Creag Mhor

Jason // August 5 // 0 Comments

A monolithic giant of a massif, Creag Mhor glowered in the evening light, a night calling ritual she’d practiced for millions of years.

Shot with quartz traces that traversed her wrinkled face, she showed the words, the spells, to all who cared to gaze through to the magic. Still, not one watcher could read her thoughts written so clearly above the greening sward.

A secret story of her birth, wasp lines caught in a memorial clamour, conducting the flight of storm clouds and tide swells. A seethe and surge of rock that spews boulders on the shore below.

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About the Author Jason

Jason follows his lifelong vocation as a countryside photographer who tries to catch the spirit of the places he visits. After decades working as a professional editorial photographer he now focuses much of his time on conceptual fine art photography, visual storytelling and in aiding others to follow their creative calling.