The surf will ferry you swiftly in, between proud soaring cliffs arches & stacs to a perfect beach landing every time, & as soon as you set foot on sand, it rains. So I laid down in the river for a while, nose to nose with a stone, to feel drier.
The secretive Fhorsa - on the way to Dail Beag
Rubha Robhanais again - note the scratch of light toward the NW corner.
This was a trawler spotlight & shows the exposure drift on a 60 second shutter opening.
Some dedicated qajaq posts are drafted & waiting for the near future while I get over the addiction of a new camera. These will cover a series of technical Greenlandic rolls, some on film, survival techniques covering making substantial use of the ocean environment [natures supermarket], night kayaking & various restorations & builds. I hope you can all forgive my brief excursion into obsessive photography posts. We will be back to kayaks & rolling shortly. Now, where did I put that ND filter... :o)