A vibrant bright rainbow above Loch Tay, Perthshire
By Rosslyn Chapel Scotland /
Every year Edinburgh has a spectacular Fireworks display to mark the end of the famous Fringe Festival. This photo captures some of these fireworks to mark the closure of the 2008 festival. Please check out my other photo in this series:
A fab location for some Autumn colour.
Evening in Glen Aylish / ! /
Taken on a beautiful early summers morning in Glencoe looking out over Loch Leven. I was in heaven .
This fishing hut can be found at St Abbs Harbour near Eyemouth. Please read the parking regulations carefully if you decide to visit. /
Morvich Highlands Scotland. / /
Black Cullins Skye Scotland / /
Above Morvich Highlands Scotland / /
Oil on Canvas / Original size 60×90cm “Iona is a small island in the Inner Hebrides of Scotland that has an important place in the history of Christianity in Scotland and is renowned for its tranquility and natural beauty.” / Wikipedia SCOTT NAISMITH WEBSITE
Highlands, Scotland / / /
Towards the Black Cullins, Skye Scotand. / / /
Original size 30×30cm / Oil on canvas. Boats at the harbour of a small island facing Oban on Scotland’s West coast. ScottNaismith.co.uk
Western Isles, Scotland / / /
Glen Coe, Highlands, Scotland / /
Completed 2006 / Oil on Canvas / Original Size 60×120cm ScottNaismith.co.uk
Eilean Donan. Road to the Isles, Highlands, Scotland / /
Had to revisit the image again. There were a few things that I wanted to change…...so I did. Now I’ve reposted. Added the Stereophonics track because of what Strathfarrar means to me. I don’t think there’s a day or week when I don’t wish I was there….it is almost like home. Maybe tomorrow…........ A typically dark sky in Scotland with rain threatening but then the clouds open unexpectantly, bathing the valley with soft light and lighting up the River Farrar as it meanders its way through. What a sight! When you get light like this, it makes the journey worthwhile. It is almost like the light is pouring over the hills and cascading into the valley floor like the new rains filling a dry river bed. It is one of those moments that stays with you and gives an almost tangible feeling when you look back at the image captured. A special time, indeed. BEST VIEWED LARGE
Original size 30×30cm / Oil on Canvas ScottNaismith.co.uk
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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