"my heart's in the highlands..."
It's no mystery why so many of the great poets, authors, and artists of our time have been inspired by the Scottish countryside. Shakespeare wrote Macbeth enveloped in the dense forest of Dunsinane, Robert Burns penned "My Heart's In The Highlands" as an ode to the country's epic northern landscape, and somewhere in between, J.M. Barrie found his Neverland. The vistas and atmosphere that sparked their creative genius are truly built of splendor. Billion year-old rolling granite peaks give shelter to picturesque villages and otherworldly lakes. Sunlight illuminates the rock face and dense fog creeps up along the shore, inviting in a deep sense of contemplation. It's as if the past were alive, living and breathing. Myth and legend seem more like gospel here, and things you once considered as only fairy-tale are suddenly tangible as air.
If you're looking for a place to light your own imagination on fire, I think I might know where to send you.
Second to the right, and straight on till morning.
Take a glance at the gallery below for some more shots of the Scottish landscape I've come to so cherish.
in the highlandsIn the highlands, in the country places,
Where the old plain men have rosy faces,
And the young fair maidens
Where essential silence cheers and blesses,
And for ever in the hill-recesses
Her more lovely music
Broods and dies.
O to mount again where erst I haunted;
Where the old red hills are bird-enchanted,
And the low green meadows
Bright with sward;
And when even dies, the million-tinted,
And the night has come, and planets glinted,
Lo, the valley hollow
O to dream, O to wake and wander
There, and with delight to take and render,
Through the trance of silence
Lo! for there, among the flowers and grasses,
Only the mightier movement sounds and passes;
Only winds and river,
Life and death.
- Robert Louis Stevenson