Browsing 8 posts tagged with Adventure.

 
 

A Weekend In Warsaw

Chad and Scott booked a week in Warsaw, Poland and I invited myself along for the weekend. Wanting to get away for a winter adventure, Warsaw was perfect for mulled wine, 2-for-1 hotdogs, card games and history.

I didn’t have a bad meal or coffee in this city. I also played my first game of Jenga.

A few iPhone photos are on Instagram.

 
 

Instameet In Isle Of Skye

Where do I begin with this trip? Firstly, let me thank Rab for organising Skye16.

I arrived on Friday, where we (James, Virginie, Rab and I… you’re going to discover some pretty Instagram feeds in this post) headed out to catch sunset. Parking the car, we walked a couple of kilometres to a lighthouse.

To avoid having the same photo as everybody else, we went in our different directions. Friday night—sat atop a sunny hill in Skye watching the sun go down—was one of my highlights.

On Saturday we headed to Dunvegan Castle. As a Scottish wedding photographer, I shoot in a lot of castles so they’ve admittedly lost their novelty. Fortunately, Dunvegan Castle offer seal boat trips. You’re guaranteed to see seals, but I wasn’t prepared for just how many.

I may have added too many seal photos to this post, but we saw loads. They’re cute and I couldn’t narrow it down!

Afterwards, we drove to the most westerly point on Skye, Neist Point. The best part of this trip was being surprised by the locations of Skye and its versatility. No wonder it’s such a popular spot with photographers.

Neist Point was stunning, but very cold, windy and wet. I lasted half an hour braving the elements before returning to my car for heat. The others I was giving a lift to (Ross, Ali and Stuart) managed to brave 2+ hours of the elements, and even trekked down to the lighthouse.

Perhaps I’m not as dedicated to capturing the perfect image, but I didn’t want to get sick. I have 3 weddings in the next 3 weeks, and nobody wants a snotty wedding photographer.

Sunday arrived. Our last day saw a 5.30AM alarm to get to The Storr for some early morning light. Flat, boring light meant there wasn’t much of a sunrise, but we did beat the crowds at this popular landscape.

I’m not much of a climber. I’d rather lift weights than do cardio, so I found the climb left me breathless. It was, of course, worth it to see Old Man of Storr, but my camera couldn’t do it justice. I couldn’t take a good photo of this. Deflated, I decided to descend before the peak.

Rab talked me out of it, telling me the peak is worth it for the view—even if I don’t photograph it. I’m glad I took his advice.

This whole weekend was different for me. The more I shoot for work, the less I do so for pleasure. This was a creative trip, purely for pleasure where I met many photographers and Instagrammers who have inspired me.

Guys, I love photography!

 
 

150 Miles Of Scottish Scenery

Rab and I set our alarms for 5.30AM and met in Balloch at Loch Lomond. We waited at Luss for the sun to rise then proceeded to Glencoe, stopping off wherever the light or scenery felt right.

As a set these photos aren’t very cohesive, but it’s an accurate representation of the day. A peaceful sunrise with a hint of orange sky, followed by a washed out snowy, landscape, interspersed with strong gradients of the mountainous highlands. The light would change so suddenly, so dramatically.

As much as I love traveling (well, not the flying part), it’s fun, cheap and accessible to get outdoors in your own country and explore. Do it!

 
 

Getting Lost Up Ben Lomond

Continuing on from our coffee adventure, Laura turned 25 and wanted to get lost up a mountain. That we did. I’m not an experienced outdoorsy person, which I proved by getting lost before we’d even stepped foot outside of my car. Within an hour of our walk, we had accidentally veered off the beaten path, yet continued to ascend Ben Lomond through the rockiest, roughest terrain. It was a workout!

Laura took a keen interest in her surroundings, interacting with nature, investigating mushrooms and making friends with hairy caterpillars. I, on the other hand, was more interested in taking photos. Of course, none of them really could do the wonderful views justice.

 
 

Summer Road Trip To Glencoe

I set my alarm for the unthinkable hour of 5AM, but we had to chase the good light. Armed with coffee in flasks and half a dozen cameras, we road tripped to the Scottish Highlands while everyone else was still in bed. It was worth the 5AM rise.

 
 

To Kames

On Saturday I shot my first wedding of the year, demanding a 2 hour trek to Kames, Tighnabruaich, part of which required a ferry ride. The drive to Kames was nothing short of stunning. I can’t describe how it made me feel. It’s only taken me 20 years to appreciate the beauty of Argyll and Bute, having grown up in Dunoon from the age of 6 and leaving for the city at 17.

The couple were kind enough to book me a room in a hotel overnight, giving me the opportunity to appreciate the drive in the morning light. I had to snap a photo of the local service station. I’ve never seen a petrol station so small and I lived in Kilmun for 11 years.

I wish my camera could do the scenery justice, but it doesn’t.

 
 

Welcome, 2014

There is nothing better than a road trip to the Scottish highlands. It never fails to leave me feeling grateful and inspired, I’m thankful this beauty is only a 2 hour drive from the city I call home. Today, my eyeballs couldn’t quite take it all in. I think I need more road trips in my life.

The bitter weather meant we didn’t spend much time outdoors, stopping off at Glencoe Mountain Resort for a hot chocolate, and (the muchos recommended) The Real Food Cafe for fish and chips. I also tried my first pickled egg. Sold!

Perhaps the best part of visiting this area of Scotland, though, is the lack of phone signal. I can’t check-in on Foursquare, or upload my iPhone snaps to Instagram, or live tweet my adventure. No distractions, just excited eyeballs.

 
 

A Romantic Weekend in Bruges

When Christmas was approaching and I had family asking what gifts I wanted, I realised I have too much ‘stuff’ and would rather add to my memory bank than my DVD collection. I asked for flight money towards a weekend in Europe, though at that point I was undecided on where to go or who with.

A few months later, Shawshank and I had booked flights to Brussels and an apartment in Bruges (via Airbnb). I went to college with Shawshank and she is one of few people I can spend a lot of time with and not want to kill (I like my own space). Having spent a year backpacking around the globe, I knew Shawshank would be good company to travel with.

I don’t really know what to say about Bruges, other than my photos can’t do the beauty of this place justice. It’s a very romantic city, so it came as no surprise that people thought Shawshank and I were… together. If you like mad parties and late nights, perhaps Bruges is not the best city to visit. But for somebody like myself who enjoys early mornings and exploring with a camera, then finishing the day in a quiet pub with a bottle of red wine, Bruges is perfect. My eyeballs had a lot of eyegasms with the architecture, too.

The only downfall was our day trip to Brussels. Admittedly we hadn’t looked into what to do before we got there, preferring to blindly walk about and see what we stumbled upon. The city was a major letdown, however, and looked like a tip (with the exception of Grand Place, ho-ly wow). In fact, Brussels reminded me a lot of Glasgow, and as much as I love my city I know it’s not the nicest to look at. I wish we had visited Ghent instead.

The breakfasts are big, the beer is tasty, the waffles are a delight, and the whole city is bathed in medieval magic. Oh, and you can also check out my Instagram photos.