Photos and reflections from an edge place and moment
red fishing boat ripples snow on the Cuillin No tea room, but the hum of conversation of men in the back, their jackets luminous, waiting on the ferry. A line of gulls on the harbour wall, and one high above, circling. An engine hums. Diesel drifts across the stillness, a chain turning as the crane […]
There’s an hour before the sun goes down. A cloudy evening but from the shore at Tarskavaig I know the light will fade against the backdrop of the Cuillins, with Rum stretching out on the horizon. It’s a fifteen minute drive, the narrow road up over the moor, no other traffic tonight, pausing only in […]
Watching the course of a river, and learning about creative flow.
Watching the patterns and shapes of the sand on Talisker beach on Skye.
The mystery of not knowing. Inspired by misty days on Skye.
A prose poem inspired by the landscapes of Skye