Another sparkling but icy cold day. After lunch I took the trailer over to Tipperton – at the very south-west most corner of South Uist – and loaded it up with seaweed from the strandline. Boiler-suit, wellies, gloves, hat, wheelbarrow, garden fork … and two hours immersed in nature and the task in hand.
Oh, one thing else in the tool-kit : the digital SLR camera – and telephoto zoom lens.
Oh, such riches!
I readied the barrow and fork ready for the unloading.
After a mug of tea and a natter with Denise, I readied myself.
Gloves and wellies on … Ready? … Go!
Collecting seaweed is good for the body, the mind, the stomach (via the compost heap and the garden) and for the soul.
This is a self-portrait in a derelict croft house somewhere in Uist.
Whilst I step tentatively into the room, bundled up against the cold, my shadow dances lightly ahead of me, across the wall – in the pink.
In fact this picture is a composite of three photos, with the camera on a tripod and using the wireless remote control. The two photos were taken some minutes apart, changing pose (and clothing) between shots.
The pink refers to the colour of the tongue-and-groove boards lining the walls: that’s how it actually was in real life!
Dad says that it might be primer paint, the crofter never having got round to applying undercoat and gloss. Typical Dad!
Whatever the facts, I just like it the way it is.