Notes and Images from a Small Island (Practice 7 Day 8)

The weather forecast looks more hopeful with the sun just catching the tops of the bowing reeds, as I arrive at the loch, but a vigorous wind is blowing, and the noise is quite deafening.  As I become absorbed in my work and buffeted by the wind, the skies darken.

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.