Approaching squalls

Two photos taken from more or less the same spot, about 45 minutes apart. Two squalls of rain clearly visible, one over Loch Striven and the farmland in the foreground; one over Bute after the sun had set. It's a different place at dusk, I think - even the birds sound different. And on a day like today, I reflect on the process that brought me here from the city all those years ago - a move that hits me with its strangeness after yesterday in my childhood stamping grounds.

And we didn't meet a soul.