Almost two years ago, my trip to the Scottish Highlands was bookended by visits to the Faerie Glen, a tiny little set of hills and small lakes that is often forgone in favor of flashier scenery. But this was a place my travel partner and makeshift tour guide had been before and fallen in love with, and I’m glad she suggested we go (and then go back- to say goodbye). In the winter, the entire Isle of Skye was grey and brown and a ruddy, lifeless green. But the weather was unexpectedly mild and it was also essentially deserted- our own private corner of the world.
More than anywhere I’ve visited, I think about Skye. Its one-way roads, its painted sheep (so the farmers know whose is whose), its cliffs and its water. More than anywhere I’ve visited, I think I’d like to go back here.
photographs taken on Skye and edited with VSCO‘s newest film filter collection for Lightroom.