Dreamy Day at the Coast

The sky is blue, the sea is calm, the air is pure. A heat mist obscures the distant shores. The temperature has risen – surprisingly so – unexpected for last April. Winter clothes are cast off. The scene sooths, uplifts. A day to be grateful.

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Ruins

Prompted by this week’s Monochrome Madness challenge titled ‘Ruins’, I’m posting to fairly recent images. The lead image above is of the famous Dunure Castle once the seat of the Kennedy family who ruled a large part of South-west Scotland.

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Encounter with Scotia’s Warriors

The pistol wasn’t loaded but I still felt a bit nervy taking the above image. These guys from Scotland’s Warriors are simply working to keep Scotland’s history alive. Their attire reflects that of the soldiers of the 1745 Jacobite rebellion; many wearing the blue bonnets, an ancient symbol of patriotism for their country.

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Lighthouses at Port Glasgow

Found ourselves sitting in Burger King with rain hammering on the roof and streaming down the windows. Thankful for the refuge and some warm coffee.

Once the brutal downpour had expended its energy, we found the waterfront here at Port Glasgow quite deserted. After the storm this was indeed a peaceful place.

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In the Pinkston

I’ve been lucky to have joined my camera club’s outing to the Pinkston Watersports Park in Glasgow on a evening when avid kayakers were practicing their supreme skills in guiding their crafts through tumbling white water. It was a great opportunity to get close to sports men and women with the camera, certainly better than travelling to the great competitions that take place on more remote venues on rivers in the Scottish highlands.

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A Moth’s a Moth for a’ That

Lead Image – Burnet Moth : Nikon D7500; Sigma 105mm Macro Lens; f16; 1/320sec; ISO640.

I don’t really like moths. I always remember them seeming to fly straight towards me whenever they get in the house; I didn’t like that. Moths would eat holes in my grandparents’ clothing and wardrobes smelled of naphthalene to eradicate the problem. Nasty!

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