A selection of shots from spring and autumn in the Trossachs. A beautiful rolling area of hill and glen the photographs very well in the autumn.
This is an Outer Hebrides hot-pot of frames uncategorised and unpublished. A mixture of photographs from Harris and Lewis that caught an emotion and eye.
Four thousand years ago a Neolithic conversation in Callanish went as thus: “Why don’t we stand huge fekin’ boulders on top of this hill?” “They weigh five heffers each! Why?” “Lets do it on the longest….no shortest day.” “Eh Why?” “Lets put them into the same pattern as the lights in the night sky, as…
Storm passes on the Isle of Lewis beaches Mealasta and Mangersta. It’s a wild coastline exposed to Altlantic ocean and storms, yet still the sun shone. I was lucky to experience changing weather systems as beach transitioned from sunshine to rain/sleet/storm/sunset.
Scarp is a small now uninhabited island. It lies just 200m at low tide from Harris on the west coast, near Hushinish. On the path to a beach I bumped into a couple who told me the story of its postal service by the pioneering German rocketeer Gerhard Zucker.
Road? It’s really a 12 mile single track “B” grade metalled or tarred road to an alcove of unspoilt Harris beauty. Hushinish the most westerly point on Harris and Lewis emits a contented solitude that envelops. Your worries calm, soaking in a landscape as devils fall from the shoulder. Inhale and rejuvenate over and over.…