Reflecting on Lock Eck
Lock Eck, just outside of Dunoon. Gordon had just made a 7 hour drive from London to the edges of the highlands. About to have a siesta, the overwhelming urge to go and capture something amazing swept away the need for sleep.
In his words
“I couldn’t help but stand and laugh about how stupidly beautiful this scene was and how fortunate I am to be able to capture it. I knew from the moment I arrived, this trip was going to be special”
Lock Eck, just outside of Dunoon. Gordon had just made a 7 hour drive from London to the edges of the highlands. About to have a siesta, the overwhelming urge to go and capture something amazing swept away the need for sleep.
In his words
“I couldn’t help but stand and laugh about how stupidly beautiful this scene was and how fortunate I am to be able to capture it. I knew from the moment I arrived, this trip was going to be special”
Lock Eck, just outside of Dunoon. Gordon had just made a 7 hour drive from London to the edges of the highlands. About to have a siesta, the overwhelming urge to go and capture something amazing swept away the need for sleep.
In his words
“I couldn’t help but stand and laugh about how stupidly beautiful this scene was and how fortunate I am to be able to capture it. I knew from the moment I arrived, this trip was going to be special”
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