..We went up to the top of the highest hill and stopped Still It was just so beautiful.. This is where the shadows come to play twixt the day And night Dancing and skipping Along a chink of light..
– Kate Bush ‘Somewhere In Between’
An uninspiring visit to one part of the west coast put me in the mood for a return to Portencross, further up the coast. It was getting late and the sun was soon to impale itself on the peaks of Arran before dying for another day; and as it did so, it threw the last light across the water, transforming and becoming like molten gold, caressing the large rocks of the shoreline and setting them ablaze.
I drove to one of my favourite locations this afternoon. Portencross is a tiny little hamlet on the Ayrshire coast, just along from Seamill. There isn’t really much there apart from a fantastic shoreline, a derelict pier and a recently renovated castle, originally built in the 1300s. Be that as it may, I seem to go back there time after time.
Today, I really wanted some long exposure shots more than anything. Usually I would photograph the pier and Northbank Cottage, once the scene of a very nasty murder. Today, it was the rocks, the crashing waves and the amazingly stormy sky.
As I stood looking out across the sea, there was a huge storm brewing above the Isle of Arran. In between rain storms, I managed to make a few images. This was my favourite amongst them. The exposure was around two minutes, which gave some lovely movement to the sky and to the water – although it may seem it was calm, it was anything but – the waves were ferocious; however, the long exposure has smoothed out the water and belies the reality of the scene.
I saw this little boat sitting in Maidens Harbour at low tide. I had the bright idea to photograph it up close and personal, which meant getting across the harbour. It seemed like a good idea. The reality, of course, was a little different. I had no idea the silt in a bay at low tide could be so treacherous – crossing it with some difficulty, I wondered if it was silt or quick sand as I lost one boot and my leg sank then stuck fast, shortly before I ended up sitting in the silt. And all of this, much to the amusement of several onlookers. Still, I got the picture.
I have a thing for clouds – I just love them. I love watching them, and I love photographing them. Each one is completely unique and never to be repeated. They are also incredibly beautiful.
This one was a fine example and I watched as it moved very, very slowly across the skyline above Gullane, on the East Coast of Scotland. I was captivated by it and wanted to make an image of it. The couple in the image were perfectly placed, I thought, and added a sense of scale to the scene.