I have shared this photo of ridgelines in Highland Perthshire before, in my essay “Trees, A Brief Personal History.” It is a favourite of mine, illustrating how Scottish weather, so oft-derided, can actually increase the beauty of a photograph. Being…
Now the season is shifting, and the insects no longer such an issue, I am back up the river for my dawn walks. I tried to take some photos on my phone for here, but they aren’t as sharp as…
These are not actually The Cliffs of Insanity, as everyone knows they are in Ireland. Or, really, they are in a book and a film, that portion of which was filmed over at Moher. Instead, these are the sea cliffs…
This is Stromness. More specifically, this is a path up the hillside, from near the harbour towards the primary school I attended, once upon a time. Stromness remains the only town or village I have ever felt close to calling…
It is that time of the year again, when I yearn to walk out into wild places and, especially, into the woods. The season seems to have suddenly changed here in Edinburgh, Summer closing her eyes and beginning to nod…
In my brief post about disappearing islands I mentioned circles in life — circles within circles, others hidden, only revealed later. A short while ago I snapped the photo of the spiral below, and shared it on twitter. It is…
As this is published I am sitting on a train heading south, slowly twisting through mountains towards my favourite city in (what is currently) the United Kingdom: Edinburgh. This, the capital of Scotland, has always pulled me. She is a…
A bit of a cheat this week, as I am including two photographs of the same landscape, but at different scales. This is the Flow Country, a huge area of blanket bog, covering much of Caithness and Sutherland; it is…
This photograph was (and probably still is) the most reblogged and liked on my tumblr account. I haven’t really used tumblr properly for some years now (which is scary, realising that it is now years). When I recently looked in…
In my experience, taking a decent photograph of a squirrel is never as easy as it should be. They, and particularly the ridiculously fast Scottish red squirrel, often turn into streaks of blurred fur. So I am a bit pleased…
