Here follow some impressions from a day trip north. Icy but still. Perfect conditions to document a phenomenon that I didn't know before I came to these parts.
I recently tried to describe to my father the way the ice folds around the stones along the shores of a Scottish sea loch when the tide goes out. Well, yesterday I had the chance of taking some photos to illustrate precisely this phenomenon when a friend took me along for a drive north towards Glen Coe and Rannach Moor. A very cold day and not as clear as we had hoped, but still...
I took over a hundred photographs trying to capture the vastness of that high plateau. Will I ever revisit to walk it? Or, better still, explore it by canoe? Because it is a treacherous vastness, an intermingling of moorland, bog, water. Or should one just stay away to let nature -- birds, rare plants -- have a bit of peace in this world where we humans encroach on just about everything?
