At the edge of the Outer Hebrides, the Port of Ness meets the Atlantic with fierce grace. Waves hurl themselves against the dark, weathered cliffs, sending spray skyward in a golden haze of dawn light. The sea is restless, ancient—its breath rising in mist and motion, lit by the first embers of day. A lone sheep stands near a wire fence atop the headland, small against the vastness, yet rooted in the land’s quiet endurance. The cliffs carved by centuries of wind and tide, holding the line between sea and sky. This is a place of elemental tension and timeless solitude, where the land listens to the sea’s stories and the horizon feels like a threshold to legend.
Awarded 2nd Place Scottish Nature Photography Awards, Sea & Coast
Printed on PermaJet Portrait Rag 305
At the edge of the Outer Hebrides, the Port of Ness meets the Atlantic with fierce grace. Waves hurl themselves against the dark, weathered cliffs, sending spray skyward in a golden haze of dawn light. The sea is restless, ancient—its breath rising in mist and motion, lit by the first embers of day. A lone sheep stands near a wire fence atop the headland, small against the vastness, yet rooted in the land’s quiet endurance. The cliffs carved by centuries of wind and tide, holding the line between sea and sky. This is a place of elemental tension and timeless solitude, where the land listens to the sea’s stories and the horizon feels like a threshold to legend.
Awarded 2nd Place Scottish Nature Photography Awards, Sea & Coast
Printed on PermaJet Portrait Rag 305