shapes. As I observed the Petitions Committee from the inside much light came in through these windows."