Friday, 15 March 2013
Wednesday, 6 March 2013
Monday, 4 March 2013
Back at the Storr
Isle of Skye, Scotland.
"Another shot from a wonderful sunrise at The Old Man of Storr. This one is taken from a mound on the eastern side of the footpath to the summit of The Storr. Here, the Old Man stands proud with a glorious view of The Cuillin behind. On this particular day, the early morning light was especially dramatic." – Marcus Reeves
Dawn in Assynt, Scotland
"Beautiful but cold morning in the North-West Highlands. This picture was taken from the top of Canisp with the sun just about to rise in the East. Behind me, in the West, Suilven was hidden beneath heavy clouds and fog." – Svensi
Thursday, 28 February 2013
Friday, 22 February 2013
Loch Droma, the new dawn
"Day 1 of my Inverpolly & Assynt photographic workshop and we were faced with an unexpectedly and stunningly amazing sky. As one would expect, this first encounter with nature's amazing performance put us all in a mood for some extraordinary photography." – Dimitri Vasileiou
Lone Tree
Alone in a vast landscape, forgotten by the forest, stands a tree...
Bridge of Orchy, Highlands, Scotland.
Tuesday, 12 February 2013
Thursday, 7 February 2013
Last light, a winters eve
"Sunset from Kinlochleven, The Highlands, Scotland
From my trip last week up to Scotland; I'd not taken the camera out that bag on the previous day. The light was that grim. So after a fairly acceptable sunrise and the forecasts looking rubbish for the following days I reckoned this would be my last opportunity.
As I began my ascent from the shores of Loch Leven a band of cloud was moving in from the East. The battle was on. What would happen first? Would the clouds move too far West by sundown obscuring the the sunset resulting in a wasted hike or would they light up with some magical light.
After reaching my vantage point and sitting around and enjoying my hot flask and a bite to eat for a couple of hours it looked like we were in for the latter. Three other walkers had already gone past on their way home and I had what felt like all the highlands to myself. The snowcapped hill tops, a brisk Scottish wind and suddenly the magical elusive light."
– Alasdair McIntosh http://www.amcintosh.com