Iolair-Bhara
Binnein Mòr
Those of you familiar with my photostream will recognize this particular morning; several images from it having been uploaded in the past.
The struggle to gain altitude in challenging conditions sometimes repays handsomely; my own gargantuan effort that morning, rewarded by 10 minutes of unspeakable beauty, must go down as a lottery win in matters regarding worthwhile exertion, however. Off all the stand-out memories in decades of hill-pilgrimage, this has to be a defining one.
This 'could' have been my favourite photo of the 2017/18 winter; however, difficulties experienced that morning concerning in-camera condensation necessitated a great deal of post-'repair' &, as such, it only ever pains me to look at it now. The remnants of a remarkable 'moment' are still fairly obvious, & it probably deserves an appreciative audience, so despite my personal love/hate relationship with it (& a couple of months of humming & hawing), I'm offering it now in the realization that to conceal such a wondrous vision - however flawed it may be - could be regarded as unforgivable on my part. I'm sure enough of you are receptive to the transitory visual miracles of fine deep winter light & it's effect on our Highland hills for this submission to be justified.
P.S. In a rare moment of photo-narcissism, I've left 'myself' in the image. Shoot me down in flames.
Binnein Mòr
Those of you familiar with my photostream will recognize this particular morning; several images from it having been uploaded in the past.
The struggle to gain altitude in challenging conditions sometimes repays handsomely; my own gargantuan effort that morning, rewarded by 10 minutes of unspeakable beauty, must go down as a lottery win in matters regarding worthwhile exertion, however. Off all the stand-out memories in decades of hill-pilgrimage, this has to be a defining one.
This 'could' have been my favourite photo of the 2017/18 winter; however, difficulties experienced that morning concerning in-camera condensation necessitated a great deal of post-'repair' &, as such, it only ever pains me to look at it now. The remnants of a remarkable 'moment' are still fairly obvious, & it probably deserves an appreciative audience, so despite my personal love/hate relationship with it (& a couple of months of humming & hawing), I'm offering it now in the realization that to conceal such a wondrous vision - however flawed it may be - could be regarded as unforgivable on my part. I'm sure enough of you are receptive to the transitory visual miracles of fine deep winter light & it's effect on our Highland hills for this submission to be justified.
P.S. In a rare moment of photo-narcissism, I've left 'myself' in the image. Shoot me down in flames.