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Iconic Image

The sites and sounds of this image conquer up a

romantic image of a wild windswept bygone world.

To set the scene though we originally saw it all from the edge of a look out point parking lot. The wind strongly encouraged us to make and eat our lunch in the car which gave us a great vantish point as we were right by the entrance gate. We watched a bus pull in and disgorge it’s large number of passengers.

We then watched a car pull in and a young girl, in full Highland gear, get out of her car and grab a case. Within 5 minutes she was set up, after a quick value regig, and playing. Hordes of tourists wandered over to watch and listen. A few threw money in the open case. There were pictures galore taken of her. They all zipped back into the bus and rattled off to the next stop.

We enjoyed our lunch listening to her and once finished we braced for the wind and went to the look out point.

She stopped playing for a few minutes for another regig of her valves and we chatted. Born on the island with roots that run deep. When I remarked on the isolation of it she said “but ah we have a bridge”. Too her it didn’t feel that Skye seems was remote because it was home. We let her get back to playing after dropping some coin in the case.

We then wandered over to read the sign and take a photo of the weird rock formation. She stood on a gravel walkway but I glanced around closer to where I was and spotted two iconic images near her.

The heather is not blooming yet but it’s deep maroon color is distinctive. There were also the bluebells that we’ve seen right across Scotland. The image popped into my head.

I tramped into the thicket of heather and sat down to listen and photograph her. I played with a few settings on my phone and am super happy with the images.

Then, like the other tourists, we popped back into our car and drove away. Perhaps though I looked and saw something different than an open music case asking for money. Which ironically she says tour bus folks don’t often throw into. I saw the strong love for the place she calls home and the sheer beauty of it.


This post is brought to you by the letter I; iconic, image and insomnia. Usually I don’t allow myself any phone time but the words kept popping into my head so I have up and got to work putting “pen to paper”



I have had a love of the written word for my entire life. It's no surprise that eventually I found a platform where I could write. It's random; sometimes funny, occasionally sad, maybe even at times from anger and I lean towards creative photography and hands on crafts. I have a few blogs that high light these interests.

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