Beautiful images and words, Amaranta. That mist! The fungi and that Dunnock! Not to mention your poetry. The detail of that old man's beard. There is so much to say about this post. Thank you for sharing this and allowing all of us a window into your experience.
Amaranta, Thank you for taking me back and letting me dwell on the shores of Loch Lomen. My ancestors came from Glasgow so I try to get back to Scotland as often as I can. I must admit as an American driving around Loch Lomen to gain the Highlands terrifies me. I long to pack it in at the Drovers, but I have miles to go and promises to keep. Thanks for sharing the beauty and wonders that I too often miss.
You’re very Welcome Rob, thank you so much h for reading :) you are certainly brave for taking on that journey, I hope your next trip is just as wonderful as the last
That's one beautiful poem Amaranta and the accompanying pictures are transformative, literally carrying us away to Loch Lomond. The opening image in particular is sublime and your photo of the Old Man's Beard has cast a spell on me. I remember one New Years Eve, when I was a young boy in suburban Montreal, surrounded by giants and all the neighbours who were gathered in celebration. At midnight we stepped outside into the chilly winter air, snowbanks piled high around us. Banging pots and pans, setting off firecrackers and singing and carrying on. Most of them are gone now. The giants in my life, but my older brothers still remain, at least for now. Never since have I heard such a joyous noise as was made on that night so long ago.
Thank you for your kind words John, it means so much to me🙏🏼and your childhood New Years sounds wonderful!! I wish you many more joyous nights like that one. Thank you for sharing that story.
Amaranta, I so enjoyed this! Beautiful poetry and photographs. I spent a Christmas in Scotland a few years back and explored Loch Lomond with friends - we played the song in the car & sang & laughed and we’re in such awe of the highlands! I love that you highlighted old man’s beard, too - such a beautiful moss! Looking forward to more of your stories.
a beautiful poem, beautiful photos of the spectacular flora/fauna of the wonderful loch lomond, the welcoming drovers inn and heartfelt immortal song, how lovely, amaranta
Beautiful images and words, Amaranta. That mist! The fungi and that Dunnock! Not to mention your poetry. The detail of that old man's beard. There is so much to say about this post. Thank you for sharing this and allowing all of us a window into your experience.
Thank you so much for your kind words James :)
Amaranta, Thank you for taking me back and letting me dwell on the shores of Loch Lomen. My ancestors came from Glasgow so I try to get back to Scotland as often as I can. I must admit as an American driving around Loch Lomen to gain the Highlands terrifies me. I long to pack it in at the Drovers, but I have miles to go and promises to keep. Thanks for sharing the beauty and wonders that I too often miss.
You’re very Welcome Rob, thank you so much h for reading :) you are certainly brave for taking on that journey, I hope your next trip is just as wonderful as the last
Beautiful photography! Very evocative.
Thank you so much Walter!
Very evocative photos from as part of the world I always like to return to, even if it is now across an ocean. Thanks.
Thank you Richard I’m glad😊where did you move to?
Lived in Cambridge, visited western Scotland as often as possible, now (26 years) in Montreal. Scotland is splendid.
Thank you for taking us along…what wonderful images and poem. You have woven a magical experience for us and I am so grateful 💗
Thank you so much Carol, it’s great to have you here at Earth exposure :)
That's one beautiful poem Amaranta and the accompanying pictures are transformative, literally carrying us away to Loch Lomond. The opening image in particular is sublime and your photo of the Old Man's Beard has cast a spell on me. I remember one New Years Eve, when I was a young boy in suburban Montreal, surrounded by giants and all the neighbours who were gathered in celebration. At midnight we stepped outside into the chilly winter air, snowbanks piled high around us. Banging pots and pans, setting off firecrackers and singing and carrying on. Most of them are gone now. The giants in my life, but my older brothers still remain, at least for now. Never since have I heard such a joyous noise as was made on that night so long ago.
Thank you for your kind words John, it means so much to me🙏🏼and your childhood New Years sounds wonderful!! I wish you many more joyous nights like that one. Thank you for sharing that story.
Amaranta, I so enjoyed this! Beautiful poetry and photographs. I spent a Christmas in Scotland a few years back and explored Loch Lomond with friends - we played the song in the car & sang & laughed and we’re in such awe of the highlands! I love that you highlighted old man’s beard, too - such a beautiful moss! Looking forward to more of your stories.
Thank you so much Victoria! And ah you’re trip sounded lovely☺️
Glad you enjoyed your trip to Scotland so much. Loch Lomond is a lovely place.
Thank you Juliet! It truly is, you’ve been as well? 😄
Yes, I've visited Loch Lomond a couple of times!
Loch Lomond is an amazing place, visited in the early 80s when I was a student in Edinburgh.
a beautiful poem, beautiful photos of the spectacular flora/fauna of the wonderful loch lomond, the welcoming drovers inn and heartfelt immortal song, how lovely, amaranta