The Rock

I was out before dawn this morning, I was the only car by the river and felt like the only person in the world. It was cold as I set off to walk, and even as the sun climbed the chill did not lift.

I walked the foreshore, the haar swirling around me an almost eerie feeling, not a sound other than the muted crumpling sound of my boots in the sand, the wind's song my melody the wave the rhythm as they lapped the shore. It was bracing, the salty smell of the sea feeling like a pick me up after a sleepless night.

I reverted to type and monochrome, I always feel it gives a more atmospheric feel to these early morning shots. The tide was low allowing me to walk further than usual savouring the quietness. The wind's song was all to soon disrupted by the rush of the occasional car as the river converged with the roadway, their paths running together for a little way. I turned and slowly made my way back, retracing my own steps. The dry sand blowing and already obscuring some of my footprints. I pulled my collar up to give a little respite from the wind and with an occasional glance backwards I continued on.

The shot is upriver looking towards Dumbarton Rock. I remember as a child the rock illuminated but cannot remember the last time I saw it lit. There is a lot of work being undertaken to the castle their and maybe as part of the remedial works it will be lit again. I think as I grow older I am more concious of these things or maybe it is just that I do not take them for granted any more. I am very lucky to be able to enjoy this place and to share it even if only through my journal, I hope you enjoy too