History scotland
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Hadrian’s Wall, summer 2007
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A little slice of the history of Edinburgh, the Governor’s House on Calton Hill in Edinburgh. / Looking quite medieval, this is actually an early 19th century structure, the remains of the old Calton Gaol, a prison that was once on the historic hill. / Atmospheric evening fog and illumination came together to make this something special. Available as cards and a variety of prints – if interested in cards, on the preview page, please try with “black backing” as the artist intends.
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Gran loved to have flutter on the horses, and here she is studying the racing pages. I don’t know how she managed to read them as she had cataracts at the time. Sheer will-power, I suppose. One of the very first shots I took with a pre-war Leica IIIb which I had saved up for from my pocket-money. Was 19 years old at time. I lke the Rembrandtesque lighting – natural light from the window. This would be 1960.
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A Reposting /
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I forget the exact location but I spotted this dwelling on my travels in Scotland. It seemed as though it was only in need of a bit of TLC so I asked a couple of locals if it used to be an Inn or parish building. The reply was, “no, just a house”, and then they locals turned and left without another word…..............Almost as if there was some mystery surrounding it that they didn’t want to talk about…...........hence the title Unloved Canon 350D 18-55 IS Tonemapped
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Another view towards Loch Torridon
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Sir William Wallace was a Scottish knight, landowner, and patriot who is known for leading a resistance during the Wars of Scottish Independence. Along with Andrew Moray, he defeated an English army at Stirling, and became Guardian of Scotland, serving until his defeat at the Battle of Falkirk. After several years in hiding, Wallace was eventually found in Scotland and handed over to Edward I of England, who had him executed for treason. Wallace was the inspiration for the poem, The Acts and Deeds of Sir William Wallace, Knight of Elderslie, by the 15th-century minstrel, Blind Harry and the 1995 film Braveheart.
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See extra large view here Close of day at a misty Castle Moil. The present structure is of late 15th or early 16th century construction. This is supported by historical documents and carbon dating. In 1513, a meeting of chiefs was held here and they agreed to support Donald MacDonald as Lord of the Isles. The last occupant of the castle was Neill MacKinnon, nephew of 26th chief of the clan (c. 1601). The castle occupies a headland above the village of Kyleakin facing the village of Kyle of Lochalsh across the Sound. It is a simple rectangular keep of three stories. The unexplored basement level is filled with rubble and other debris and is believed to have contained the kitchen. The visitor today enters on the main level where the public dining space would have been. Stairs would have led up to the private apartments above. The castle is nearly completely ruined. In 1949 and 1989 parts of the ruins broke away in storms. The remaining ruins have been secured to prevent further deterioration. No excavation of the ruins has been carried out, or is planned.
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This shot was take last year in Edinburgh. The sky was boring, so I played about in postprocessing, and ended up with this watercolour-like effect.
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Looking out from a replica iron age round house* in glentress forest outside peebles in the lovely scottish borders on the site of a settlement dating back 1900 years…. ... The bench is well sited to take in this captivating view across the tweed valley. Taken Jan 09 with an Olympus SP560UZ f/8 1/250 sec ISO-200
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A special post for Mike winner of my recent bubble jeopardy / who loves this place and its history So apologies for the repetition but this it the view (again!) from the iron age hillfort outside Peebles in the Scottish Borders only moments after cademuir hill as a bit of weather rolled in… Well done Mike (and Damien and Richie and everyone else who played a great game) Enjoy and check out the other pages for the history bits…... :))
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Another view from previous published. See extra large view here The castle is thought to have been constructed around 1590 by the Clan MacLeod family who owned Assynt and the surrounding area from the 13th century onwards. Indeed Sutherland, the area in which Ardvreck is situated, has long been a stronghold of the clan MacLeod. The most well known historical tale concerning the castle is that on April 30th 1650 James Graham, the Marquis of Montrose, was captured and held at the castle before being transported to Edinburgh for trial and execution. Montrose was a Royalist, fighting on the side of Charles I against the Covenanters. Defeated at the Battle of Carbisdale, he sought sanctuary at Ardvreck with Neil MacLeod of Assynt. At the time, Neil was absent and it is said that his wife, Christine, tricked Montrose into the castle dungeon and sent for troops of the Covenanter Government. Montrose was taken to Edinburgh, where he was executed on 21 May 1650, using the traditional method for traitors: hanging, drawing and quartering. Ardvreck Castle was attacked and captured by the Clan MacKenzie in 1672, who took control of the Assynt lands. In 1726 they constructed a more modern manor house nearby, Calda House, which takes its name from the Calda burn beside which it stands. The house burned down under mysterious circumstances one night in 1737. The castle is said to be haunted by two ghosts, one a tall man dressed in grey who is supposed to be related to the betrayal of Montrose and may even be Montrose himself. The second ghost is that of a young girl. The story tells that the MacLeods procured the help of the Devil to build the castle and in return the daughter of one of the MacLeod chieftains was betrothed to him as payment. In despair of her situation, the girl threw herself from one of the towers and was killed. The nearby ruins of Calda house are also supposed to be haunted. The legend says that the Mackenzie family organised a family gathering there one Saturday and that the celebrations continued past midnight into the Sabbath day. At some point a fire broke out, possibly caused by a lightning strike, and all the inhabitants perished as the house burned to the ground. The causes of the fire are uncertain, but inhabitants of the Assynt area state that it was a manifestation of divine wrath as the family had been merry-making on the Lord’s Sabbath day. Indeed, stories are told that there was a survivor of the fire, a piper who was spared the flames because he refused to play the pipes past the midnight hour. A number of ghost sightings have been recorded around the area of the Calda ruins, including that of a ghostly woman who haunts the site itself. Strange lights have also been seen there at night, and several people have claimed that they have seen car headlights approach them on the road there at night, but after waiting for the vehicle to pass, no car has appeared. Canon 40D 18-55 IS tonemapped
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Straight out of the camera, seriously it is. I’ve not used filters for years but I took a few shots recently using the old methods. / This is the result. This shot was taken in Glencoe a short distance from the Glencoe Visitor Centre. / There were a lot of murders in Glencoe, one of the most shameful moments in Scotlands History. / The Massacre Of Glencoe, In my humble opinion the blame lies with King William but history is a little cloudy on that issue & to be fair its complicated. There were many factors but when all is said & done its still a shamefull moment in our history. / The image is meant to be dramatic to convey the darker side of our past. /
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a highlanders spirit returns hame tae a burnin croft and his land cleared o people after culloden.. inspired by a wee poem i found in a book .. you say that you love scotland. have ye thought / that scotlands love must aye be dearly bought / she calls for deeds not words,she puts oan ye / a hard stern test tae prove yer love is true could you huv stood in line with those / who at culloden faced thier foes / your love for this dear land is it like thiers / a highland love,with which none else compares tis only in the language of the gael that you find words which rightly tell the tale / of love borne by these peerless men / to thier oown homes to thier own highland glen and yet unhesitant they left this all / at loyaltys insistant trumpet call / could you do this?if not be gone / scotland will never have you as its son andrew murray
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The Ross Fountain in West Princes Street gardens with part of Edinburgh Castle (the Hospital block) in the background. Cast near Paris, France in the Durenne ironworks in the early 1860’s. It was an exhibit in the Great Exhibition in London in 1862 and was purchased for Edinburgh by Daniel Ross a local gun maker and philanthropist. After much deliberation as to what to do with it, it was finally assembled in West Princes Street Gardens in 1872. The gold coloured iron structure shows a standing naked woman at the top surrounded by four more seated naked nymphettes representing the arts, science, poetry and industry. Below the first tier are a collection of mermaids. The celebration of the naked female is typical of classical French design, but it wasn’t appreciated by everyone, Dean Ramsay (1793 – 1872) whose church, St. John’s was nearby called the fountain “grossly indecent and disgusting”. The Ross fountain is now a Category B listed structure of historic importance (HB Number 27911) under the care of Historic Scotland. 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. In recent years there have been concerns about rocks falling from the cliffs onto the gardens below, so the rather ugly netting has been draped on the rock face. Hopefully, over time, it will weather enough to be less noticeable. Princes Street Gardens at the heart of Edinburgh’s City Centre were once a lake called Nor’ Loch. The Loch, which had been the trash dump of Edinburgh for centuries was drained in order to improve access from the New Town to the Old Town. Later, the Nor’ Loch was transformed into the beautiful Princes Street Gardens we see today. Camera: Canon EOS 450D (Digital Rebel XSi in the USA) / Canon 18-55mm IS lens / Exif data from the JPG / F-stop f/4.5 / ISO 200 / Focal length 37 mm 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 : HDR Photography : 1 Aug 09 Click here for a random page of photographs
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Eilean Donan, Road to the Isles, Highlands, Scotland / /
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Just off the Lawnmarket (a stretch of the Royal Mile in Edinburgh, Scotland) is Makars’ Court. Within the Courtyard is The Writers’ Museum which is housed in Lady Stair’s House (built in 1622 for Sir William Grey of Pittendrum). In 1719, the building was bought by Lady Stair. The museum is dedicated to the lives and work of Scotland’s great literary figures, including Robert Burns, Sir Walter Scott and Robert Louis Stevenson. Makars’ Court, which takes its name from the Scots word for a poet, is an evolving national literary monument in which inscribed commemorative flagstones celebrate Scottish writers from the 14th century John Barbour to Ian Crichton-Smith who died in 1998. New flagstones are added on a regular basis. 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: Edinburgh or you can look at all my HDR shots. Featured in : HDR Photography : 1 Aug 09
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looking South from the top of the Waverley Shopping Center at the East end of Princes Street in Edinburgh, Scotland, looking up to the Old Town. The buildings are typical of the Old Town tenements. Far too many of the unique buildings that once – literally – packed Edinburgh’s Old Town have been lost in the cause of “improvement”. But some of the original Old Town still remains, in the form of the dense pattern of wynds and closes that fall away either side of the Royal Mile, and, in a few cases, in the form of original surviving buildings. Camera: Canon EOS 450D (Digital Rebel XSi in the USA) / Sigma 18-200mm lens / Exif data from the JPG / F-stop f/5.6 / ISO 200 / Focal length 125 mm 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 : Unique Buildings Of The World : 5 Aug 09
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weary clans men gather oan culloden battlefield after the night march tae nairn went wrong….hing oan though who is the big handsome bloke in the middle wi the white shirt oan?..view large tae find oot!
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Torridon, Highlands, Scotland / / A Soft Caress of Welcome and the Scent of Old High Places. This spacious light was common in those days. A soft silk gossamer net that would have to fade to become mist. That would whisper across the glens in common history and Alexion’s gloaming myth memories. This and that would hide and seek, would become damp and shiver spider pearls from the Popish brown and purple of the mountain. Always catching the edge of a rough dress made from banned and ragged tartan. That would be secret sought for later remembered images and collapse in upon itself to find regional rural meaning. That would eventually create pictures that will hang in the hunting lodges of the rich and royal, in need of cleaning. It was morning fresh mood and midge covered evening in the latter end of Summer in the west. Alexion’s stories of the glen in her century. The Black house highland cow dung, black chicken pecked, villaged small secret world of the hidden and the regional self aware. The high views that were seen differently and with much less romance than now in this sad century. A wish to climb the highest in her remembered sight with the breathless wonder and detailed knowledge of the way down, but still not wanting to return to slavery. The stories mythical of a childhood in this fastness of black rock and crashing falling water. The black witch prediction watchfulness of a mother that did not care and besotted father who apparently did; but only in negative for his animals and the mountain at his back. The black seasoned preacher, with his genital showing perversion and stealing of nightgown righteousness. The light shafted mist that began and ended each short day of work. These were her words. These were the notes musical that tried to convince me of the strangely impossible. That fascinated my youth with such detail as to seem real and seen, experienced and happening then as even now. That to me were legends. That to her were as real as breathing. These she told across my neck lying sweat stuck together as we waited for our breath to come back from the past. That she shouted in her ghost voice to the moon and the unfaithfulness of man. Waiting for an explanation with hypnogogic understanding from me and extra detailed history from her. A soft caress of welcome and the scent of heather and old high places. The even softer accent of whispered clasping and spooned bodies that did not want to let go, no matter what forces were at play. Suppose you juxtapose this memory history with small, sweet sounds on the edge of hearing. Of cold softness, of the bed sinking from beneath and behind. Feeling the weight gradually, slowly filling. There are no sudden movements, only the gradual awareness of something else. Gradual and strange. A weight, a pushing back of the sheets. Of small arms across my chest. Very warm and pointedly aware of nakedness. The brushing of nipples across back and buttocks. There is always in this a smell, an evocative sense of something, somewhere else. Nothing I can usually or immediately resolve, but it comes anyway. I can remember every time a witches warmness moving slowly down my back, solar centring. Gathering around her madness and pulling me in. A prick scintillating pricking that does not feel like love, rising to a pointed word. The centre of a celtic spiral. This is far more than pleasure… She will then and only tell her stories, after the brief vicious coupling that rang in this present past with inexperience and needy solutions. That salty, like the sea, spurted with premature love and sang with unfulfilled hopes before we finished with each others thoughts and myths. / © 2009 Ken Simm.
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Suisinish is an abandoned village reached after a rough hour- long walk from Kilbride, near Torrin, Isle of Skye. / This old cottage is too modern to have been one of the dwellings where the folk were evicted to make way for the sheep, which were more profitable to the greedy landowners of the time. Many of the families were separated, and forced to emigrate to America, Canada, and Australia. / I cannot begin to feel their anguish. / There are many ruins scattered around the Brae (hillside), evidence of a thriving, close-knit community torn apart by human greed. Maybe this bulding was built early in the twentieth century, I have no idea and can find no information. / Back to the present….. / There was quite a wait for some usable light, a chilly fierce wind was blowing, rain was brewing, nothing new ! We sat in the shelter of one of those deserted ruins, eating a cheese piece, ( sandwich ) and a cheering cup of hot coffee from the thermos, reflecting on how ‘they’ lived then, compared to us nowadays, and watching the sheep that are now the only inhabitants of this beautiful place. / Rowan trees were planted in the belief they kept evil spirits away, and it is considered very bad luck to cut one down, even today ! This cottage is surrounded by them, I guess the magic didn’t work. A three shot HDR. CanonEOS 40D mounted on tripod, iso 100, auto wb, f22, RAW files converted in Photomatix, and touched up in Adobe CS3. / A little Orton also applied to ‘pop’ the texture of the stone. / A slight vignette added. FEATURED IN / http://www.redbubble.com/live-love-dream / AND / http://www.redbubble.com/groups/style-class-elegance / AND / http://www.redbubble.com/live-love-dream/featured_works / AND / http://www.redbubble.com/groups/mornings-and-evenings-sunbeams-storms SEE MORE OF MY ISLE OF SKYE SET….
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