Glencoe: A Stunningly Beautiful 30 Minutes

Travel photography, I have learned, should be in a category unto itself. I think it cannot fall in the ‘landscape’ genre, as one often does not have the time or luxury to wait for beautiful sunsets, tourist departure, or the passage of inclement weather. There are schedules! Kids to feed! And a whole new destination to get to before it is too late. That said, these were some of the most beautiful 30 minutes I had experienced to date–just wait for the next post!–and I eeked out every second of them with my camera.

My husband asked me this trip why I love Scotland so much. I hadn’t ever really thought why this particular place has such a strong hold on my heart, but he was absolutely right that it does. Here, the land almost speaks. You just need to be quiet enough to listen. The topography is breathtakingly gorgeous–mountainous, rocky, and yet lush. It is covered with flowers and ferns and every color of beauty you could imagine. History is rich here, and deep. And with a few exceptions, the members of my family who have shaped me and encouraged me and taught me the most, originated (or still live!) here. I couldn’t be more thankful.

As we drove through Glencoe on our way to Skye from Glasgow, I told the girls the story of the Glencoe Massacre. We were out of data range on our mobile phones, which I am sure would have helped to polish up the details, but I recalled as much as I could. What stuck, was the extreme tragedy of the event. The girls were stunned, but there was a chorus from the backseat as I read this poem, “again, mom! Again!”

This post is part of a group photography project highlighting “30 Minutes in the Life” of talented photographers around the globe. Please follow the link to Sharleen Stuart Photography.

  

 

3 thoughts on “Glencoe: A Stunningly Beautiful 30 Minutes

  1. oh wow, just like the history of this country, the colours and tones are both rich and deep. Beautiful blog this month Sarah. 🙂

  2. Sarah, I too, love Scotland. We visited Aberdeen, (and Balmoral Castle) and up to Inverness and then along the rugged coast back to England. While we were in Inverness my cousin took us to Culloden. We also went past a place called Cameron barracks which is where my son got his name from. The countryside is so beautiful. I love your images especially the second one that focuses on the flowers. I am envious I would love to visit family again.

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