Skye, from the outside looking in.
Cute Atlantic Puffin Couple on Shetland, aren’t they Braw!! To se this in full screen click on the picture.
Braw and I’ve always thought couthy too. Love is a beautiful thing…
Sunrise and Sunset in Scotland.
The sun is rising in the top photo, behind Sgurr Coire Choinnichean on Knoydart. It is setting behind southern Skye, for Stephanie.
These photos were taken on my phone, before I bought my current camera, in early May, 2008. I have over fourteen thousand photos on my flickr account, mostly of wilderness adventures. Plenty more to come…
My sun rises looking toward Mt. Washington, is sparkling off the blazing white top of Grouse Mountain, and shining on the jeweled dew on the grass in my garden, but all of that is pallid compared to the sun’s journey each day on beautiful Skye. Alex, one day you and I will share a strupak and talk of this and other adventures.
‘Storr Nan Bodach’ or ‘The Old Man of Storr’, a jagged pinnacle that is just a part of Skye’s rich geological heritage.
(Photo credit to Frank Heumann, click here for more.)
Ocean View, Syros, Greece
photo by alex
“Bluepueblo” is superb at finding beautiful images, expressive and memorable. I’ve seen a number of views through windows on this blog. The ones that attract me seem to draw me in and I feel like I’m there. This photo looks so natural, I seems I can reach out and touch it, the matches or incense in the window and avoid the sharp edge of the broken glass. It compels me to step out and feel the hot sun beating down on my back, under my feet on the rocks and sink myself into the relief that is the cool, blue water.
I’m sitting at the computer, a fan is quietly humming next to me. It’s bright and about 31°c - that’s hot for us. The heat is emananting from the concrete patio and the bricks of the house, and all I can think of is how good cool would feel. How do you feel when you look at this image though? I would love to be there, with the water all around, the moonlight’s gentle glow and peace. Only the splash of a waterbird or the whoo of an owl, the gentle sound of unhurried thoughts finding their way to you.
(apologies for the lack of credit, I couldn’t find any on the blog of origin)
Thank you ‘bluepueblo’ for an image that beckons me, sings the siren song of the Hebrides - my home. The beautiful Old Man of Storr,” Bodach nan Storr. Dinosaurs walked this land, you can match your foot to the the gigantic prints they left behind. Racing clouds that seem to pull you with them, where are you taking me - I don’t care, I just want to go.
Clouds, Isle of Skye, Scotland
photo via imgur
Have you noticed how one lone house, it doesn’t even have to be a house, it can be a shack, looks so inviting? Even more so when it is a solid stone house sat in a landscape where it is not dwarfed but anted (yes, a new word, so small you are rendered ant like) as with this one. I can imagine all kinds of weather outside but inside, snug and cosy with cup of tea and good book, great company, time to cook and bake and make, if the heart desires, time to gaze out the window and sigh, that view will never bore, time to just be. This is a place for that. Of course, if you do not have money then this is a place of serious toil, of everything being hard, the acquisition of food, water and comfort all being a substantial effort. In the shadow of those giants though, either way, I could live with that.
In the presence of Blaven, Isle of Skye
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