A harvest of light...

Hello again
The "far north" has a bad rap among people living further south. Well, if the following images can't redress that imbalance a wee bit...
We've had a couple of glorious days here in Oban and on the West Coast. Freezing cold, though (and I understand road conditions up and down the coast have been rather hairy. As I try to live a car-free life, it has not affected me but some of my friends have had to deal with the aftermath of accidents -- luckily only in the form of delays, detours, missed appointments, meetings and such).
Saturday saw me out and about, casting my "net" for some light-filled images. Here's my catch of the day:

Click on the photos above to see the snow-dusted hills and mountains to the north of Oban.

It was a still day, very peaceful out along the north shore of Oban, with the water lapping lazily about the bladderwrack exposed by the low tide.
Later I cycled up the glen to capture the last rays of the sun. I missed them, but the afterglow was just as stunning, and well in keeping with my mood:
Finally, nature's art:
See you again very soon, I hope.

Changing light

Hiya

Oban is at the edge of Europe, which means that the light changes almost constantly, often quite suddenly. For all the differences, it actually feels a lot like living in the Alps.
Mornings can be spectacular, with the sun lighting up the clouds from far below the horizon, long before it rises:
Later the same day, November 4, I photographed a tiny lenticular cloud hanging over Soroba (you'll probably have to click on the next photo to see what I'm talking about):
Just two minutes later it had blown into a vast arm reaching far inland, with cumulus cloud rising and billowing in from the west. Rain followed a little later, then sunshine returned and we actually had a beautiful, sunny day. Same today, when I took the next two photos:
By about 2:30, however, the rainclouds came in again, with sunlight struggling through
By the time I was ready to go shopping, a shower had wet the street. It was really just a shower, followed by a respite, then a heavy downpour, then another couple of dry hours. As I type, I can hear the raindrops hit a metal sheet inside the chimney flue behind my gas fire, which tells me it must be raining quite heavily just now.
Good night, have a good weekend.