Somewhere in the unfathomable depths of our minds, we all connect differently with places, people and cultural trends like music and fashion. I guess it’s what’s referred to as taste. Most would say…well at least my wife…that I’m not over-endowed in that department: she’s seen my 30 year allegiance to Status Quo (try as I might Hip Dizzy Doo-Daa Wotsit just doesn’t do it for me)! And so it is with photographic locations.
Last autumn I visited Skye for the first time (yes OK it’s taken me a while) and I wrote about it in this blog. It was a great trip (fun group of people always helps) but in many ways, not radically different from any other. So why is it niggling away at me? Why is it I can’t wait to get back? Is it that for some reason I connected with the place…or the people? I’m not sure to be honest. What I do know though is that in spite of it’s well-visited iconic landmarks, Skye is somehow tugging at my creative apron strings.
As time goes on working in Scotland is becoming increasingly exciting – I’m seeing new opportunities for creative imagery and perhaps more significantly, visual story-telling. Skye is right up there on my list, a list which in the past might have been topped with ostensibly more rewarding locations much further a field. So perhaps my photographic perspective is evolving (I hope that’s the case) and perhaps too are my tastes. As for the Quo, well some things transcend fickle cultural trends. Down Down y’all.
ps. If you fancy joining myself and colleague Mark Hamblin in Skye, take a look in Photo-tours.
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I agree with your sentiments – Skye is a special place – but alas not your musical leanings! Looking forward to returning next Autumn if not before.
If I lived where you live and had just Northern Scotland to go at I need many, many lifetimes just to scratch the surface…….
I adore the orthorhombic spires of The Old Man of Storr though I’ve never actually been to Skye myself.
As for the Quo kind of lost their way when Alan Lancaster left… got stopped by Francis Rossi in a blue Rollpoly while out jogging in Bramhall way back in 1977 – he wanted directions to Pownall Arms Hotel. Saw them at Manchester Apollo – brilliant live.