Scotlands History
Featured Work
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Broken home by Ranald
An abandoned home, Strath Halladale, Sutherland, Highland. Featured in the “Scotland’s history” group. This was land cleared by the Sutherlands in the early part of the 19th century in order to put sheep on the land. Whilst this house probably just post-dates that time, it nonetheless symbolises the cruelty of the evictions. The following translation from Gaelic also sums up the strength of feelings towards those who carried out the dirty work, chief among them was Patrick Sellar: Sellar, daith has ye in his grip; / Ye needa think he’ll let ye slip. / Justice ye’ve earned, and, by the Book, / A warm assize ye winna jouk. / The fires ye lit tae gut Strathnaver / Ye’ll feel them noo—and roast forever. However, Scotland’s loss was many other countries’ gain, since plenty of those forced out left these shores for America, Canada, Australia, New Zealand etc etc etc. The poet Sorley MacLean wrote a poem about the clearances called Hallaig (translated from Gaelic below). Although Hallaig is on Raasay, where MacLean was born, it sums up the impact of the wider clearances. The window is nailed and boarded / through which I saw the West / and my love is at the Burn of Hallaig, between Inver and Milk Hollow, / here and there about Baile-chuirn: / she is a birch, a hazel, / a straight, slender young rowan. In Screapadal of my people / where Norman and Big Hector were, / their daughters and their sons are a wood / going up beside the stream. Proud tonight the pine cocks / crowing on the top of Cnoc an Ra, / straight their backs in the moonlight - / they are not the wood I love. I will wait for the birch wood / until it comes up from the cairn, / until the whole ridge from Beinn na Lice / will be under its shade. if it does not, I will go down to Hallaig, / to the sabbath of the dead, / where the people are frequenting, / every single generation gone. They are still in Hallaig, / MacLeans and MacLeods, / all who were there in the time of Mac Gille Chaluim / the dead have been seen alive. The men lying on the green / at the end of the house that was, / the girls a wood of birches, / straight their backs, bent their heads. Between the Leac and Fearns / the road is under mild moss / and the girls in silent bands / go to Clachan as in the beginning. and return from Clachan / from Suishnish and the land of the living; / each one young and high-stepping, / without the heartbreak of the tale.
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The Glen 1896. After the Rut his failure. by Kenart
Glen Coe, Highlands, Scotland. / /
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Selkie by AnitaInverarity
MYTHICAL MAIDENS SERIES The Selkie is a Scottish Water Sprite who splashes unsuspecting passers by from rock pools and lochs- she is mischeivous and alluring xx 4 sales to date- Matted Print and 3 Art Cards ORIGINAL SOLD 2008 / This series is still in progress Selkie is included in this great display of framed redbubble cards posted by Barbara Glatzesder- This pic won Mr. Baxters Buyers Booth Award Sept 09 /
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Wallace Monument, Stirling, Scotland by Mags Williamson
Chalk on A3 basic pastel paper
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Five Stones by Panalot
Part of the Brogar standing stone ring on Orkney Isles Scotland / There were 60 stones in the ring of which 36 still stand. The ring is 104 meters diameter and some stones are almost 4 meters tall. / 2500BC / Processed using photomatix. / Wide angle lens. Featured in Scotlands History Sept 2009
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Glen Affric by Bootkneck
Glen Affric / Glen Affric is a glen south-west of the village of Cannich in the Highland region of Scotland, some 15 miles to the west of Loch Ness. / The River Affric runs along its length, passing through Loch Affric and Loch Beinn a’ Mheadhoin (Loch Benevean). / It used to be part of the lands of the clan Chisholm. / The area is a Caledonian Forest Reserve, a National Scenic Area and a National Nature Reserve. / Often described as the most beautiful glen in Scotland, it contains one of the largest ancient Caledonian pinewoods in Scotland as well as lochs, moorland and mountains. / Affric Lodge, a mansion built as a hunting lodge, is located on a peninsula in Loch Affric, while a Scottish Youth Hostels Association hostel is further up the glen at Alltbeithe. / The glen is part of the Affric/Beauly hydroelectric scheme, constructed by the North of Scotland Hydro-Electric Board. Loch Mullardoch, in the neighbouring Glen Cannich, is dammed, and a 5km tunnel carries water to Loch Benevean, which has also been dammed. From there, another tunnel takes water to Fasnakyle power station, near Cannich.
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St Marys Cathedral by Panalot
This is St Marys Cathedral in Huntly Street Aberdeen. / Wide angle lens view processed using Topaz Adjust software / Sony A350 Featured in Scotlands History sept 2009
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Morar Sunset by scottnaismith
The sun setting over the Isle of Rum with the Isle of Eigg just visible on the left as seen from the Morar hotel. The silver Sands of Morar is one of my favourite, inspirational mainland Scotland locations. Oil on Canvas / original size 80×80cm
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the children o the mist by joak
The name given to the macgregors…stripped o thier land,belongins and even thier name…..but thier race was royal and thier spirit wis not crushed… time for another wee poem We’re the children of the mist with no land to call home, / descended from kings but destined to roam. / We were honoured in battle then hunted like game, / but the proof of our mettle is we’re still proud of our name. They outlawed our clan and the mode of our dress, / but we never measured allegiance by chance of success. / Some things we’re not proud of were circumstance led, / but what prince not a rogue to see his children are fed? Our friendship was valued by high born and low, / our steadfast belief earned respect from our foe. / No great castles had we and our numbers were few / but our clansmen before us kept our legacy true. / canny mind who wrote it
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Jura Sky by scottnaismith
The two peaks on the Isle of Jura as seen from the neighbouring Isle of Islay, Scottish Western Isles. Original size 50×50cm / Oil on Canvas
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The Avon Viaduct by Tom Gomez
The Avon Viaduct crosses the River Avon just outside Linlithgow Bridge, West Lothian Scotland. Linlithgow Bridge is dominated by this Viaduct which was constructed in 1840 to carry the main Edinburgh to Glasgow railway line across the valley of the River Avon to Linlithgow, which it still does today. The viaduct has 23 arches, a maximum height of 85 ft and is almost 900 feet long. Camera: Canon EOS 450D (Digital Rebel XSi in the USA) / Canon 18-55mm IS lens / Exif data from the JPG / F-stop f/3.5 / ISO 200 / Focal length 18 mm BEST VIEWED LARGER Three bracketed JPGs converted to HDR in Photomatix. Related shots can be found at: Lowland Scotland. Featured in : ImageWriting : 8 Aug 09 / Featured in : Scotlands History : 8 Aug 09 / Featured in : Stream Crossings : 16 Aug 09
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Wi Aye Thrash by Panalot
This is a working steam driven mill which would travel between farms in the Aberdeenshire area at harvest time in days gone by.The corn was collected in the sacks you see attatched to the mill and eventually taken to a miller who would grind the corn into flour. / Sony A350 / sony wide angle 11-18mm lens Featured in Scotlands History
Recent Work
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End of the day at Traigh Bhalaigh by Fraser Ross
A traditional Black House on North Uist in the Western Isles.
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The view from the Scotsman - B&W by Tom Gomez
Another attempt at something a little bit different for me. I generally stick to colour, but I thought I would try converting a few of my images into mono. The original colour version is below (click on the colour image to view it properly). This shot is taken from the North Bridge entrance to the Scotsman Building (once the headquarters for the Scotsman newspaper, but now the 5 star Scotsman Hotel). Looking past the City Art Centre on the left, to the Bank of Scotland Building with its distinctive green dome. Situated on the Mound, the former Bank of Scotland headquarters, now headquarters of the merged HBOS, has dominated the northern flank of Edinburgh’s Old Town for 300 years. The Bank of Scotland Building is an Historic Scotland Category A Listed Building (HB Number 28263). Behind the Bank of Scotland Building you can see a small part of the magnificent Edinburgh Castle on top of the rock. Edinburgh Castle dominates the city of Edinburgh like no other castle in Scotland, and Edinburgh Castle is unequalled in the whole of the British Isles. Over one thousand years of history sit on top of the famous Edinburgh rock. Camera: Canon EOS 450D (Digital Rebel XSi in the USA) / Sigma 18-200mm lens BEST VIEWED LARGER Three bracketed JPGs converted to HDR in Photomatix. Related shots can be found at: Edinburgh or you can look at all my HDR shots. Featured in : Cityscapes and City Skylines : 21 Nov 09 Click on the image below to view the shot /
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The Solace of Flight. by Kenart
Cullins, Skye, Hebrides, Scotland. / / Near the Northern island of the saint and the illuminated manuscript. I was told I like blondes but I’ve never been with one. But you were. Sitting, striking the arm of my armchair reading by the light of my very old lamplight and listening to the wind as it cried across the Viking Dun above the beach of the dead whales. Wondering about these islands that I’ve come to in latter times. The small one is Inch with my name. You were like the islands, blonde when I first knew you but not later. Perhaps you were elder races later, remember the red heron? / The red hill fox Tod comes down from beyond the wrecks this time in the evening and the grey ghost lady watches through reflections in the screen of this machine. Now there are enough clues to find this imrich should you wish to. The rabbits scream their death scream and good riddance to the too healthy heathen invaders. After visiting who would have thought of living here, except the rabbits. Cull when it is dark and when it is light it is always light. / The ancient still was still up in the rocks away from the revenue and the song of the isles. Not used now because the church car parks are much more full and skua sift amongst the town rubbish. The beach of Whiskey galore. / A Basking shark took the skin from my legs as the old man drank his poteen kept under the box in the stern of that other country. The blood seeped in pin pricks turning blue in the Erin green cold over the deeps. Towels for blood that was monks monthly girlish, they said and I did not believe them. / It has a collective strength to all but these but only if you do not take them too seriously. I’ve never been able to complete S because he is boring, or J’s Memory, Dreaming and Reflecting on it even though he is an archetypal hero. Although I have tried since I’ve been here and been there. / I walked down a jetty on the west coast of another country a lot like this and found Wittgenstein’s house living there and of all the surprises that was one that lived a loved along the riverun from swerve of bend to curve of shore. Nearby the whales made sausages for the Congo. Blood on the water of the Minch. / Distant times and relative pleasant times watching the seal life. Being able to identify most and record the drawings that I still have. Stinking in the Gannets. Screaming with the ghost Shearwater that frightened others who did not know. It was like a murder. Standing on the cliff watching the breakers and smoking a young boy perched in the rock chimney hundreds above the waves. Life was light and thinking was straight. The spiral was a symbol of humour and joy and you put leaves on it to show it growing. There was a spiral carved in a cave and hidden. We watched it and followed the lines with our pencils. It is still hidden and we were still following.
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End of the Day by Bootkneck
Portree has a harbour, fringed by cliffs, with a pier designed by Thomas Telford. / Attractions in the town include the Aros Centre which celebrate the island’s Gaelic heritage. The town also serves as a centre for tourists exploring the island. / The Royal Hotel is the site of MacNab’s Inn, the last meeting place of Flora MacDonald and Bonnie Prince Charlie in 1746.
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Kelso Town Hall by James Shepherd
Originally impressionism was that the colour should be dropped pure on the canvas rather than mixed on the palette. Today, now that we have so many new paints and mediums to work with, while the original concept of impressionism remains the same, styles and techniques have evolved. / My style of Impressionism embraces traditional painting. It is the evolution of impressionism that i am hoping to achieve, from the original traditional techniques of impressionist painting all the way to this modern impressionist digital art which can be stylized and painterly depending on my subject and mood. Digital painting is an emerging art form in which traditional painting techniques such as watercolor, oils, etc. are applied using digital tools by means of a computer, a digitizing tablet and stylus, and software. Digital painting differs from other forms of digital art, particularly computer-generated art, in that it does not involve the computer rendering from a model. The artist uses painting techniques to create the digital painting directly on the computer. / I create the painting, directly on my PC, by using a Wacom tablet, a stylus pen and ArtRage painting software. The Wacom tablet can be compared to a canvas or watercolor paper surface. The stylus pen is my paintbrush.
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Heights of Strange Perspectives by Kenart
Cullins, Skye, Hebrides, Scotland / /
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Inside the grounds of Edinburgh Castle. by Finobub
Taken june 09 while visiting Edinburgh. / NIKON D90 / Lens / AF-S DX / Nikkor 18-105mm f/3.5-5.6 G ED VR f/3.5 / 1/4000 sec. / ISO-1400 / +1 step / 18 mm / 3.6 / 27 / Edinburgh Castle is a fortress which dominates the sky-line of the city of Edinburgh, Scotland, from its position atop the volcanic Castle Rock. Human habitation of the site is dated back as far as the 9th century BC, although the nature of early settlement is unclear. There has been a royal castle here since at least the reign of David I in the 12th century, and the site continued to be a royal residence until the Union of the Crowns in 1603. As one of the most important fortresses in the Kingdom of Scotland, Edinburgh Castle has been involved in many historical conflicts, from the Wars of Scottish Independence in the 14th century, up to the Jacobite Rising of 1745, and has been besieged, both successfully and unsuccessfully, on several occasions. From the later 17th century, the castle became a military base, with a large garrison. Its importance as a historic monument was recognised from the 19th century, and various restoration programmes have been carried out since. Few of the present buildings pre-date the Lang Siege of the 16th century, when the medieval fortifications were largely destroyed by artillery bombardment. The notable exception is St Margaret’s Chapel, the oldest surviving building in Edinburgh, which dates from the early 12th century.[1] Among other significant buildings of the castle are the Royal Palace, and the early-16th-century Great Hall. The castle also houses the Scottish National War Memorial, and National War Museum of Scotland. The castle is now in the care of Historic Scotland, and is Scotland’s second-most-visited tourist attraction.[2] Although the garrison left in the 1920s, there is still a military presence at the castle, largely ceremonial and administrative, and including a number of regimental museums. It is also the backdrop to the annual Edinburgh Military Tattoo, and has become a recognisable symbol of Edinburgh and of Scotland.
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Fog in the city. by Derek Dobbie
Taken at dusk this is an image of a rather unattractive Glasgow City in Scotland. The sun was setting in the west creating a warm glow on parts of the city, the smoke from the chimney and the distant hils. Shot using my Sigma telephoto lens and canon eos 400d. 3 exp HDR image using Photomatix and S3. / anon EOS 400D. / 70-400mm Sigma lens. / AP mode.
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Just Received notification that Will has purchased an extra large canvas print 30 inches x 20 inches A Big Thank you to to Will and enjoy it when you have received the Canvas.
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The Season of High Colours Lingering. by Kenart
Cullins, Skye, Hebrides, Scotland. / / Humming the song through a feather in the mists of time. Mountains belonging to the sea. This could be a concept to consider once I get up there panting and wheezing. / Near, down from here is a fiord and a whaling station, blood on the sea. A slip way and a chimney that flourished because of soap men and no one seems ready to demolish. / Mountains above the sea, each reflected and sinking into deep. The whiskey beach is white and the waves are the colour of that car you used to have. A tennis court on a hillside with a mountain hare trapped inside surreal Ernst fencing. An island of rockets and asbestos. / Black Cock on little bonsai mountain lek attracting females; for the life of me I cannot think why they would be temptation impressed. Stag antler roaring and digging the mud, hanging like suicides from a bullish rough neck. Mist and mellow nonsense red with fly agaric poison and other wonderful words that sting the lips and deaden the mouth. / Mountains expecting the sea. Blue and grey multiple, Ariel, perspectives. Giving what they have in storms, to get it taken away anyway. A beach is a retired mountain wheezy whispering softly to its youth. Breeching and whale carving into dust. / The higher I go when depressions set in, the wetter I get. Now is that not something? Go higher to feel lower. My feet are wet in my old boots but I could care less. I’m still looking for old ghosts now on the knife edge and precipice. Go higher and bag all the top Monroes you can. / Pewter lake mirrors below and steaming mist rising from the streaming morning. A hag of peat that becomes difficult and them impossible causing a turn around much like some women. Saying one thing to the world, or at least this small part of it, and meaning another. / I would like to give up but I cannot. If I remember all this with clarity then I can draw when I am rested. In black pen so make no mistake I will make no mistakes. / The Ptarmigan are chirring and you can hear the wind through eagle pinion. A strange deer, not native, barks at me in disgust. Whatever am I to do with you? It says, you come to these mountain islands and get as far away from the sea, upwards as you can. As if that made sense. I thought getting high meant some other things from the past. / The last of the insects call from out the heather and the butterfly dies above it allowing its powdered power to settle gracefully upon your stretched out mind. Eerie eyrie’s sit on clefts covered in painted white marks that advertise death before winter. A fire in the distance disturbs the cause, because it is not alone and that is really how this works. The act of climbing a mountain is changed succinctly and dramatically by the act of observing the climb. / She left me and I left you and they are now together on this rather crowded emotional peak on a lie detector line. What shall we do if not hum the ending song said Sandy Denny in my ears.
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A Blessing of Light and Darkness by Kenart
Highlands, Scotland / /
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