Last summer I made several overnight journeys to the Isle of Skye. At this time of year one day bleeds into the next with a thin veneer of almost-night resting temporarily in-between. In some photos it is hard to distinguish evening from morning but I remember this one as I had almost arrived at my destination in Ollach, Braes where my father used to live and paint and where others will soon visit paint write and enjoy the wonders of Skye!
The Eleventh Hour — at Isle Of Skye
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Sharmishtha Basu
June 3, 2012
what a photograph! fabulous John.