Over the sea via ferry boat from Mallaig to Armadale in the Isle of Skye.
In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Monochromatic.”
Since last November, the North West of Scotland has had the worst weather in history. Having experienced probably the longest winter on record with wall to wall grey for nine months, it was an absolutely euphoric experience to enjoy a day of warm temperatures, dry weather and a spectacular sunset.
Makes you really appreciate being alive.
In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Today Was a Good Day.”
What’s my muse? What subject keeps me coming back?
How long have you got?
The topics are endless. Things grab me in the moment, but it is quite often the way the light falls on a subject. Rusty objects, broken items, quirky or weird things. I love weather, wild weather, strange cloud formations, rain storms, clouds and more clouds.
When I think about where I gravitate to, I would have to say the coast – wide open space.
I live quite close to the sea and when I travel anywhere inland my first reaction is to question where the nearest coast is. Then where the nearest high point is. I feel compelled to reach that point to see if I can see the sea!
But not just any sea. I am drawn ‘Into the West’. The light is different there. Whilst the east coasts are very beautiful, I resonate with the west coast. I love the way the light intensifies the colours in the west, the vibrant energy of the air and to watch the sun go down over the sea has a deeply satisfying feeling that just completes my day.
In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Muse.”
I love company, but equally I relish solitude. A space that I share with space itself.
I am most at home in nature but I always gravitate toward the sea.
Every beach has its own voice, its own song and I relish investigating a new beach or the same beach on a different day, wondering just how I am going to experience it and what I am going to hear that day.
I think this works really well in landscape as it accentuates the expanse of the beach which is Crosby, near Liverpool in England.
There are 100 of the life size figures dotted about the beach and out into the sea. Each sculpture was made of cast iron by the British sculptor Sir Anthony Gormley. He called it ‘Another Place’.
It is really striking at the end of the day the way the light falls on the water and the images look very real. I love the living couple walking amongst them. It wasn’t planned, but I really like the contrast.
I am very much at home in nature but I am equally as at home in here, within me, as I am out there.
For a number of years I lived out of boxes and bags carted around in my car, staying with family, friends and occasionally my own house. Back then my car was more my home.
But wherever I have decided to stay that day, I have felt I am at home. If I am visiting a friend for a few days and I refer to going home, it means I am experiencing where I am staying as home. This perspective has caused some interesting reactions over the years. I quickly realised everyone saw it differently. Some friends looked almost panicky when they thought I had chosen to move in with them!
I could ramble about this for hours, so here’s an image to sum it up.
To date, it has been a year of waiting, wondering when change will happen.
I am waiting to move on to pastures new but the currents are at a lull and have been for quite a while.
Where I am is ok, just bobbing up and down on the gentle currents.
But I am longing for the movement of a high tide that will take me on my next adventure.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “State of Your Year.”