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Month: March 2018

The dance of renewal, the dance that made the world, was always danced here at the edge of things, on the brink, on the foggy coast.

~ Ursula K Le Guin

Watching the Weather

It’s not hard to take photographs here. The combination of landscape and constantly changing light means the world presents itself to you photographically, over and over.

It makes photography easy to practice and I confess I can do it lazily here, with a phone that likes taking landscapes.

What the easy-ness is good for is that it makes you itch to get outside, to see more, to notice the light and the landscape in each and every weather. (I’ve never had a dog but sometimes I feel like I am out taking the phone for a walk, responding to its nudges, its insistence on being taken outside.)

Watching the landscape in different weathers is a good way to get close up and familiar with a place, to get to know it in different aspects, colours and seasons. It deepens your relationship with a place. It’s part of what makes you feel genuinely at home.

Here are a few of my weather watching photos from last week. Although it was bitterly cold, fortunately the snow passed us by.

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Lunch break, and the chance to breathe in air, coldness, light. A sudden splash of sunlight on the dark-cold water.

lunchtime sun

Driving back and forth all week I could see ice forming on the lochans, changing the colour and the texture of the water, deepening and darkening it, throwing up mad swirls, glinting in the late afternoon as the low sun caught a patch of ice.

The earliest I was free in daylight the day was biting cold with very little light but the ice-promise took me out regardless, still walking dislocated-gingerly, but out on the moor-path crunching ice puddles, regardless.

frozen loch

Although we had no snow to talk of, the hills are still snow-covered. You get to know them differently with this covering of snow and there are just so many times when the light falls on them, mesmerising. This outlook is just along the road. I don’t think I could ever tire of it.

snow on the hills

The wind is a near constant here. It was a cold morning at the beach today, too cold to linger with the wind off the sea, but I like the colours of the coldness in this shot, and the grasses in the sand dunes in the wind.

wind in the dunes, Gress beach

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