Инстаграм @hannahketts Hannah Ketts | Scotland
A frosty January morning on the west coast. Brackish water frozen on the shoreline, left as the tide goes out.
Port nam Murrach. Starting the year off right with some much needed sea air and white sandy goodness.
Happy Hogmanay from a very dreich Arisaig! A reminder of what it can look like 😉 one of my favourite trips of the year was staying here back in June with my sister's which I'm hoping, amongst lots of other things, becomes something of a tradition into 2019 and beyond 🚀 have a good one!
A Christmas Eve well spent, looking across to Loch Ericht and Ben Alder from Geal Chàrn. Bring on more days like this!
Autumn details. Because I'm not ready to stop talking about it yet. And technically I have until Dec 21st? 😏
Last light at Uath Lochans. Can't wait for the snow to reach the tree tops and a dusting of white across the glen.
"As I stood and watched the mists slowly rising this morning I wondered what view was more beautiful than this." - Hal Borland
It is the wound in Time. The century’s tides, chanting their bitter psalms, cannot heal it. Not the war to end all wars; death’s birthing place; the earth nursing its ticking metal eggs, hatching new carnage. But how could you know, brave as belief as you boarded the boats, singing? The end of God in the poisonous, shrapneled air. Poetry gargling its own blood. We sense it was love you gave your world for; the town squares silent, awaiting their cenotaphs. What happened next? War. And after that? War. And now? War. War. History might as well be water, chastising this shore; for we learn nothing from your endless sacrifice. Your faces drowning in the pages of the sea. Carol Ann Duffy, 2018
The Hidden Glen. To think over 2000 people once called this place home, now less than 100 still live here..
Golden October. Sunlight through the trees catching the steam off the Black Linn falls in a rising, twining mist.