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Standing among the stones at Callanish, I knew again why I love the Isle of Lewis. It is like stepping back in time. Not just the centuries old stones that are everywhere on the island; it is the culture. Holding strong to old Scottish traditions, the island is a treasure chest of wonderful people whose work ethic and commitment to the community are rare in the modern world.
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One of the many reasons I love the island is that fact that one doesn’t just visit there by accident. One has to want to go there. It means either flying in or taking a ferry from the Scotland mainland. I like places that are hard to get to. Why go where everyone else goes?
Finding the path less traveled has become more and more of a quest for me. Call it a need to touch a place with my camera’s eye, a place perhaps that no one else has found.
Gold on the Hills
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Looking out my car window, the tapestry of light changing on the magnificent hills that fill its southern section is difficult to explain. Call it magical.
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Not all days on the Isle of Lewis are filled with golden light. There are lots and lots of days of gray and rain. That’s Scotland.
I recall some thoughts of my new friend Murdo Macdonald.
“Murdo,” I said, “when will the fog lift and the rain stop?”
“At 12:01 PM,” he said.
So, when it got to 12:01 PM, I looked at Murdo and told him that his skills at predicting weather were terrible.
“I didn’t say what day,” he responded.
When in Scotland, make sure to take the time to meet others. I absolutely guarantee that sooner or later you will be laughing. And relaxing.
And, for gosh sakes, having no cell phone reception — what a blessing that is.
I wish I had not written about the Isle of Lewis, I really don’t want others to go there. I want to keep it for myself as a special place that I alone should enjoy.
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