In the winter, the sun rises over a row of larch trees, the same ones that shed their needles in autumn and turn the lanes orange. Their shadows stretch across the full length of our adjacent field until the rising sun clears their tops. By late November and early December the sun’s appearance coincides with mine so I am more likely to capture its arrival. From down here, the sun doesn’t seem to change but the skies it lights up are different everyday. These were taken a few days apart:
magic skies, Robin.
Thanks, Tish – “Good sky you’ve got here, Macintyre. Well done”
I have used that too many times before – I am becoming repetitive 🙂
Great quote though, from a great film which we watched again the other day. Never ceases to please.
I agree, it definitely stands the test of time. If you haven’t been, I strongly recommend Camusdarach where much of it was filmed … and Morar and Traigh (even if you don’t play the wonderful golf course 🙂 ) and Arisaig.
wont be bored of skies ever
Exactly so, never the same from one day to the next
Lovely! And the music is a nice bonus 🙂
Thanks Su – I should have said that the title of tat track “The sun’s coming over the hill” but maybe that’s obvious 😉
I really like that you have so much sky in your lovely shots, Robin.
Thanks Janet – the sky is ever changing while the earth-bound stuff stays much the same.
The movement of the sun, over the days, is much more pronounced in the north lands. Those burning skies are a nice welcome for your day, I imagine.
It certainly provides an incentive to get up – when it’s grey and damp I prefer to hibernate.
Glorious! 🙂 🙂 Peace and happiness in the year ahead, Robin.
Thanks Jo and likewise 🙂
Yes… indeed magic skies. Great work, Robin and… I hope you have had a good start into the new year.
Many thanks, Malin – likewise and all the very best to you and yours for 2018.