Is There Anybody Out There?


Tried a little astrophotography on Sunday past with my almost ten year old Nikon. A bit noisy but pretty happy with them for a first attempt.


Something I’ve wanted to try for years but lacked the dedication. A clear night was predicted so fired up the 125 and zipped off into the darkness for an attempt at catching the Milky Way. Struggled to get the phone app to get going but we got there in the end, fired off a few shots and back on the old scoot for home. By the time I got back I had what polar explorers of the nineteenth century called “mild frostbite of the fingers” thankfully they thawed out after an hour or two.



I do like a marble statue in black and white, the blacker the better!
I’ve had a wee thing I’ve been planning to do for months I’m just too lazy to do it, but since we’ve signed off our 2019 holidays with a return to Italy and a first time to Rome and on seeing room upon room of marble statues I thought it would be a good opportunity to put my plan in action with a slight nod to Joy Division’s album cover Closer.


Hercules leads the page and the next one reminds me of Machinemensch from Metropolis or it did at the time I snapped the shutter . Below . . . I can’t remember, really should have snapped the info plates too although I’m sure it said it was made of fifteen separate pieces.


I need another trip to Italy if I want to recreate the Joy Division Closer photograph, the mausoleum on the cover sits in a cemetery in Genoa.
These images were taken in the Capitoline Museum, well worth a visit if you’re in Rome.

Witches Circle


Sitting not too far from the foot of Dunsinane Hill is this little circle of stones. Being that Macbeth’s fort once topped said hill, this little circle conjures up spooky images of fantastical beings with a canny knack for predictions.


There’s actually two circles in this area, one to the west and one to the east. Above is the eastern stone with King’s Seat behind, hidden behind the trees to the left is Dunsinane Hill and here’s a little link to an impressive view of the one time fort LINK


The western circle appears to be the more complete of the two, although it was overgrown and a bit swampy in parts. Who knows what lies beneath.


If time has been kind then there can sometimes be markings on the stones, the only markings I could see on any of the stones was what appeared to be a lion.

“Be lion-mettled, proud, and take no care. Who chafes, who frets, or where conspirers are.” Witch three

Maybe there’s more carvings beneath the earth, protected from a near thousand years of wind and rain. Or maybe it was just someone wasting some time with a little carving.

Speaking of carvings there’s a little tale that the real Stone of Destiny was buried at Dunsinane Hill and at some point in the 19th century it was discovered and sent off to be given the once over. It vanished.

Backwater Dam


A glorious autumnal day for firing up the little scoot for a trip northwards on board the Lexmoto. Taking in Backwater Dam and nipping into Blairgowrie on the way home for a needed pitstop.


I’d actually forgotten to take the old DSLR today so had to make do with the phone for any photography chances.




Almost forgot, here’s a wee film on the making and opening of the dam.

The Loneliest Glen


Another dry day so fired up the little scooter for the biggest test yet a 150 mile round trip into the remote highlands. The original plan to snap some shots around Loch Tay but ended up going the opposite side of Ben Lawers which looks down on the loch.


It was getting to the stage where I was getting closer to the west coast than the east coast of Scotland so I ditched the Milano in a little parking area at Bridge of Balgie and had a little stomp around on foot.
This fine fellow of a horse came down to say hello and give himself a good scratch in a fencepost. As soon as I snapped him I knew it was going to be a black and white edit. It’s came out pretty good.

Should say that Glen Lyon where these were taken is actually the longest enclosed glen in Scotland stretching out at 34 miles. Sir Walter Scott described as “…longest, loneliest and loveliest glen in Scotland.”
Some excellent scenery, I should really mount the GoPro on the scoot for some video footage of the Scottish hills and mountains rising up on either side.

Back To The Pulpit


Here’s a couple more images to go with the previous post. The above Celtic cross I wouldn’t have spotted had another visitor not pointed it out, a decent sized carving at least 8 foot in height maybe more. I’m going from memory so it might be more or it might be less.


The mystical well a perfect circle carved by who knows?


The den floor the rock facing us has the well on top, the stairs in the last post are to the left just behind the criss crossing trees. I think in winter time it might be a more impressive bit of water flowing past.


The top down view of the ancient steps. Makes you think who has walked them before you and touched the walls with blood stained hands after a sacrifice . . . maybe.