It's October in the Highlands. Most days the skies are grey, the sheep behind the house hunch in drizzling rain and the boiler judders, struggling to keep a old, dark, stone house warm. And then there are days like this, when the sky is the coldest of blues, the light is as sharp as cut glass and our cheeks and fingers turn frozen pink as we explore and gather and collect and point and planes in the sky.
These pictures are gorgeous.
ReplyDeleteMy word. That *is* beautiful.
ReplyDeleteI'm learning to love autumn for that magic crisp light you talk about and even more for the twilights. Beautiful pics.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful pictures. I miss the Highlands.
ReplyDeleteThat first picture is amazingly, breathtakingly beautiful.
ReplyDeleteThank you for sharing.
but now i'm wishing you were still in glasgow so i could book bird & bear to take photographs of my kiddos. one day, one day.
ReplyDeleteWish I was there! Beautiful pictures!
ReplyDeleteHow gorgeous.
ReplyDeleteLonger hair and wellie boots. Tiny objects in small hands. So much to find out, to see, to do, to know. Magic years.
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