Location: Inchcolm Island, Firth of Forth, Scotland
Changes : Contrast
A long interruption due to internet connection problems. This should continue for the rest of the month
18 July 2007
Wooden Pier
Location: Inchcolm Island, Firth of Forth, Scotland
Changes : Contrast
A long interruption due to internet connection problems. This should continue for the rest of the month
19 June 2007
18 June 2007
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16 June 2007
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13 June 2007
Hallaig
Location: Hallaig, Raasay, Skye, Scotland
Changes: Contrast
Here is a poem attached to this place and its destroyed village (Poem by Sorley MacLean translated from the Gaelic by Seamus Heaney):
Time, the deer, is in Hallaig Wood
There's a board nailed across the window
I looked through to see the west
And my love is a birch forever
By Hallaig Stream, at her tryst
Between Inver and Milk Hollow,
somewhere around Baile-chuirn,
A flickering birch, a hazel,
A trim, straight sapling rowan.
In Screapadal, where my people
Hail from, the seed and breed
Of Hector Mor and Norman
By the banks of the stream are a wood.
To-night the pine-cocks crowing
On Cnoc an Ra, there above,
And the trees standing tall in moonlight -
They are not the wood I love.
I will wait for the birches to move,
The wood to come up past the cairn
Until it has veiled the mountain
Down from Beinn na Lice in shade.
If it doesn't, I'll go to Hallaig,
To the sabbath of the dead,
Down to where each departed
Generation has gathered.
Hallaig is where they survive,
All the MacLeans and MacLeads
Who were there in the time of Mac Gille Chaluim:
The dead have been seen alive,
The men at their length on the grass
At the gable of every house,
The girls a wood of birch trees
Standing tall, with their heads bowed.
Between The Leac and Fearns
The road is plush with moss
And the girls in a noiseless procession
Going to Clachan as always
And coming boack from Clachan
And Suisnish, their land of the living,
Still lightsome and unheartbroken,
Their stories only beginning.
From Fearns Burn to the raised beach
Showing clear in the shrouded hills
There are only girls congregating,
Endlessly walking along
Back through the gloaming to Hallaig
Through the vivid speechless air,
Pouring down the steep slopes,
Their laughter misting my ear
And their beauty a glaze on my heart.
Then as the kyles go dim
And the sun sets behind Dun Cana
Love's loaded gun will take aim.
It will bring down the lightheaded deer
As he sniffs the grass round the wallsteads
And his eye will freeze: while I live,
His blood won't be traced in the woods.
12 June 2007
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19 May 2007
In that Barn, where Something Lies Hidden under a Stack of Hay
Location: Glen Road, Islay, Scotland
Changes: Contrast, a very little
18 May 2007
17 May 2007
16 May 2007
Piercing the Heavens with a Blinding Flash
Location: God-forsaken road to a God-forsaken standing stone in a middle of a muddy field, by night, Islay, Scotland
Changes: Contrast, blurring
15 May 2007
14 May 2007
13 May 2007
Ardbeg
Location: Phonebooth at Ardbeg, Islay, Scotland
Changes: Contrast, little
It really was the only rain of the day.
12 May 2007
Le Téléphon
Location: Ardbeg, Islay, Scotland
Changes : Contrast, very little
Did not got in for pleasure to be protected from a passing shower and at the end, it proved to be a good idea photowise
11 May 2007
The Road with Three Whisky Distilleries
Location: On the road to Ardbeg, Islay, Scotland
Changes: Contrast
10 May 2007
09 May 2007
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07 May 2007
06 May 2007
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04 May 2007
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01 May 2007
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