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sun ignores the graveyard
While it would have been nice to have some sun shining on these old gravestones, I will admit that it was a lot prettier to see that patch of sunlight across the Sound of Mull.
near Duart Castle
Isle of Mull, Scotland
photographed 11.9.2023
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
88 years
Some very cold flowers on the grave of someone who lived for 88 years. (Just a few minutes before this, there’d be rain and sleet-that-was-nearly-hail.)
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
One Day | One Image 