Ring of Brodgar on a very windy and wet day.
It was a windy turbulent day when I walked up to the Old Man of Storr on Skye. The clouds came rushing in from the sea, blown along by gusting gale force winds. I took this shot down below it, I liked how imposing the whole cliff face looked from below. The place had a sort of Dolomites feel to it.
I´ve just returned from a three week trip to the UK, for two weeks of which we made a fantastic tour of the north of Scotland. The weather was amazing and the scenery was breathtaking. I took this at Neist Point on Skye where we had a wonderful night wild camping.
This is another collaboration with Robert Burden who wrote and spoke a poem to my photograph of Soldier´s Rock on Islay, Scotland.
For this Remembrance Sunday I´ve posted two pictures. They were taken 5 years apart, in two different countries, in completely different environments, the styles and lighting are completely different, but non the less they share the same reason for being. The first one, taken in 2008, is of German Great War graves in the municipal cemetery in Landshut. They are in a quiet corner and rather low-key. The second is of an unknown sailor of the Great War taken this year at the Kilnaughton Military Cemetery on the Island of Islay. This very small cemetery, only holds about 12 graves and stands close to the shores of Kilnaughton Bay with the graves facing out to sea. As is clear, both photographs are of graves from the Great War, the war to end all wars, but they are of enemies. I find it appropriate to show the dead of both sides because I now stand with a foot in each of these countries, my family is from both sides of that once deadly divide and illustrates, for me at least, the appalling waste of such wars – any wars, in fact.
This used to be the vehicle ferry terminal to Gourock, across the Firth of Clyde. The new terminal, at Hunter´s Quay, is a few kilometers north of here. A passenger ferry still runs though, and gives a good link, via the train, to Glasgow. These rather pleasant buildings stand empty and it would be a shame if they fell into disrepair – with the inevitable result, demolition!
This is another seascape taken at Loch a Chnuic. I keep coming back to this series taken on a wet afternoon on Islay. For me they have a feeling of surreal peace.