The Lonely House (C) 2014 by Debi Bradford
I confess I’m a bit of a mess. Since returning from Scotland it seems my sense of direction has grown faulty. The processing of photos has come to a close and now I’m left with Not Having Pictures Of Scotland To Process. Thousands of images of this magical kingdom sitting on my computer waiting for me to do something with them. Thousands have been culled to hundreds and yet I sit. What next?
The Cuillen (C) 2014 by Debi Bradford
The admission here is simple: processing these photos was a chance to tour Scotland again. A similar rush of AHA! and OH YEAH! and OH MY! as I remembered stops and places and experiences. Frankly, I wasn’t ready to return and believe my soul is still wandering about in the Highlands. It certainly doesn’t seem to be within me right now. “That’s my soul up there.” (Sting)
Inukshuks at The Cuillen (C) 2014 by Debi Bradford
Words are failing me, the urge to blog escapes me, my mind wanders – its corners collecting dust until I can find my way again. Have you ever experienced anything like this? And, if so, what did you do to jumpstart your creative back in the Real World? I’m at a loss in more ways than one.
Enchantment (C) 2014 by Debi Bradford
Quite simply, I’m obsessed with Scotland. Its history and lovely people, the sights and smells, the food and drink, the Highlands and the wild, wild north. Once in everyone’s life one should have a similar experience, falling in love with a country. I’ve visited other countries and loved them all, but Scotland grabbed my soul and won’t let go. Nor do I want it to.