Wouldn’t you like to work in such an impressive, stately building?
I created this image about a year ago. It is really three photographs merged together as a panorama wrapped round a cylinder. A version taking away any perspective is shown later.
When Black Lives Matter hit the headlines again last month, I looked back on this image in a different light.
Continue reading “Greenock Customs House”“There was something awesome in the thought of the solitary mortal standing by the open window and summoning in from the gloom outside the spirits of the nether world.”
Arthur Conan Doyle
Some of the amazing Victorian architecture on the Roseneath Peninsula, Argyll and Bute.
Continue reading “Victorian Gothic”
Loudoun Hill is a volcanic plug situated in East Ayrshire, near the town of Darvel. Certainly not the highest hill, but it nevertheless towers over the valley of the River Irvine, and eyes are always drawn to it. Popular for walking, hiking and rock climbing, it’s also a great subject for landscapes in the locality. I’ve photographed it several times – it’s a dramatic sight when snow-covered – but here it is in late October 2019 when the vegetation was dying off and autumn tones were beginning to dominate.
Continue reading “Loudoun Hill – landscape”I’d love to say I intended this shot, but I was simply taking a portrait shot in very dull light when the wee bird took off. It flies in the face of the ‘rule’ that every nature shot should be as sharp as possible right across the bird. But it gives me ideas about what can be done with a slowish shutter speed to add a bit of dynamism.
Another Robin photoI was frustrated early on, as I could see nothing at all new through my lens. Then the reds and oranges bled out to the west, leaving that deep blue velvet stretched over our heads with bright stars skinkling through. The frustration drained away, and I felt warm, consoled, and somehow safe.
Soon, those dark strangers were potential friends, and silent shadows hid no threat. My mind freed up to see in different light, as new colours blossomed in the night and lights became the nibs of pens.
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Through the glass beyond the trees;
Into the cave under the sea;
Out on the island, blown by the breeze;
Beyond tomorrow, what will you see?
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