I have had another look through it today and found the following excerpt that I would like to share with you:
“There is no hill range of Scotland which varies so greatly in aspect as the Cuillin of Skye.
With the weather their mood changes suddenly. They smile or are sad; they frown and are terrible. The dun wind from the Atlantic reaches their blue, clear-cut spires, and immediately a mist curtain is drawn across them; before the coming of a storm they clothe themselves with the blue mantle of mystery.
Then there are days (and the day of which I write was one of them) when the Cuillin are alive with benign spiritual forces; when the hill silence tells of many wonderful things; when hill, sky, and ocean glow with life and energy.”
I am wondering whether words from this book might accompany my images for my Final Major project.
Gordon, S (1929), The Charm of Skye, Cassell, London