17th December 2015No Comments

Kings House to Kinlochleven

It has been nearly two years since the winter hike in the Scottish Highlands with my friends Will and Taru. We followed a route from Kings House to Kinlochleven which is part of the West Highland Way. So much has changed since then. It was the times when I was still shooting JPEG files and still used an old analog Pentacon lens with an adapter. My photos were too blurry and too warm but I still like coming back to them.

Whoever attempted landscape photography knows how difficult this craft is. It requires almost meditative patience, waiting for the perfect moment when the sun and the clouds align in the most cinematic way. I have not been blessed with a virtue of patience. What helps me to react quickly and take a snap of something that lasts a millisecond prevents me from being able to stand still and wait. It will take ages until I learn to tame my attention and be able to capture the beauty of outdoors.

Here, I am sharing with you some memories from the scenic walk through the valleys and hills of Glencoe Mountains. On the track we met dears, walked through piles of snow, jumped on stones and runt through forest admiring peaks of the mountains from afar.

Apparently, somewhere on the route one could see a peak of Ben Nevis in between the clouds. However, we didn’t know which one it was. But that we decided with Wilhelmiina that one day, before I graduate, together we will climb the peak of the highest mountain in Scotland.

27th November 2015No Comments

Following Footsteps of Haggis

Around a year ago I visited Glasgow in the middle of autumn. The world was embellished with the beautiful colours of the trees setting to sleep. The time when the leaves are falling used to be my favourite part of the year . If only I could spend more time outdoors to escape the darkness.

During that short visit in Scotland with my boyfriend Ivan, myself, my sister Agnieszka and her boyfriend Hugo, we decided to escape for a small half day hike to Campsies Glen. The climb was really easy, it took around 40 minutes to get to the top.

The first part of the path goes along a little forest and a river and the second part continues in the open hill. The views are really pleasant and I would recommend it to anyone who would want to unwind for a bit.

Throughout our walk we joked around trying to follow the footsteps of a mythical creature Haggis. The wild haggis’s left and right legs are of different lengths, allowing it to run quickly around the steep mountains, but only in one direction. Haggis lives exclusively in Scottish Highlands.

They say there are two varieties of haggis, one with longer left legs and the other with longer right legs. The ones with left legs longer can run clockwise around a mountain while the latter can run anticlockwise. We never found Haggis, but we truly enjoyed the beautiful last hike of the year and the colours in the air.

27th October 2015No Comments

Dark Nights And All Of The Street Lights

Two days ago Daylight Saving Time finished and once again we entered into the days of the never ending night. Soon we will be leaving to school and work in the darkness and coming back in the darkness. All the remaining light will shine on the world in the time when we are locked inside four walls. Ever since I remember, I have very ambivalent feelings about fall. There is no other more beautiful season than autumn when the earth is covered with the blankets of rusty leaves, preparing to fall asleep. In the same time the infinite darkness is always taking the joy away as I rarely have time to admire these beautiful brown landscapes in the daylight.

The darkness was especially difficult to cope with back in the times when I studied in Glasgow. My night owl sleeping habits and getting up around 11 am did not help much with getting more sun. In extreme cases, there were days when I saw only as much as 2 or 4 hours of sunlight. Perhaps this has led me to noticing beauty in street lights reflected from soaking wet streets, dying in the ambience of the dark night.

When you’re coming back home tired, walking through the darkness in the coat drenched with rain, it can’t get much worse than this. Lift your head up a notice the beauty of thousands of colourful lights dancing in the rain.