The wind is bitter and I make a mental note to wear a hat and gloves and bring coffee next time, as winter draws in. . .
I move further down the loch and the wind gusts are violent. The noise is intense! I set up my tripod between two car doors to shelter with my camera. A sudden loud noise overhead startles me as the RAF fly low over the loch. The surface of the water is being whipped up and I change to single shots and experiment with slow and fast shutter speeds.
As I reflect on this morning’s practice, I remember a much sunnier day in August when I walked along the old Marble Line way above the loch. As I walked, I took some images to show how the loch is nestled in the topography of the area and its proximity to the Red and Black Cuillin.