Tag Archives: golden hour
Late sunbeam harvest Drinking up the golden light Each seed holds a dream Taken as the sun sank into the Cairngorms in the middle of the Scottish highlands.
Summer lovin’ Bastet style. Nobody soaks up the suns heat as stylishly as cats, and our Bengal positively shimmers in the solar heat. The Egyptians worshiped cats, and cats worship the sun. Perhaps they have a drop or two of … Continue reading
Sometimes the world is so crowded with beauty that it’s hard to breath. The heat and the light Burn until we crave shade to Sup rose water dew.
There’s an almost mythical island which you may have heard of, drifting to the west, dipping in and out of view. Here the clouds and mountains mimic each others shapes, merging sky and mountain into an impossible tantalising illusion. Some … Continue reading
Back in Edinburgh I’m dreaming of Plockton already. The wonderful clear light and picturesque reflections make it on of the prettiest villages in North West Scotland. It’s an artists and photographers dream, and they have been flocking to Plockton for … Continue reading
Late Light over Skye
When you visit Lochalsh and Skye one of the first things which will steal your artistic heart is the light quality. The clear air and the water all around, bounce this light in fascinating and incredible ways, leading to beautiful … Continue reading
Glowing petal cups Gathering light and pleasure Filling gaps in time Endless childhood play Between hay and buttercups Before dreams shatter Soft breeze stirred fields sway Golden butter loving chins Laugh while poison grows
It was the end of another beautiful Scottish day, and the waves lapped lazily in soft sights onto the beach. They could hardly summon the energy to move even the tiny white shells which lay in drifts across the pale … Continue reading
Falling from cracked clouds Sunbeams spotlight mountain spines Spilling golden dreams
It was one of those rare moments in life where nothing feels real, and yet in the same instant life burns hot and sharp through veins and eyes. The utter beauty and haunting stillness of the shimmering light caught my … Continue reading