On that day in August I had a feeling of standing looking out at one of the wild places on the Earth. Pregnant clouds hung in a leadened sky and an icy wind blew in from the South driving the dark waves relentlessly against the sharp rocky outcrops which clawed their way from the sea. I was witness to a spectacle of nature, a raw and unfettered moment in time and I thought back to Scotland. I last had a similar feeling standing in the chilly wastes of Glen Coe whilst the tinkling of water running under ice was carried to me on the wind. There a cold wind howled over the highlands and you could almost feel the lost souls of the Campbells and the McDonalds battling still amidst the wild wind-swept heather.
Timing is everything in photography, some might have despaired at arriving at the 12 Apostles in the rain but after seeing how the photos came out I could only rejoice.
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