When the sun shines in Scotland you get out there with the camera and shoot fast…..
The clarity of the light…….you can almost sense what it would be like to breathe in deeply……..fresh, but slightly chilled, with the aromas of farming….they’ve been muck spreading lately….. Sorry!
We’ve had a bit of a blast since then so the leaves have almost gone and we had rain: lots of it.
I wonder what’s just over that hill…….
This ancient tree stands by the Tungabhadra overlooking a bend in the river. Around it are the ancient monuments of Hampi.
Earlier I had witnessed the sacred washing of the temple effigy in the steadily flowing waters and now, with the procession returning, it was time to spend a moment in the shade of this revered tree. Here there was chai available to the passing pilgrims and tourists. Postcards too are just a few Rupees, and they provide a meagre income for the sellers, usually boys, seeking to build a business.
The scene almost looks like a film set, but its no painted backdrop, and this tree made a very welcome spot of shade after walking in the heat of the day.
Scotland may be our adopted home but home is where the heart is and this prospect is always a welcoming one when that familiar piece of landscape comes into view. Though only taken 12 days ago, the Autumn gales have done their worst and most of the trees are bereft of their leaves. Leaden skies have replaced the blue and it really feels that we are moving into those dark days of winter.
Today, after a rather late lunch, we drove down to The Doon, a small sandy beach that’s immediately behind that clump of trees on Saint Mary’s Isle in the centre of the picture. Today, though, we dressed in our fleeces and greatcoats against the blustery south westerlies; the first time since March that the weather has taken a turn for the worse. It’s rewarding that our photographic efforts can bring reminders of the good times.
As you can see, the 12th of October was a beautiful day with a stunning, clear autumn light. I was on my way to see my dear Mum and Dad, but had to stop both going and returning at the tiny village of Dundrennan where stands the remains of an abbey. In the coming days I hope to show an assortment of these images. I played around with the viewpoint and with the best way to present this particular shot. I don’t think the composition quite works but the sky was so good that I just had to use it.
So tangible and tactile: rough bricks and cobblestones; wet paving and glass, and solids penetrated by volumes, some dark and mysterious, leading who knows where, some glowing with illumination and cinnamon cakes or soft cuddly behind ancient glazing bars. It’s nearly closing time in Rumors and The Shepherd’s Purse on Church Street, Whitby.
I love the quality of light at this time of the year and with dew on the grass, a low sun creating long shadows, and the colours of autumn; this scene of a few sheep, a tussocky meadow and some cranky old trees is transformed into an idyl of autumn.