I am feeling very deflated by the weather on Skye. For a few weeks, it has been dull or raining and often both. And I would be the first to say that I should be out there whatever the weather. However, to be honest, I would prefer a howling gale or heavy rain. The skies are white without definition and the landscape looks sad – overwhelmed by the monotony of nature. Having said all this, I feel that I should embrace what nature has to offer and given that this type of weather is commonplace on Skye then it must contribute to the Island’s essence. But how to capture it?
I venture down to the Black Cuillin that are shrouded to almost ground level in monotonous white mist. I return via the lone silver birch and its leaves are limp and lifeless in the gloom, so I pass on by. I decide to stop at Loch Cill Chriosd and its environs to capture some details of nature.
I am initially drawn by the small coppice of silver birch trees and half-heartedly play with multiple exposures. I think you can almost feel my forlorn mood in the images – mediocre at best.
Metaphor 31 – Alison Price, October 2021
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I return to the reeds and the water is very still but there are some interesting reflections which provide me with a few images that look like charcoal drawings.
Metaphor 34 – Alison Price, October 2021
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Here’s hoping for inspiration or a glimmer of sunshine tomorrow . . .