Before heading off to Scotland I researched every place I wanted to visit and every thing I wanted to photograph. So when we arrived on the Isle of Skye I was ready – or so I thought. I let my excitement over being on the Isle of Skye when the weather was phenomenally perfect get the best of me.
All of that planning just fell out of my head and while I did get many great shots, some of them were not what I originally had in mind. Then again there really isn’t anything wrong with NOT taking the same photo as everyone else but in some small ways I was disappointed in myself for not sticking to the script.
In the case of the Sligachan bridge here, the photo that everyone tries to get involves shooting through the bridge towards the Black Cullins mountains. Your excited photographer here shot the opposite direction. It wasn’t until we had pulled away and were heading north that I noticed in the rear view mirror where I should’ve stood in the river to get “that” shot. We could’ve turned around but by the time there was a spot to do so I elected to just keep going and explore more of Skye.
Bottom line? While I didn’t get the shot I had planned on taking, I was very fortunate to experience such a beautiful place on an ideal day and that definitely counts for quite a lot.
There is a myth that the waters of the river are enchanted and will grant you eternal beauty if you dip your face in the water. I guess my fingers will be eternally beautiful then cause that’s all that got dipped into that brisk water.
The Black Cullins Mountains
This photo reminds me of a conversation I had the other day with someone about Scotland. They thought the country was all flat, cold and rainy; they didn’t think it had any mountains. I quickly corrected that perception with a couple of photos of the Cullins and Ben Nevis 😉
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I just recently found out that scioto means (in some long ago Native American unspecified language) hairy deer. And what does that have to do with these images? Columbus is very big on art and artists and when the big rehabilitation in 2015 of this area turned it into a multi-use park and trail area, artist Terry Allen was commissioned to do some sculptures for it.
He came up with the idea of deers hanging about the area like human do now. There are three statues, two bucks and a doe, but I’ve only found this one buck on the Rich Street bridge here. I will be looking out for the other two…
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Yesterday’s image in wonderful summer color this time. Which version most appeals to you and why?
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The Scioto River runs through Columbus, Ohio and it sees many things each year. Things like festivals. people riding those scooters that seem to be everywhere now, joggers, picnics, an occasional horde of zombies and so much more.
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We went out for lunch at one of our favorite spots and while sitting at one of the booths in the bar area (we like sitting in that area not because of the bar but because it’s cozier) I happened to glance over at the many bottles and see this.
It reminded me of our trip to Scotland and that we actually saw this distillery. No, I did not have a wee dram…at least not today. Slàinte Mhath!
The village of Mallaig, on the west coast of the Highlands of Scotland , was founded in the 1840s, when Lord Lovat, owner of North Morar Estate, divided up the farm of Mallaigvaig into seventeen parcels of land and encouraged his tenants to move to the western part of the peninsula and turn to fishing as a way of life. wikipedia
Besides fishing as a way of life it is known as the end point of the Jacobite Steam Train aka the Harry Potter train and as a point from which to take a ferry from the mainland to the outer isles of Skye, Rum and Eigg to name a few. It’s how we got to the Isle of Skye.
It is a big fishing port on the west coast and I still cannot get over how many and how close the boats were stationed in the port. The day I took these photos there was one person still in one of the boats and I asked him what he went out fishing for. Langostines he told me.
And I had just had some for dinner that night too!
Waving goodbye to Mallaig as the ferry takes us to Skye.