I had been dreaming of going to Scotland for as long as I can remember. There is something primal that speaks to the soul in Scotland, and I had yearned to be enveloped by its rugged landscapes and moody skies; to visit the places I had read about that whispered of stories and legends and battles forged - the memories of which last long after the mystery and adventure are over. Scotland exceeded my wildest expectations and I wish I could explain the immense sense of awe that I felt… how small and insignificant I became looking up at the towering mountains, remembering how many people walked there before me, who fought for their country, traditions and way of life.I struggle to put into words what it truly felt like to be in Scotland. It is a place that you need to visit to truly experience the magic that it has to offer, but what I hope to give you through this post is a sense of the beauty and history that I encountered on my travels, that I dreamed of for so long. I hope my photos can do it some justice.
“Thousands of tired, nerve-shaken, over-civilized people are beginning to find out that going to the mountains is going home; that wildness is a necessity”
- John Muir