Wednesday, April 8, 2015

Abriachan Wood, Loch Ness

Nikon D4s c. December 2014

Regardless of the time of day, this place is quiet so that silence hummed with its  own noise, softly drumming the ear drums. The energy was strong so that I felt uncomfortable. The drone of the silence was sometimes interspersed with the sounds of twigs snapping so that I began to look over my shoulder.  For more than a month after returning home, I had recurrent dreams of coming to this place and meeting people I did not know.