The past couple of weeks, it seems that the days have been lengthening more noticeably and we’ve been treated to the most intense blues, violets and a clear, sharp, silvery light. The sun is still low in the sky, but with each day, it sets just a bit further to the north, behind the hills above Portree on Skye.
This low light casts long and sharp shadows, delineating the old bones of the hills around us, its growing warmth coaxing the deep russet tones from the sleeping bracken and heather on the lower slopes.
Something about this dramatic, low light seems to emphasize what reverberates so deeply within me about this place: the landscape here hasn’t been altered in several millenia…. and this is soul-soothing to know and to see, in these troubled, mad times.
Please scroll down to see more photos taken here this last week.
The Old Man of Storr, on Skye, seen from our beach here in Wester Ross.
The village of Gairloch.
Long Island, from above Badachro.
Baosbheinn and the hills of Torridon.
Slioch, as seen from the croft.
The Trotternish peninsula, from our beach.
At low tide, you can walk out far enough to catch sight of the Cuillin on Skye.
Mist, curling its fingers over the tops of the Quiraing, above Staffin, on Skye.