27 September 2008 @ 01:59 am
Since I am an honest person, let me tell you what Glasgow is not: It's not pretty.  It's grimy, messy, under permanent construction, and full of annoyingly beautiful young people in black leather (three Universities and several colleges). What is is though, is MAGNIFICENT. I'm in constant danger of tripping myself and others from looking up at the architectural details of the stunningly beautiful Victorian buildings. The museums are incredible. I've spent a whole day in the Kelvingrove, just walking about and gaping. The People's Palace has a fantastic photo exhibit of Glasgow in 1955. It was done by the local photo clubs to show a snapshot of what the city looked like. The photos arfe amazing, and form one of the most unique historical records I've ever seen.

And the people. Glaswegians are GRAND. Amazing. Friendly, funnny, sweet -- everything you can think of. And, OMYGOD, the champion shoppers of the Universe! It was a bank holiday today and Buchanan Street looked like a combination of a rock concert and a coronation. I took pictures, because I don't think my friends will believe them if I don't have proof.

Tomorrow I'm taking a train out of here and heading off for the photo workshop. I will really miss this city!
12 June 2008 @ 09:59 pm
Have you ever visited a place that was exactly as you had pictured it yet was full of surprises? Alaska was that for me.

Small flowers colonizing a glacier's terminal moraine:
Fireweed Colonizing the Moraine

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26 May 2008 @ 09:31 am
This is my favorite place in the whole world: An t-Eilean Sgitheanach, the Winged Isle, Eilean a' CheĆ², the Isle of Mists, Skye. The largest of the Inner Hebrides, where the forbidding Black Cuillin wait patiently for the unwary or reckless climber and the softer, gentler Red Cuillin with the perfect cone of Glamaig at one end cast shadows on the surrounding lochans. It's a place of austere, spare beauty, like most of the Highlands, but there is a special magic here, something to do with light and shade and mist.

This is one of my favorite places in Skye: the old stone bridge near the Slighachan hotel, looking towards the Red Hills. On the left, the mountain with the sharp bump is Marsco: God says if I take a good enough picture of it, He'll give it to me. 
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