Not The Hills, Not The Loch

Even among towering Scottish hills and the gentle movement of a loch beneath a blanket of blue sky—all the space that nature affords—my eye is often drawn to the details.

The little bits of light. The places where lines converge.

Today, it wasn’t the natural that held my attention, but the manmade. This is poured stone. A watercourse planned and built. An engineered interruption within a landscape that shaped itself.