Saturday, 31 January 2009

Wednesday, 28 January 2009

Tuesday, 27 January 2009

Creag Ealasaid

This gave me a headache! That said if only all lives problems were so trivial. I just could not decide which photo was best, so posted both.

"I hear the sound of hairs splittin" I hear you cry! Yes I know there is very little difference between the two! People less languorous than I and with more knowledge about these things will know me thinks... so which is best A or B? Anyway you can just see the lighthouse givin a friendly wink over on Creag Ealasaid if you look closely.


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Monday, 26 January 2009

Saturday, 24 January 2009

The 300... Forgotten Scots

When you need a job done right get the Scots to do it. A wee departure but hopefully of interest, brought to mind by the great Iron Maiden song The Trooper. Plus ancestors were involved in this charge.

We all know about the disastrous charge of the Light Brigade and the poem by Lord Tennyson. But what about the poem also by Lord Tennyson concerning the charge of the Heavy Brigade " Scots Grays " a few hours before? For those interested here is the poem by Lord Tennyson of that little known encounter, which was successful unlike the charge of the Light Brigade?


The charge of the gallant three hundred, the Heavy Brigade!
Down the hill, down the hill, thousands of Russians,
Thousands of horsemen, drew to the valley - and stay’d;
For Scarlett and Scarlett’s three hundred were riding by
When the points of the Russian lances arose in the sky;
And he call’d “Left wheel into line!” and they wheel’d and obeyed.
Then he looked at the host that had halted he knew not why,
And he turn’d half round and he bad his trumpeter sound
To the charge, and he rode on ahead, as he waved his blade
To the gallant three hundred whose glory will never die-
“Follow”, and up the hill, up the hill, up the hill,
Follow’d the Heavy Brigade.

II

The trumpet, the gallop, the charge, and the might of the fight!
Thousands of horsemen had gather’d, there on the height,
With a wing push’d out to the left and a wing to the right,
And who shall escape if they close! but he dash’d up alone
Thro’ the great gray slope of men
Sway’d his sabre, and held his own
Like an Englishman there and then,
All in a moment follow’d with force
Three that were next in their fiery course,
Wedged themselves in between horse and horse,
Fought for their lives in the narrow gap they had made-
Four amid thousands! and up the hill, up the hill, up the hill,
Gallopt the gallant three hundred, the Heavy Brigade.

III

Fell like a cannonshot,
Burst like a thunderbolt,
Crash’d like a hurricane,
Broke thro’ the mass from below,
Drove thro’ the midst of the foe,
Plunged up and down, to and fro,
Rode flashing blow upon blow,
Brave Inniskillens and Greys
Whirling their sabres in circles of light!
And some of us, all in amaze,
Who were held for a while from the fight,
And were only standing at gaze,
When the dark-muffled Russian crowd
Folded its wings from the left and the right,
And roll’d them around like a cloud,-
O mad for the charge and the battle were we,
When our own good redcoats sank from sight’
Like drops of blood in a dark-gray sea ,
And we turn’d to each other, whispering, all dismay’d,
“Lost are the gallant three hundred of Scarlett’s Brigade!”

IV

“Lost one and all” were the words
Mutter’d in our dismay;
But they rode like Victors and Lords
Thro’ the forest of lances and swords
In the heart of the Russian hordes’
They rode, or they stood at bay-
Struck with the sword-hand and slew,
Down with the bridle-hand drew
The foe from the saddle and threw
Underfoot there in the fray-
Ranged like a storm or stood like a rock
In the wave of a stormy day;
Still suddenly shock upon shock
Stagger’d the mass from without,
Drove it in wild disarray,
For our men gallopt up with a cheer and a shout,
And the foeman surged, and waver’d, and reel’d
Up the hill, up the hill, up the hill, out of the field,
And over the brow and away.

V

Glory to each and to all, and the charge that they made!
Glory to all the three hundred, and all the Brigade!

NOTE:- The “three hundred” of the “Heavy Brigade” who made this famous charge were the Scots Greys and the 2nd squadron of Inniskillings; the remainder of the “Heavy Brigade” subsequently dashing up to their support.

CHILD

I came across an interestin article by Mark Alan Meader which is only to true. And it reminded me off a photo I took a couple of years ago under similar circumstances. Marks point is... well read his article he words it better than I could... here is my pic

Thursday, 22 January 2009

Twilight Dreams

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ISO100, 5sec exposure, f/3

Wednesday, 21 January 2009

Storm Lamp 3

And you will be glad to know this will be the last from this location for a wee while... well if you keep your fingers crossed. Lucky to get a shot at all battling winds, spume, dogs and my incompetence.




ISO100, 4sec exposure, f/4

Sunday, 18 January 2009

The Onyx Pool

er well that wee dark puddle in the middle of the foreground

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ISO 100, 8sec exposure, f/4 with the levels altered slightly on GIMP

Friday, 16 January 2009

Wistful Jan

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ISO 100, 8sec exposure, f/4

Wednesday, 14 January 2009

Tortoise and Hare


Jack Frosts Ayrshire Dawn

I really do not know about this one!! Yes it is a full colour shot taken on a frosty morning although it might look half colour half grayscale, there is a tinge of orange on the field in the foreground. ISO100, 1/125 sec exposure, f3.2 hmmm?

Tuesday, 13 January 2009

Storm Lamp 2

Sorry! Taken from a slightly different angle this time and without the lamp glare which enables you to see two windows lit up this time, (wow the excitement) normally the windows are all in darkness. Perhaps I could have done with slightly rougher seas to give a better look to the foreground but hey.CLICK THE PIC TO ENLARGE

ISO 100, 7sec exposure, f/3.2

Monday, 12 January 2009

Storm Lamp

I had to wait a day or two for the wind to abate otherwise it would probably have been a wasted half hour journey down to Turnberry. Luckily not only was the lamp alight (well it was near dark so it should be)but so was one of the window on the tower.

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Taken with ISO 100, 6sec exposure and F/3.2.

Sunday, 11 January 2009

Havin to revert to my archives due to the weather these past few days.

Here we have the view from the top of the Merrick, the highest mountain in the South of Scotland. The body of water below is Loch Enoch famous for it's sand with the Kells range behind. If you look closely you can just see the white sand at the edges of the Loch. In days gone bye local men went into the hills to collect this sand which they carried out in sacks. It was then sold to be used in the sharpening of knives, scythes and other sharp implements.

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Tribute

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Tuesday, 6 January 2009

Doon by the River

I set of today to photograph a particular tree and ended up with this. The bonnie banks o' the river Doon as referred to by the poet Robert Burns. I was so intent on gettin the look of the water to my likin I did not even notice the ice on the two rocks not until I loaded up the pic to the computer.


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Monday, 5 January 2009

Roman in the Gloamin

True this shot was not taken in the gloamin (getting dark)but it is Roman. An ancient Roman bridge hidden in splendid isolation in the Galloway Hills

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Could this be one of those Romans just roamin around in wild places.

Sea-ing in January

My first attempt at this misty sea look.

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Saturday, 3 January 2009

A Smuggling we Shall Go

There are plenty of traditions surroundin these smugglers caves under Culzean Castle. One is that there is an underground passage to Turnberry. My favorite though is that the faerie on moonlight nights used them for dancin-halls, as alluded to by Burns in his "Hallowe'en." Then that a piper once entered them and was never seen again, his pipes last heard playin underground at a spot still called the Piper's Brae, about half a mile from the Castle. Another is that the laird of Culzean who shot Gilbert M'Adam the Covenanter, at Kirkmichael, used to hide in them from the wrath of the peasantry, though I suspect that every peasant there abouts knew all about the caves. Tradition also points to the caves bein used by the smugglers of last century to hide their contraband goods in from the search of the excise-man. Near-bye Croy shore also plays a part with smugglers and an old family house with an underground cellar as most cellars are.


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Which of these you believe is totally up to you! The masonry that you see is medieval and the caves have been used all the way back to prehistoric times, personally I'm with the faerie folk. For more info click the HERE

Friday, 2 January 2009

Depth

The lighthouse is overexposed but I thought there was enough interest in the foreground to overcome this without editing the pic

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Thursday, 1 January 2009

It's Ice to Be

On the beach on new years day

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