My intentions were good, but the timing has been bad for any sort of thoughtful explanation of my trek to Scotland.
I'm not giving up on the idea.
It may just have to come in dribs and drabs.
I do appreciate all the interest expressed through patiently prodding emails from those with some curiosity about the trip.
Here's a snippet, at least...
I was fascinated by this particular view from the ruins of Findlater Castle, not far from the very quaint, northern coastal village of Cullen.
Standing dangerously close to the edge of an eroding wall, I felt as if I had stumbled into the most unique (and possibly magical) place I've ever been.
And somehow that seemed completely fitting, even what I'd hoped to find.
Though the exact date of its construction is unclear, this is a depiction of Findlater Castle in its prime sometime around the thirteenth or fourteenth century.
Though only a few of the "bones" remain, there is something awe-inspiring about a structure that, having battled the elements for hundreds of years, continues to stand.
Wind whispers between the stones...(really)