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The Wailing Widow falls in Assynt Scottish Highlands. A 15 meter drop from Loch na Cainmhich makes for a very impressive Waterfall.
Just a short scramble from the parking spot, tucked away nicely on the way to Assynt from Unapool is this awesome waterfall
what is left of King Herod's Temple. Here people go to pray, men and women seperately. Some write down their innermost
on paper and put it in cracks in the ancient temple wall.
Time passes slowly here on the grounds of a former state hospital for the incurable insane. Long forgotten by a busy world, these humble people lie resting from their labors and torments awaiting the dawning of another age. The wind blows softly through the grass as the summer insects begin to sing a chorus with their beautiful songs. Perhaps they remember the events that unfolded here so long ago. A mute man whose name nobody knew used to hand dig these graves. Eventually he was given the name A. Bookbinder because of the work he did at the hospital of rebinding books. Old Book, as he was affectionately called by the doctors and nurses of the asylum, was in the habit of laying his shovel aside as they interred a body and he would begin crying profusely and wailing aloud for the deceased as he leaned against this old elm tree. The day eventually came when Old Book himself died and was laid to rest. As they lowered the casket into the grave the multitude standing by in reverent silence saw an apparition suddenly appear leaning against the old elm … it was wailing. Over the years many people have claimed to hear the sound of someone wailing when visiting the graveyard. Old Book is still crying for the hapless people buried here.
I've struggled with these falls in the past, and as I was in the area I thought I would give thme another go. These are the Wailing Widow Falls near Unapool and are quite accessible as they are only a short distance off the main road north from Ullapool.
However, try as I might I couldn't get a shot I was happy with. This time round I tried various filters and exposures but still not right. So, having looked around at what other people were up to on Flickr, I thought I would try a high contrast B&W and also change the format to a square.
See what you think.
Samsung NX1 & Helios 44-2 - 58mm f/2
10mm Macro Tube | Wide Open | Manual Focus | Available Light | Handheld
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Film type: 135.
Film name: Fomapan 100@200.
Developer: D-76.
Developer dilution: 1+3.
Developing time: 18'30".
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Scanner manufacturer: Epson.
Scanner model: Perfection V550 Photo.
By way of a change, here's a reworking of a shot from a couple of years ago.
These are the Wailing Widow Falls near Unapool and are quite accessible as they are only a short distance off the main road north from Ullapool.
I've struggled to get a result I liked from these falls, but I've borrowed from other Togs techniques and have tried a bit of darkness and high contrast. See what you think.
The Three Sisters of Glencoe. In the shadowed heart of the Highlands, where the wind moans like a grieving widow, the Three Sisters of Glencoe rise in eternal mourning. These steep, brooding mountains—Aonach Dubh, Beinn Fhada, and Gearr Aonach—have long stood watch over the glen, ancient sentinels carved by time and sorrow. But none weep so deeply as they did in the winter of 1692.
The tale begins with betrayal, masked in the warmth of hospitality.
The MacDonalds of Glencoe, a fierce but proud clan, had welcomed Captain Robert Campbell of Glenlyon and his red-coated soldiers into their homes during the biting days of February. For nearly two weeks, they broke bread together, shared whisky by the hearth, and offered the sacred Highland hospitality—an unbreakable bond.
But under the snow-laden silence, the Three Sisters stirred restlessly.
Each night, Aonach Dubh, the eldest and darkest of the sisters, whispered warnings into the whistling winds. Her cries echoed off the stone, chilling the hearts of ravens and deer alike. Yet the people heard only the lull of winter.
Beinn Fhada, the middle sister, dreamed uneasy dreams of red snow and broken kin. Her slopes trembled slightly, dislodging icicles like falling tears, but still, none understood.
Gearr Aonach, the youngest, watched in silent dread as the soldiers sharpened blades behind closed doors.
Then, on the dawn of February 13th, the sky itself refused to rise.
The massacre began while the clan slept, their trust betrayed by those they had called guest. The Glen turned crimson, the snow no longer white. Thirty-eight men were cut down, and others fled into the mountains, only to perish in the storm.
It’s said the Three Sisters keened that morning, their howls twisting through the glen like banshees of old. The wind turned to wails, and the earth wept blood. The mountains, unable to stop the slaughter, etched the memory into stone.
From that day, the Three Sisters became dark in spirit as well as shape—forever tied to the sorrow of Glencoe.
To this day, travelers say if you walk the pass alone and pause in silence, you may hear their voices in the wind, whispering of betrayal, grief, and a trust broken under a Highland sky.
They are not merely mountains.
They are mourners.
And they never forget
One of Scotland's most stunning natural waterfalls, the Wailing Widow Falls has a fifty-foot-high drop down from Loch na Gainmhich.
These beautiful falls hiding on the burn that runs out of Loch Gainmhich, are quite impressive even when there isnt much water on them, like here. The falls are located just off the A894 about half way between Loch Assynt and the Kylesku Bridge. They are reached by a rough track through a narrow gorge from a small parking space beside the bend in the road. Its easier to find if travelling north as you pass the loch first then the road descends through a couple of tight turns. Not visible from the road.
A stunning but well hidden falls on the far north west coast of Scotland . You walk in though a gorge for approx 1/2 klm and at the far end are the falls
These falls are the out-flow from Loch na Gainmhich and can be accessed by a rough path beside the Unapool Burn from the A894.
A waterfall is a waterfall is a waterfall. Not a lot you can do that makes it different from anyone else waterfall shot but they are still fun to shoot.
Steel veins stretch across the dawn,
Steam sighs where the dark has gone,
Engines pulse with iron might,
Coal-fed hearts in morning light.
Old men board with hats pulled low,
Eyes like windows, soft and slow,
Hands of leather, soot and toil,
Dreams long buried in the soil.
The whistle wails a ghostly tune,
Underneath a yawning moon—
Past the fields and factory gate,
Time rolls on, but they still wait.
In clattering rhythm, work begins,
Where smoke and memory softly spin.
West Somerset Railway, Spring steam gala 2025.
A majestic 50ft waterfall in the Kykesku area of Scotland. This is a very moody place and I processed it to reflect this. I also replaced the sky as it was grey and boring. I hope you like the result.
The stony path leads past a jagged rocky outcrop into a deep ravine. Those who make it to its end are rewarded by a gigantic water feature. Like a veil reminiscent of a wailing widow – hence Wailing Widow Waterfall – the water plunges 30 meters into the depths here. In the process, it repeatedly hits jutting rocks or steps.