I've learned the secret to half-decent drive-by photos is using your longest lens. That way you can shoot over guard rails or other cars and parts of the road. Isn't Glencoe lovely? The hills, the mist, the water, and the heather are heart-stopping.
Eventually I had to ask K.J. to stop the car, and we pulled off beside a perfect Scottish stream.
The wildflowers were so beautiful. James brought me these.
There's a James-boy in the distance.
There was such peace and quiet by that stream. The water made the most pleasant sounds. But onward we had to go.
On so many occasions here I take a picture and am blown away by the ridiculous beauty in the frame. Just look at that little white house all alone in the mist. There were so many beautiful hills that we decided to pull over and walk up one. This decision ended up being murder on my injured foot, but when you see the picture I took at the top of the hill, you'll understand the desire to pull over!
There go Ella and K.J. up the hill. I walked slowly and tried to be careful, but the uneven ground was obviously too much for my as yet-to-be-determined injury.
We stopped here to take pictures, and I'm still glad we did. The view was too stunning not to get out and slowly take it in.
There were lots of waterfalls flowing down the hills in the distance.
The best part of it may have been watching the kids enjoy the spectacle before them. Ella especially loved being in the Highlands. She thought the house in front of the waterfall would be an excellent place to live.
As Anne said, "The world looks like something God had just imagined for his own pleasure, doesn't it?"
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