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!