The light was like a living thing, growing and shrinking and slithering and winking and changing every minute.
I am a native in this world And think in it as a native thinks
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- Highland farewell
- The softer side of Skye
- Caledonian canal
- Rannoch moor
- Kintail
- Return to Doune
- Another Glen Coe
- Let's not dwell on the past
- Glen Coe
- Glenfinnan
- More Eilean Donan
- Saved by a single arrow
- Eilean Donan
- We interrupt our regularly scheduled scenery for t...
- The Old Man's backside
- Gateway to the sky
- Two views of the Cuillin hills
- And yet another bridge
- A slightly older bridge on Skye
- Kyleakin
- Skye bridge
- Back with the fairies
- Row houses in the UK
- Sunday bird blogging
- Geometries
- Urban micro-poetry
- Southend
- As evidence of your good faith, please send me money
- Will you go, lassie, go?
- Going downtown to do some fly fishing
- Sometimes scenery is practically a drug
- One more view
- Inside the cairn
- Clava cairns
- Castle Stuart
- A Scottish country garden
- Which is not to say the actual Thanes were pushovers
- Cawdor Castle
- Viaduct, with cows
- Heather
- Bonus cow blogging
- Sunday bird blogging
- Saturday reflections
- In which I maybe meet a ghost
- Names of the fallen
- Culloden
- Inverness
- Skylights
- Falls of Dochart
- I wasn't kidding about that beach
- Sing me a song of a lass that is gone
- And speaking of kilts...
- Kilt Rock
- Plockton sunrise
- Plockton
- The Old Man of Storr
- More fairy glen
- The fairy glen
- Skye
- These are just an excuse
- Forest stump
- Shadows
- Heading for the Highlands
- Scottish heroes
- Another thing
- The Royal Mile
- Morning in Edinburgh
- As promised last night
- Edinburgh
- On the road again
- Astronomy Tuesday
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