Tuesday, 15 November 2011
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These are lovely, they look like postcards! Is that your brother taking a photo of the car? Was it a rental and he really liked it or something?
ReplyDeleteYes, that was my brother, GB, but the car is his own. He calls it the Nighthawk and yes, he really likes it.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful photos of a place about which I've always known but never visited. Call us strange, but in Cape Breton people know all the words to The Massacre at Glencoe!
ReplyDeleteThey are all great, with the 3rd from the top being my favourite in this series.
ReplyDeleteHi Scriptor Senex,
ReplyDeleteWhat a spacious and wonderful area it is! You and your brother seem to monopolize this splendid beauty. I guess the charm of these grass fields differ from season to season. If you take photos here in different time, please post them! Thanks for sharing.
Best wishes,
keiko
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ReplyDeleteThanks a lot for visiting my blog and leaving your warm comment.
keiko
Oh, to step foot there...is only a dream for me. Beautiful landscape...I would love to get lost in there for awhile.
ReplyDeleteSuch lovely photos, and such a beautiful place. I've never been there, though I'd like to visit, but my sister-in-law (who is of Scottish descent) said it is the saddest place she's ever been, that the sadness and horror of what happened there has impregnated the very stones.
ReplyDeleteDid you feel that way too?
It certainly has a unique atmosphere, Canadian Chickadee. The first time I went through Glencoe as an adult was in the mist and rain and it seemed so closed in and heavy that I have always felt eeing it in sunshine is not really ideal - the4 scenery is lovelier but the atmosphere less obvious.
ReplyDeleteOoooh Scriptor Senex, my family name is McDonald and old wounds run deep.
ReplyDeleteMy mother won't ever buy Campbell soup!
SP
Yes. I do love my car - up to a point! At the end of the day it's a pile of metal. I think I was checking my camera settings at that moment - the screen can point upwards.
ReplyDeleteWe always enjoy a drive through Glencoe because there are so many different moods and you'll seldom see the same mood twice.