Ahh Harris. What more can I say?
It still gets me. Every time I visit I hope it will be the last time as a visitor. I want this place to be home. But for now I have to content myself with fleeting visits, staying no longer than snow on the beach or the clouds racing over the land from west to east.
I wonder whether I could live there. Would I ever grow tired of watching the light on Luskentyre? Would I stop being amazed at the colours of the sky and sea at sunset? Would I get weary of the changeable weather, flinging hail a minute after sun?
I don’t know. I somehow don’t think I would. But I would love to find out…
These images were made over the course of a week in February.