There’s nothing like a stroll after the rain…
(Sleat, Isle of Skye, Scotland)
Last in today’s Ardnamurchan posts, this one is less natural in colour. It tells another truth, the honesty of an emotional response. When one looks at this landscape, one registers the startling blue of the sky and the sea, the light on land and the bleached sand and white sheep, all dark and light, texture and clarity. This enhanced photo tells us how we feel, what we feel we see. It feels good.
The maintenance crew of the Glen taking a break from grass cutting operations.
(Fairie Glen, Trotternish Peninsula, Isle of Skye)
For Mings and all who would envy this blackfaced sheep it’s vantage over Loch Bracadale, looking toward Idrigall Point, northwestern Skye.
With ovine logic Charlie commented, “although the grass is excellent to munch, the view is delicious too.”
(‘Grumpily’ producing startling images, thanks George.)
One more before the day is done, this for Mr. Mings and his weekend tribute to the cat free zone. What’s not to love about a black faced sheep? Actually, they are not nearly as loveable when they wander into your abode, as one lamb did on a quiet morning while I sipped my tea. I found it standing in the middle of the coffee table, no doubt wondering about the odd grass underfoot, the strange slippery, flat hillock, and in all that strangeness, it left me some dark appreciation before joining its flock.
