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three arches over the River Sligachan
According to legend, if you stick your face in the water under the bridge, hold it there for seven seconds, and then let it dry naturally, you’ll be blessed with eternal beauty.
Instead of doing that (because it was cold AF)(and also because I didn’t know the legend at the time)(but mostly because it was cold), I opted to make a few photos of the fast-flowing water under the stone arches of the bridge. (It was built between 1810 and 1818.)
Sligachan, Isle of Skye, Scotland
photographed 11.8.2023
claws
This was in the old part of the graveyard, the part my friend Kim called “Creepytown.” I was glad we were there in the autumn: a summer view from this spot would be very different and less creepy. And way less of something I’d want to photograph.
Carbost, Isle of Skye, Scotland
photographed 11.8.2023
jewel drops and a fog roll
If I’m being honest, this day started out…bad. I wasn’t feeling like a photographer and it was hard to get up any enthusiasm for shooting.
But I’d come a long way and sure as hell didn’t want to squander the opportunity. And so I photographed the band of fog across the lake, partly obscured by the dew-laden leaves and branches. Now that I see the image, I can imagine the trees are standing in for my closed-off feelings that day.
(I’m better now. A lot.)
Loch Leven
Glencoe, Scotland
photographed 11.6.2023
daisies, pushed up
One thing I’ve learned as a photographer is that no matter how alluring the Thing In Front Of Me is to photograph, it’s real important to turn around and see what else is there. In this case, while the Castle Stalker was indeed lovely in the dying light, how about the flowers and that wood-shingled shed that were right there? They’re nice, too.
along Loch Linnhe
near Argyll, Scotland
photographed 11.5.2023




