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 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.
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.
Buachaille Etive Mor in it's imposing, dominant, don't mess with me mood.
Islands around Scotland, where the water decides the shape of the land.
The Lure of the Summit
A clear moment on Ben Arthur
The Great Why ?
A question of motivation. Fill in the unknown reasons why.
Fragments of a Scene
An unknown summit lightly touched by the mist on the walk to Ben Arthur.