Rise and not shine. We got up before dawn with a plan to shoot morning colors in the sky. I couldn’t wait because I knew we’d see something special. I was bundled up in my coat with several layers underneath and my Wellington boots. This would be my first time wearing them and I was excited about the possibilities.
As we headed down the road, I could see the large loch on the right and rolling hills on the left. At one point I saw a waterfall on the left and hoped we’d be able to go there. Strangely enough, the highlight was not the loch or the waterfall or the sun. In fact, the sun was hiding behind mountains, only setting free a few rays to show it was there. So instead the highlight for me was the Highland cows we saw grazing. I’ve never seen a more stylish and mellow animal as these. I call them stylish because of their hair/fur. Their eyes were hidden at times as they grazed and curiously watched the paparazzi snapping photos everywhere.
I watched them, too. They may have looked calm and mellow, but you can never be too sure, especially if you’re a chicken like me. Look at those horns. Can you imagine the damage they could do to a person? In any case, I got as close as I could without invading their space though someone suggested I get down to eye level. I would suggest that that someone keep his/her suggestions to him/herself. I mean, this was serious progress for me. I don’t normally get up close and personal with animals of any kind.
Moving on, we headed to another location farther down. Snow capped mountains and sparkles on the water. That was the scene of our next stop. I got out, teeth chattering and eyes watering. It was beautiful. But, it needed to get closer to the water to really get some nice shots. I started walking and heard my toes breaking into many pieces. I’m guessing they were frozen. Just a little. Or a lot. Not only that, but there was a great deal do seaweed, slippery seaweed lining the entire way down. Under that, slippery rocks. I took a few steps and decided to cut my losses and turn around. The possibilities played out in my head and they all ended with me hitting the ground, landing on my back while looking up at a magnificent sky and unable to reach my camera to take a shot of it. I pictured the headlines: Photography Fail: Crazy American Falls While Attempting to Take Photos in Scotland. So going back to the van seemed to be a more dignified choice.
At least I saw the cows, right?