Friday 5 April 2013
Thursday 7 March 2013
Wednesday 9 January 2013
Monday 3 December 2012
Monday 19 November 2012
St Clements, Rodel
Labels:
2010,
35mm,
cycle tour,
cycling,
harris,
hebrides,
photograph,
ride,
rodel,
scotland,
st clements,
west
Friday 9 November 2012
Love Cockenzie, pt. one
Labels:
2012,
35mm,
cockenzie,
east,
edinburgh,
longniddry bents,
photograph
Tuesday 6 November 2012
Lost hill
Labels:
2012,
35mm,
arthur's seat,
east,
edinburgh,
photograph,
regent road,
salisbury crags,
scotland
Friday 19 October 2012
Monday 15 October 2012
Moss of Cree
Labels:
2012,
35mm,
cycling,
galloway,
in the field,
moss of cree,
photograph,
ride,
scotland,
west,
wigtown
Thursday 6 September 2012
Thursday 30 August 2012
Friday 24 August 2012
Tuesday 21 August 2012
Friday 17 August 2012
De-tour
Labels:
2012,
35mm,
baile,
baile mhic' phail,
berneray,
cycle tour,
cycling,
hebrides,
in the field,
lingeigh,
loch bee,
loch bÃ,
north uist,
outer hebrides,
photograph,
photostory,
ride,
south uist
Tuesday 14 August 2012
Weekend of Summer
Labels:
2012,
35mm,
bruntsfield links,
east,
edinburgh,
in the field,
photograph,
photostory,
tyninghame
Wednesday 8 August 2012
Friday 20 July 2012
Kayaking
Shadowed by the policeman of a lingering pod of orca, shallow into the shore of an appointed camping spot. Being tail-flipped into a series of rollicking capsizes by a playful dolphin, off the rocky extremities of Cape Wrath.
Two anecdotes told with relish by a consummate storm-going veteran of the outdoors.
He'd rounded our tents as we packed up for the early ferry. What time did it leave? We shared our journey in German and English, back from Castlebay, through Oban to Glasgow.
I asked whether he had ever written about his experiences. No, only his log books. There were other writers.
Some refuse to accept the wild sea and land as unwelcoming realms, but respectfully occupy their own place amongst other creatures and weather fronts.
We fixed his phone and I gave him a postcard drawn at Howmore a few days before.
Two anecdotes told with relish by a consummate storm-going veteran of the outdoors.
He'd rounded our tents as we packed up for the early ferry. What time did it leave? We shared our journey in German and English, back from Castlebay, through Oban to Glasgow.
I asked whether he had ever written about his experiences. No, only his log books. There were other writers.
Some refuse to accept the wild sea and land as unwelcoming realms, but respectfully occupy their own place amongst other creatures and weather fronts.
We fixed his phone and I gave him a postcard drawn at Howmore a few days before.
Friday 13 July 2012
Thursday 12 July 2012
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