It is Week 2 Day 1 of the time working intensively on my photographic practice, with the intention that its direction will inform my thinking and research efforts.
A truly different day today. As I make my way along the single-track road to the loch, I notice that Beinn na Caillich (one of the Red Hills that dominate the skyline in south Skye) has the lightest sprinkling of snow on the very top and the temperature gauge in the car is dancing precariously close to zero.
I decide to walk in a northerly direction around the small hill above the loch. The ground is churned up by the endless stream of passing sheep, however the path is partially covered by reeds from the loch, put there to soak up the water. The sun is the brightest I have seen since starting my project and I capture a few shots of the warm light resting on the tops of the reeds. In spite of the sun, it is freezing and after only a few minutes it goes dark and the heavens open. The wind is driving hard across the loch and I soon get wet and cold. I take a few shots of the surface of the water that is very choppy and dynamic.
I have little opportunity to take images of the reeds as the rain is driving straight at me. I have to wait a long time for any respite in the weather conditions by which time I am very cold. I do not wish to waste my time, so I retrace my steps along the northerly shore taking images as I go.
The loch and the reeds have taken on an almost monochrome palette reflecting the sky above. I sneak a peek at my efforts, and they appear like charcoal or pastel drawings. A rather different aesthetic to those I produced last week.