Something is wrong.
I have come back from Scotland with no blurry images
AT ALL.
It must be my course; MA in book art.
Every time I click the shutter I am thinking about what I will be using the photo for. Projects whirring around in my head.
I do have a nice photo of a mug though.
I was staying in Lochinver, way way up on the north west coast of Scotland, near lots of my favourite mountains.
I met a man called Billy in the car park at Stac Pollaidh. We were both planning to climb it. He had spent the night in his van. I arrived fresh from my tasty B&B breakfast. He kindly made me a coffee in his only cup, while we waited for the clouds to clear.
They didn't.
I decided to go up anyway. Billy waited a bit longer.
The mountain looked like this.
The day before the mountain has looked like this.
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| Stac Pollaidh |
I had not had time to climb as I had arrived too late in the day.
So I climbed into the cloud, thinking about a book called "The Mountain that tried to Hide"
I could still see the grass.
As I came down I met Billy coming up.
We went our separate ways.
I had to make do with the photos I had taken the previous day on the lower slope of the mountain.
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| from Stac Pollaidh on a cloudy day |
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| Stac Pollaidh |
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| Stac Pollaidh |
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| Stac Pollaidh |
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| Stac Pollaidh |
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| Stac Pollaidh |
Nearly all the same view, but with different ground surfaces.
It seems to be the style that I have adopted for the present time, as I am thinking about points of view; near and far. What we choose to look at.
I did take loads of watery pictures too, but they are all in focus too.
These from the River Inver.
Och well
I guess I'll get back to blurry sooner or later...........
