Visited Berlin to speak at Hybrid Conf. Took my sister. Amazing city. One of my favourites, I think. Would love to go back. Bye.
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!
Gosh, this is the longest I’ve went without updating my photo blog. I won’t be making a habit of it, it just so happened I’ve been ‘busy’. (I hate that word. Despite being ‘busy’ I’ve still found time to watch Casey Neistat Vlogs, so it’s less about being ‘busy’ and more about not prioritising taking pictures.)
I have some exciting trips coming up, so that will change. In a couple of weeks I’ll be in New York for my sister’s hen do. When I get back from NYC, a bunch of us avid Instagram users are heading to Isle of Skye for a photo trip. FUN!
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!
Having visited South Queensferry in July, I vowed I’d return with my camera. Brittany and I enjoyed a burger at Orocco Pier, followed by a stroll around the quaint town centre. At 28, it was my first taste of a vegetarian burger (definitely no substitute for beef, but I’m trying to eat less of that).
All in all, a fabulous day before I throw myself into a busy week of work.
I finally made it to Paris, taking my mother and sister along with me. The crepes were tasty. The Eiffel Tower was impactful. The men are handsome, but they smoke. We walked 8-10 miles every day. I got to use Uber for the first time. People taking selfies at the Eiffel Tower made me laugh. I saw the hotel my dad took my mum to when she was 21. Jack Russells are popular in Paris. I’d like to go back.
The light wasn’t right. It was overcast and dusk was falling, but I wanted to see that famous view—the Eiffel Tower. As much as the Eiffel Tower took my breath away from up close, I didn’t fancy the long queues that meander around the landmark. Montparnasse had no queue and you get to see the Eiffel Tower. Win.
With scenery like this, who needs to hop on a plane? 4 hours of driving North and I was in Isle of Skye, the largest island in the Inner Hebrides. Admittedly, I should have done a bit of research. It’s January and the whole town (Portree) was closed. No shops, restaurants, or seafood (which—second to taking photos—was what I was looking forward to). This didn’t hamper my experience, though, as I still got to see the Quiraing, which took my breath away!
Visiting Skye has left me fascinated with the slow, sleepy pace of island life. It’s easy to see why Danny MacAskill became the talented cyclist he is… because there isn’t much else to do!
P.S. You should watch The Ridge if you haven’t. It was filmed in Skye.
On Sunday, I drove the 200+ miles to York for a photography job. I spent most of the day in Bytemark‘s office, meaning I got to see very little of the city for myself, but from what I did see, York is absolutely stunning in the autumn time.
I stocked up on an unusual array of beers (ones we can’t get in Glasgow, which is surprising given we’re known for our drinking), took a morning stroll along the canal, and generally marvelled at the beautiful buildings and quaint streets.
The following day I travelled to Manchester to visit Bytemark’s Mancunian office, but was met with horrendous weather. It’s only the second time I’ve visited Manchester, but both times I’ve …
A deli board and red wine. I can’t imagine a better way to spend a Monday afternoon. This was taken a few months back, when my friend (Lindsay, pictured) and I visited Manchester for one day. We were on the hunt for a deli board and came across Wood, a deli and wine bar in The Northern Quarter. It was perfection. These were the only two frames I shot in Manchester. As much as I loved the food and drink, the city didn’t excite my eyeballs enough.