Am fear a thèid a ghnàth a-mach le lìon, gheibh e eòin air uairibh
(the one who always goes out with his net will catch birds sometimes)-Gaelic Proverb
Photographer’s Statement:
“In November, going further north into the Scottish Highlands is a parachute jump into the hiatus of winter, where cupboards are crammed with tins and the ghostly nimbus of fog hides the sun and sprays light instead. I was struck by the nakedness of the landscape, how all colours seemed to have been muted by the snow and the only break from whiteness were the iridescent plumage of clouds and the occasional silhouette of a deciduous tree. What all these pictures aim to capture is the unchanging attributes of vast, mostly uninhabited spaces, places full of possibility which act as doorways into all times past and some more to come.”
—Beatriz Menéndez
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