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A clutter page of assorted visual thoughts chanced upon or sought...


                                                                                                                               


Tuesday 24th May 2016
Feet off the table!

                                                                                                                               


Thursday 26th November 2015 
Full marks for enthusiasm, but I am heading for cover. Gypsy Rose takes on the world.

                                                                                                                               


Thursday 28th May 2015
Gill and I love Oystercatchers. They are such striking birds. This one was photographed on Cretshengan Beach near Kilberry in Argyll in May 2012. My family coat-of-arms has two oystercatchers on it, in profile with much the same stance as here, and our Gallery (sold in March 2011), was named 'The Oystercatcher'.
                                                                                                                                


Wednesday 27th May 2015
This photograph from July 2012 is of the view from our home in Kilmartin, Argyll, looking northwards to Carnassarie Castle.
'The castle was built by reforming churchman John Carswell, who was Rector of Kilmartin, Chancellor of the Chapel Royal at Stirling, and later titular Bishop of the Isles. Carswell published the first book to be printed in Scottish Gaelic, a translation of John Knox's Book of Common Order. Construction began in 1565 using masons brought from Stirling. Although the castle was notionally built for Carswell's patron, the Earl of Argyll, he intended it as a personal residence for himself.' (Wikipedia).
                                                                                                                              

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