Swiftly it seems, my turn to post over at Vision and Verb is here again.
This is my post
Ghost images, I’m haunted by them, they are the photographs I captured in my head, but not the lens. When I look at this shot, I see what is to me the most beautiful beach in the world, its the bay at Laig on the isle of Eigg, a small island just 10 miles off the west coast of Scotland, I’ve danced till dawn on this beach, on the evening of the longest day ( and the party didn’t stop through the shortest night, darkness never fell).
But the image also reminds me of a walk to this magical place; when I missed ‘one of those shots’ the never to be seen again snapshots that only develop in your minds eye.
Walking down the track ahead of me was a young girl, probably aged about 11 she was carrying a fiddle case, swinging it in time to her pace, before I could rummage in the rucksack for the camera (this image is from 2007, before I’d embraced my digital SLR) she’d peeled off into one of the cottages, the moment was gone. With the bay to her left, the cliffs to rising up to her right and a slender ribbon of crofts and cottages ahead of her, the young girl with the fiddle, captured the beauty of this landscape and the heritage of its music, in a frame. The two are inseparable.
What are your ghost images?
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I enjoyed trawling through my photos of the Isle of Eigg last night. I’d hoped to visit again this year with a friend, I’m itching to go back and just play with the camera, (when we were there in 2007, I’d just the week before started writing this blog and my renewed interest in photography was probably born here). But realistically, I can’t manage it not this year. I’ve posted some of these shots before, others like this panorama are making a debut.
An Sgurr ‘The Notch’
The boys have changed so much since this shot was taken, you wouldn’t recognise them now (so they will probably let me get away with posting this.)
Bluebells
Mr Uhdd thinking
Primroses and the remains of a harrow?
February 9, 2010 at 3:23 pm
I went there as a child – and got sunburned! Yes, sunburn in Scotland. But then I’m Scottish, and very, very fair. I remember paddling in water that felt so cold we were sure it had been an iceberg the day before.
It was our last family holiday with my Grandpa and I can still picture him, sitting on a deckchair, pipe belching out smoke (which meant that if you could tolerate the smoke, you could escape the midges for a while!).
Beautiful, just beautiful.
I’ll still go to the Med this summer, though, traitor to my roots that I am.
February 9, 2010 at 4:18 pm
I think the Hebrides are just stunning, I have so many memories from there, stretching back more than 30 years.
I have never been to Eigg, although we enjoyed spectacular views of it from Skye last year, It does have the most distinctive shape doesn’t it along with Rhum.
February 9, 2010 at 4:37 pm
I thought you had taken a trip to the American Southwest, until I read on. Beautiful place, hope to visit some day.
February 9, 2010 at 10:25 pm
A vast beach with craggy hills and cattle strolling along, enjoying the view! That is a special place, and the photos are exceptional. I’m sorry you won’t be going back this year.
February 10, 2010 at 5:00 pm
Lovely post. If I had a better memory I’d have lots of ghost images in my head. Even though I carry a camera with me in my handbag, just in case, I still miss shots even with the camera in my hand. Fast moving subjects like children and animals are the main reason for this. Frustrating, isn’t it.
February 18, 2010 at 7:45 pm
I enjoyed this post very much. Beautiful shots of what looks to be a beautiful area.
I have quite a few ghost images — shots that didn’t turn out the way I saw them. Sometimes I think that’s what Photoshop is for although I’m not handy enough with it to bring out the ghosts.