We arrived in London a week ago and, jetlagged and a little confused about driving on the left and how exactly one determines the speed limit, we made our way to Scotland’s Isle of Skye. It’s beautiful here – almost magical. It has some of the remoteness and magic of both Iceland and Newfoundland’s Fogo Island. We’ve spent our time exploring back roads and taking walks and, for a couple pleasant hours while taking refuge from the rain, which has been abundant, we toured the Talisker Distillery. The evenings are spent with good food in front of a roaring fire at the Sligachan pub, later drinking whisky and downloading photographs. And just as I feel like I’ve found my vision for this place, and something that might be mistaken for a creative groove, we’re packing up. Tomorrow we head back to Glasgow to find a replacement for the iPhone that got shattered when I slid on some rocks and landed on my ass (I’m fine, the phone is shattered to bits), then to the ferry that’ll take us to Northern Ireland for the next leg of the adventure.
These images are just sketches at this point. This place is super colourful, even when those colours are muted and soft, but strangely, so much of the work coming out of this time here, photographically, seems to be finding its best expression in black and white photographs.
See you in Ireland!
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