Cascades from the Black Cuillin above, frothing through the gabbro and basalt, following a relentless journey forging channels into the rock. The spray sparkles as the water makes its way to Loch Sligachan.
It reaches the bottom of the falls and creates a marble surface as it speeds over grey, blue, green and gold tinged rocks that have lain in the same place for many years, unable to break free.
The patterns and shapes created by the water are endless and ever-changing.
As I leave, the skies overhead turn grey, the water is lifeless, leaving no traces of the kaleidoscope of colour hiding below. The power of light . . .
Excerpt from my Journal – Sligachan, Isle of Skye, 14 April 2021
My name is Alison Price and for the past ten years I have travelled the world photographing wildlife, including Alaska, Antarctica, Borneo, Botswana, the Canadian Arctic, Kenya, Rwanda, South Africa, Zambia and Zimbabwe.