Buachaille Etive Mor, the mountain which the mind imagines.
This mountain consumes your thoughts as you drive along the road towards Glencoe.
The morning started with unbearable wind and rain. After a couple of attempts to leave the car and being blown back in we decided to sit it out a while in the car. After an hour or so the weather broke just enough to be able to see changes in the light.
The Valley of Fire
Deep into the valley of Glencoe Two of the Three Sisters keep a watchful eye over us mortal creatures from above the mist.
The day had been submerged in a light rain until the afternoon when the mist began to clear as if being pulled apart by the surrounding hills.
The Road To Glen Etive
The road to somewhere filled with all the dramatic landscapes that makes Scotland the wonder that it is.
An old lodge sitting by the side of the river in the Cairngorm National Park. My first and a brief visit travelling through the Cairngorms it's vastness was the lingering memory.
Isolation as a Dream
I guess when you visit this place there is a small part of you that suddenly believes in the idea of heaven. Then maybe you worry about the internet connection speed.
The incredibly beautiful white house of Glencoe on a crisp spring morning.
Buachaille Etive Mor in it's imposing, dominant, don't mess with me mood.
The unfolding of the landscape as the clouds blow in from the west coast of Scotland near Lochinver.
I am a big fan of images which are subtle yet convey the mood of the moment. There was no bright sunrise but there was a great deal of movement in the clouds.
Overlooking the landscape of Assynt there is also an unavoidable factor of scale. The landscape just goes on and on so you feel like a insignificant viewer from afar as the day unfolds.
A Place For Everything
The rounded dome of Buchaille Etive Mor seemingly calving out a recess in the storm clouds of spring.
Islands around Scotland, where the water decides the shape of the land.
All I Know Is
I've no idea how I got here.
The sheer projections of The Cobbler or Ben Arthur near to Arrochar basking in afternoon light.
Glimpse of an Old Foe
One of the pinnacles of Ben Arthur or the Cobbler spied behind the trees and mist.
A very pretty out building sits secluded in the moorlands near Lochinver in Assynt Scotland.
Taken on my first trip to the moon, I mean Isle of Skye. What an earth shattering landscape the Isle of Skye is, so much to take in and so many places you can spend your time in awe.
Man's Land Management
A Chaotic Scene of Tree Felling in Glen Nevis on the final part of the West Highland Way. Shortlisted and published as part of the Scottish Landscape Photographer of the Year Awards 2014
Imagine being the first human to realise the beauty in the mountains surrounding Glencoe. Did the first of mankind here look in awe or simply worry about trying to survive. When did conciousness move this way towards beauty.
Glen Coe will always take your breath away. In the sun, rain, mist or snow you can't help but stare in awe at the domainting landscape above your head.