Scotland promises good light if one is willing to tread upwards across muddy paths filled with rocks and grasses depressed from the steps taken by sheep; it is not an easy tread to find that special place, and then to await in the rain and wind and the hail for the light to bless the land, and perhaps the camera.
But when the light falls upon the frame, magical things happen. Sometimes it is difficult to frame the scene, since just looking is overwhelming, it dominates the soul, and brings joy just from being there, despite the cold wind and the running nose.
Searching for a tissue, I find some relief from the cold wind upon my nose. I am warm though, four layers of clothing finding warmth from within, and the evening is delightful and the light is there if I can only capture it for one splendid second.
And next evening, sitting there on a rock at Elgol on the Isle of Skye, the light dances for me as it always does in this magical land.
Very much the same on a very cold morning along a roadway leading from Broadford to Torrin. Despite my runny nose, I manage to capture light only that Scotland can provide.
Yes, Scotland, land of my ancestors, the perfect place for one who desires to master landscape photography.
And the perfect place too for using my little Canon Powershot G9. I have to admit that the little beast produced some great shots. Yet I still carry around my heavy 1Ds Mark II. But this shot from the G9 ain’t bad.
If interested, take a look at my “New Works” section of my website as I add more photographs from my most recent trip. And, BTW, one of the outcomes of the journey is the birth of a new website that I will introduce soon, one about photography and travel, with detailed reviews of places, seminars, workshops, and travel equipment. Stay tuned.