A Final View Of Glencoe

We got more good pictures at Glencoe than anywhere else. The clouds were flocky and full and as buoyantly looming as dirigibles, but the best element were the shafts of light, which were truly otherworldly. The slants of sunlight that passed through the clouds changed their configuration constantly, moving as the clouds moved, projecting a rolling negative image of the sky and the clouds on the sides of the mountains with the fidelity of a camera obscura. We were transfixed by the spectacle, and could not stop taking pictures. Any white specks that you might see, incidentally, are not flaws in the film or dust on the lens, but sheep.